Saturday, August 18, 2018

Reconstructing my Totem Poem ~~ a Poem of my Heritage in a new and strange way

Lollipop Pole [link] .. . . .
Building a pole today;
  a totem pole

Different than those you've seen
Starting with a base, Daddy, where?
Where did I come from, what country?

Isle of Man/England - Corkill clan
Corkills were from the Isle of Man
Country where the cats have no tails
Married a fine English lady

Germany/England - Hufendiek
Germany, Prussians, old Habsburgs
Came on a boat to New Orleans
Married English, Fletcher and Cram

So now you have it son partly
There are royalty rumors floating
Mayflower cousins Holland too
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Those are basic foundation blocks
Your aunt has written much of this
Now let's build a pole family pets
Two dogs while I was growing
Von a German Shepherd and then
Von was our German Police dog

Two carvings up now your puppy
Border Collie name forgotten
When we moved she stayed El Paso

Next followed by a Lassie Dog
With a goat and rooster crowing
All met with unfortunate ends

Wife had Pebbles jealous of me
Growled if I got in bed's wrong side
Pebbles got so very old died

Came Toto runt of her litter
She crawled under her fence followed
Allowed to live with us new home
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Inherited pets asked for not
Missy naughty dog unwanted
Gave son and DIL some fits

Daughter brought Adi Beagle Dog
And Amber her old tiger cat
They would stay until they both died

One more dog Katrin toy poodle
Her mother our friend had died
And willed prissy Katrin to us

Now our last, famous words "There'll be
no more."  But then our granddaughter
Her tiny Betsy fish lives here
Well Dad, you're a teacher of such
There's a lesson here to be learned?
Family ties build the foundation 
Family pets set our memory marks 
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Brendan MacClendan in the Imaginary Garden at

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Thursday, August 16, 2018

A happy man poem -- micro flash writing.

[click on picture for larger viewing size]

A poem might never be written
That tells of this man's dresser top
Unless he would write it himself 

Proud is a word he doesn't use
But the man I have on my mind
Likes his dresser so very well

A changing moving stage for him
Pleasant scene when he awakens
It puts him in a pleasant mood

A mood that lasts him for the day
Even come a terrible row
He will smile when he sees his toys

By now you may have guessed
This happy man is me
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at 
 - This is a "micro poem" with Kerry asking 12 lines or lessI have 12 lines.   Flash writing is sometimes also of a set minimal word count, often 144My poem has 90 words.

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Tuesday, August 14, 2018

It's over the hill ~~ Writing for Tuesday

 Just over the hill 

What's over the hill, do you want to know
You may think you know but do you really
I surely don't know what lies over there
We shall wait and see

It's all new to me I expect to see
Chickens and horses lambs and pigs as well
Farmer's pride with colors changed from the last
We can wait and see

Perhaps there'll be a circus fun and bright
Clowns and tight rope walkers trapeze artists
Three rings, bears walking elephants painting
Can we wait and see 

Or a shopping strip with gasoline oil
A place to grab a bite use the rest room
Buy the kids a toy Ice cream cone to go
We will wait and see

You've been there before now won't be the same 
You'll see yesterday has changed for today 
We don't know ahead hope for a surprise 
We must wait and see
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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi  in the Imaginary Garden at   

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