Friday, January 04, 2019

A Wordy Thursday Poem

April's apple blossoms wasting

'Twas the second weekend in May
April's apple blossoms wasting
Unpicked they'd long begun to dry
First on branches now the roadsides

He was headed this morning down
Down the mountain below the clouds
On mission he'd buy a flower
Carnation for his favored girl

They would be liked at the Spring Ball
He kicked up some browning blossoms
Better than kicking cans those hurt
Made his feet ache like she his bod

When they parted he missed her so
Walking along thinking of her
Did she hurt as well when he left
Tonight could they be light like kids

Gay with laughing light doorstep kiss
Then from her balcony smiling
Toss some remembrance of herself
Homeward kick more blooms her in mind
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2011 and 2018 respectively, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at

 - Sanaa asked that we use at least three of the following words:  carnation; slightly;  percussion; balcony; January; deep;                 toss; heat; snow, wind; gravel; morning;           city; obvious;  pensive; bedside; bread                clouds; ache; and poems

Tuesday, January 01, 2019

It's Twelve fifteen at night;
  first day of this new year

The streets are full of irking smoke
Outside smells of powder burning
Faintly I see street lights' weak glow
Reminds me of Lebanon's ills

Faintly I see street lights burning
Few lingering explosions heard
Now and then really loud, real close
Scares the dogs even our beta

Outside smells strong powder odor
Lights still burning through the smoke  
Moments ago the skies were lit
Arial bombs bursting in air

Had Houston won the Super Bowl
You'd think so, way they celebrate
The skies were lit China gets rich
Selling fireworks to the masses

Morning, It's Twelve-fifteen;
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- Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with  in the Imaginary Garden at

 - HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Mrs. Jim - I love you more each year !!!

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Sunday, December 30, 2018

a Poem (I hope) using some Russian Slang

Appy polly loggy
Appy polly loggy to Baboochka
Baboochka Dear I am sorry you blub
You are not a devotchka anymore
I hurt your feelings now I am sorry
I wish to make amends please forgive me
Dorogoy to me ljublju so very much
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved - I'm linked with Bjorn in the Imaginary Garden at 

 - Bjorn wishes for us to write using a Russian slang which he found from researching his "Clockwork Orange" book.  You might like to see what I am trying to do at his link above.  I would rather have written it in Pig Latin or German but that was not "Slang" which the Russian is. (Hint, click on a link there called "Appendix")

 - For an interpretation highlight the blank area below until you reach the line entitled, "Labels:"
Apology to grandmother
Grandmother dear I am sorry you cry
You are not young a woman anymore

I hurt your feelings now I am sorry
I wish to make amends please forgive me
Dear to me I love you so very much

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