Saturday, February 09, 2019

Ringmaster and me -- a Weekend Poem

Ringmaster Magician of my stage  
I keep having this feeling,
feel that my life wouldn't run
by itself.  A sensation
someone else is cracking whip  
Master of my destiny
director, actions--steps--thoughts
He lords me all waking hours
Sometimes it seems in my dreams  
Bark and growl the dog I be
Dog and pony show for kids
Pussy cat purring sweetly
Angry cousin tiger growls 
And eat like the horse in me
Elephant climb my stool--Sit
Monkey my funny business 
Listen to the lion's roar 
On flying trapeze I swing
Another clown in the car
Juggler--Magician kids love  
The fat lady ate too much 
Circus animals and folk 
All I am he will direct
Won't be me to pay his bill
I'm leaving with one I've been  
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved (the photo is  PrintScreen copied is from Wikipedia linked above.)

 - I'm linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden at 
 - Marian has designated this as a One Word, Sensation (plus picture for me) inspired Weekend Challenge, or a Weekend Mini--Challenge.  Mine is 125 words plus five for the title making it a Mini-Challenge of sorts even though it has six short stanzas.

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Thursday, February 07, 2019

Something, a Thursday Poem

Something goaded me 

Something here is making me itch
Be it your polished lips of red
Your face so pretty when you smile
Down, little right toe saved for your best
Something goaded me, love bug bites

Something here makes me itch big time
Not just your looks though I wouldn't trade
It's the all of you the inside and out
Best all your mind, your wit, your you
Love bug bit me I'll scratch this itch

And if it keeps biting me then
Then I'll ask, "Will you marry me?"
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Outlawyer, aka Karin, in the Imaginary Garden at

 - Today we were asked to write of the moment, at the moment.  I had both feet on the floor this morning when this bug goaded me.  I wrote the first three lines but finished now.   Additionally it was to be a rhyming or metered poem or both.  Possibly good enough to be sung.  
 - This one's last words I sing quite regularly, I have picked up this thing of asking Mrs. Jim most every day (I miss a few), "Will you marry me?"  She generally says yes in her smiling way, but then my second question she won't.  
 - That question is, "Will you renew your wedding vows with me?" 

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Tuesday, February 05, 2019

Getting Things Right, a Poem for Tuesday

A Man's Heart; 
dancing with wallflowers

The train pulled in I was ready to go
But I didn't get on, wait for the next

This one makes smoke on the tracks I won't ride
Belching black smoke makes for a dismal night

Another came and went, an all-nighter 
Not into that I was saving myself   

Next one appeared with accolades galore 
Bright red cab yellow stripes and open toes

Clean Air Special electric rail for me
Flip her switch she glows, oyster stew tonight

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2016 and 2019,  All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Anmol aka HA in the Imaginary Garden at

 - In an earlier life dancing was a fine activity for young people, and also providing a place for  young people to meet.  There were several Dance Halls around Lincoln, Nebraska, sort of like the old west.  Saturday nights were big, Fridays somewhat.  Some had a special weeknight to be open as well.
 - If one went unescorted or stag or only a couple who came late and couldn't find a table, there would always be space to sit on benches around the room.  People sitting there were called "Wallflowers".  You might wish to google that, it was a 'broad' word with common usage. 
 - It also was a fine place to find and ask a perfect stranger (or an acquaintance) to dance.   Oh yes, don't forget running down to Kansas, rules were different down there.

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