A Tetractys Poem for Friday

We
Maybe
Do not see
See eye to knee
One thing certain always be you and me

We never quarrel but sometimes we fuss
Doesn't hurt us
Nor you cry
Love I
Try
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Photo and Poem Copyright, 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with the "Real Toads" at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/06/fussy-little-forms-tetractys.html?m=1

After the Rain ~~ a Poem for the Aging

After the rain

'Twas after the rain, you had come
Mother had let us out to play
Went through my junk, founď things that float
Float we did, regular junket

'Twas after the rain, Saturday
You called me in, said let us play
Hot steamy out there, cool inside
We played, soon hot steamy in there

'Twas after the rain, in the home
Parked by the window, left me there
Watch the puddles dry, can't get out
Glad you stopped by, do I know you
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 - Poem Copyright, 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with the Real Toads at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/06/fifty-shades-of-rain.html?m=1
 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi at The Imaginary Garden, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/06/the-tuesday-platform.html?m=1
 - Ugo, Japanese for "after rain" per Toni Spencer at kanzensakura.wordpress.com

Under the bridge ~~ a Camera Flash poem

Look under the bridge

Can see Sydney's underpants

Not unlike Paris France

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Photo and Poem Copyright,  2018 jimmiehov6.blogspot.com, All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/06/camera-flash.html?m=1

I hope I'm not too risqué, keep in mind the nursery rhyme, 
"I see London, 
I see France, 
I see xxxx's underpants."
(Or has that one been barred now?)