A Wordy Thursday Poem

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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 http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/01/get-listed-january-edition.html?m=1

 - 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

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;

  my wife's BIGGEST BIRTHDAY 

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- Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with  Sanaa Rizvi  in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/01/the-tuesday-platform.html

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

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 http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/12/dorogoy-droogs-come-clockwork-orange.html 

 - 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

 

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