A letter to John

Dear John

John, I have decided that walking with the rain alone is the worst thing that has ever happened to me.

Your company through this walk would have been nice and I expected it from you.

This situation was more than one person should bear alone, but you have been absolutely no care whatsoever to me.

I am not able to forgive you for this omission.   It seems that in our future life I would have to be without you when a reasnable normal man would come running to help, at least to just be there.

In light of this I feel that you have forced me to terminate our engagement. It was nice at times but quite literally I could no longer stand seeing your face.

My wish you for you is that you will seek advice from a professional personal counselor.

I have given my ring from you to a charity, do not expect it back. Small price for the misery and grief you have caused.

Don't look for me
Perhaps now the rain will stop
Don't try to call

Roxie Anne

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Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
I'm linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/03/dear-poems-typed-translation-below.html?m=1

Beware the Ides of March -- a "Dear Poem"

My Dear Mr. and Mrs. Ides,

 

Today I write heavy hearted for the travails and tragedies that are bound to occur in your small village today. Or is it a city birthing there in your March?

 

Your two lane roads have become expressways, your fields of green grass and purple bloom, and the crop of corn in Farmer Jones place have gone away. Ceded in their stead to what seems to be an army moving in with houses as far as the eye can see, all dress right dressed in rows of boxes.
 
This is a request for you to warn your neighbors and friends. Beware that, as the old saying goes, and I'm not putting you to blame, that the Ides there in March celebrate as if there would be no tomorrow.

And you two as leaders of your clan, and ones of my dearest friends, can make lasting change in your town.  For me this year, would you please for tomorrow, stay in, and ask the rest of the family to do so also.

 

If you'll tell yourselves, "Beware the Ides of March," change can occur.   Your neighbors soon, as the years pass, will see that this warning is becoming passé and will be a legend only.

 

"The lamb will lie with the lions" The town will no longer fear the Ides on this day, the fifteenth of March. Their City of March will have become a haven for all.

 

In good faith and a prayer

I, Dr. Jim, say to you and yours,
Beware the Ides of March

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Letter Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with K.K. Outlawyer at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Dear Poemd
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/03/dear-poems-typed-translation-below.html?m=1

my poem for Pi Day, March 14, 2018

name Circumference;

my poem for Pi Day, March 14, 2018

 

The wheel goes round and round

Math's invention supreme

Wheelbarrow came first up

Take a ride, haul some rocks

 

Speed's love child Chariot

Perfect roundness in need

Outer point from the hub

Always same; radius

 

Save on wear, steel encased 

Ribbon around the edge

Length to be determined

Always is 2 Pi r 

 

Length's name Circumference

Formula 2 π r

(Two times Pi, symbol π,

times radius, simple)

 

Don't you just love the wheel!

With its loved improvements

We will give thanks to Pi
Math Constant, 3.14...

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Photos and Pi Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi at the "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, The Tuesday Platform" at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/03/the-tuesday-platform_13.html?m=1

Note:
 - This is my annual Pi Day Poem.  Some are fun, some are okay, some, well ... You can read some more by clicking the "Pi Day" link below (or Here).
 - "The circumference of a circle is found with the formula C= π*d = 2*π*r. Thus pi equals a circle's circumference divided by its diameter. Plug your numbers into a calculator: the result should be roughly 3.14." (provided by Googling pi -- Link)
 - When I was in the military (U.S. Army, five years, all but eight weeks at Fort Bliss in El Paso, Texas) I rode a Vespa motor scooter purchased new from Sears Roebuck for work and play, as our second car.  It had climbed small mountains, ridden more than several trips to Old Mexico, and took me to work every day when weather permitted, which were most days.  It finally died in New Hampshire when I was working as an Aerospace Engineer for Philco Corporation, later to become Ford (Motor) Aerospace Corporation.