Saturday, March 23, 2019

Flash Writing ~~ a short poem using 55 words

Agnes and I

I name her Agnes
When I, old and cold,
she was my bed friend,
slight, a young virgin

That was what I needed
to keep me warm
and that, I was told
for long cold winters

No objection I had,
new companion
When Dad was young
his girl was called Agnes

King David,
First Kings, 1:1 to 4*
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - Photo previously used on this blog and was linked to Real Toads, Sunday Feature featuring Lisa Graham in 2014 and reposted on my other blog in 2016, click here
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 - 1 Kings 1 The Message (MSG) []
1 1-4 King David grew old. The years had caught up with him. Even though they piled blankets on him, he couldn’t keep warm. So his servants said to him, “We’re going to get a young virgin for our master the king to be at his side and look after him; she’ll get in bed with you and arouse our master the king.” So they searched the country of Israel for the most ravishing girl they could find; they found Abishag the Shunammite and brought her to the king. The girl was stunningly beautiful; she stayed at his side and looked after the king, but the king did not have sex with her.

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Thursday, March 21, 2019

Country School Days

At the Corner
Today he was first there at the corner
Ready for school, he would wait for the girls
Soon they would be coming, most often they'd
be at the corner first waiting for him.

The three of them would exchange their greetings
and tell just a little bit of their life
Bits and pieces in place they would grow up
More than just buddy buddy they were chums

Nothing romantic, those thoughts never told
Teens a bit naïve to grownup's fun ways
didn't keep them from school kids' pillow talk
A little here and there monkey business

Puzzled by biological urges
All staying low, a mystery to them
Exploration away from the classroom
None of that this morning, school business waits

They were in different grades, still bosom friends
Older girl tenth grade, little sister eighth
Him the middle at nine, shared the class room
Teacher's a dunce they thought, she wore no bra

That's country school back then, the upper grades
One room for them, seven, eight, nine, and ten
Three kids in top three grades, two in seventh
Barn held six horses, these three and three more

Though no romance their crushes filled the air
His for two girls who rode with him plus one
The other two were laying bids for him
But he loved his horse more than those girls

After class the horses pulled at the reins
Fine oats were waiting, they tried to hurry
Teens were in no haste, made their horses plod
Plan for the morrow, part at the corner
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - (Photo is my ScreenPrint of #2 of nine supplied by Margaret at the link below.  She discovered her pictures while antique shopping and posted nine for inspiration for us to write.)
 - I'm linked with Margaret in the Imaginary Garden at 
 - Note:  I have seen copies of the picture I used before but I have no idea where.  I suppose the artist was in the nineteenth century and sold copy rights for not much.  I probably would buy one if it were available for a reasonable price.

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Tuesday, March 19, 2019

A Tuesday Ditty, a Senyru


I save boxes
Large ones, small ones, middle sized 
Do you need one?
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Anmol (a.k.a. HA) in the Imaginary Garden at

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