Saturday, September 22, 2018

Orange color in the fruit -- a Poem for the Mini Challenge

Orange colored fruits;
  oranges and pumpkins;  
   for food and drinking  

Orange color favored by harvest teams
Hue of ripening pumpkins of the North
South's tasty namesake Oranges spout forth
Their juices slightly acrid sugar sweet
Both fruits eaten soon, each fall's yummy treat
Orange gems, sip one, other rates a fork
Said orange colored drink we'll  pull the cork
Tasty orange pumpkim pie lightly browned 

Hunger, mouths water while watching the cook
Delight, taste buds satisfied bellies stuffed
Gratified, drinks, 7up and OJ 
Glee, youngsters shout, light the candles they took
Happy, Monster's face shone and children roughed 
Content, bedded young doze while elders play 
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved 
    The photo is of an orange off our backyard tree (it's photo).  I had always thought it was a lemon tree but picking the bright orange fruit I could tell it was not a lemon.  It did suffer damage, I may taste it but Mrs. Jim said she wouldn't eat it.
 - I'm linked with Kim Russell in the Imaginary Garden at
 - A Pectrarchan Sonnet here (also called 'Italian Sonnet'), with Rhyme Scheme ABBAABBA CDECDE. Technically mine is "Near Rhyme" due to the scarce rhyming availability for the end words I have chosen. 

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Friday, September 21, 2018

I loved, I ... -- a Poem

Fräulein to Frau
Mox nicht and with a shrug 
of the shoulders 
she left 
It looked so easy but we all knew  
She would be crying all night 

So did it really matter?   
Indeed it did, she loved that bum 
with a passion 
not known since Cleopatra 
pulled her big stunt 

A happy ending here,
she did recover 
and lived 
happily ever after  
She was 
just one of the many 
better for loving 
and losing  

Mox nicht 
with the world 
nor us, her 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Fireblossom, aka Shay, in the Imaginary Garden at
 - I couldn't resist writing as my recollections of three semesters said, "Pay up."

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Sunday, September 16, 2018

a Sunday Poem -- Resistance

Resisting Change;
  double negatives 

I'm old and I don't want to change
Why then do you write those new forms
Sometimes yours are okay some flop
Mediocrity you are called

I'm old and I go with the flow
What others can do I can write
I've been told some aren't really poems
You think you write because that's you

I write for readers most of them
if I can.  Writing is fun when
some folks read and like what you wrote
For them I write, forest trees fall

To resist resisting's my game
Going with the flow I won't change
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Brendan MacOdrum in the Imaginary Garden at

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