a FLASH poem for Saturday

 

Should I dress

 

Should I dress today take the dog go play
It seems so nice out cool after the rain
I wouldn't burn the sun's staying under
We could walk three miles, let's hurry I'll dress

What route should I take remember the dog
I'll wear my short shorts keep my shoulders bare
No sun I shouldn't burn stop and eat too
Best for you Bert's Gyros is dog friendly

Could I take my bike get there much faster
I might ride down the hill go by the lake
Going down means pedaling up or pushing
We'll stay here on the plain basket for you

We aren't in shape for this let's drive to Bert's
Still get some air put the top down for you

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 - Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - Top Photo is from Kerry s instructions at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/07/camera-flash.html?m=1
 - Kerry's "FLASH" title means to make it a flash poem which are by nature short.  Common are limits on words, letters, or lines.  Stretching my luck on this one as it is a bit longer than my usual flash poem at 14 lines.

At peace -- a Thursday Poem

Peace for Me

Have you heard the adage,
I just want some peace, please
Please some peace and quiet

I have this quiet place
A place for me alone
"They" all know I'm alone

It's my backyard workshop
I paint or fix some chairs
Write or read my Bible

Alone quiet it is
When I'm there at peace
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The Level Plain - Irish Whistle
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AvXSecA_ro

 - Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Paul in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/07/peace-is-every-step.html?m=1

A Poem -- Summer sees, Summer comes

 

Summer sees 

Summer looks out from under her covers 
Not liking what she sees closes her eyes 
That's not much help crawls back under the sheets 
But will this printscreen view ruin her day 

World turned upside down burning trees and grass
There's blackened waters and fish are dying 
Crops won't grow burning hot in midsummer  
Acrid air is burning all creatures' lungs 

Ice caps and glaciers are melting away 
Towns are flooding water cycle keeps on 
Elephants are slayed for their body parts 
Price of a giraffe trophy mere snapshot 

People killing each other wonder why 
Ingrained that way for their own selfish gain 
Killing by guns killing by stroke of pen 
Much much more another desolate year   

Summer came 

 

 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, 2018  Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at
 http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/07/the-tuesday-platform.html?m=1