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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*Notes:
 - 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
 - I am linked with Kim Russell in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/03/weekend-mini-challenge-nomenclature.html 
 - Kim wants us to give a name to some one or some thing using poetry
 - This is a "Flash Writing Poem" having exactly 55 words not counting the title,  and with every two lines containing ten syllables, most lines have five. 

 - 1 Kings 1 The Message (MSG) [ https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+Kings+1&version=MSG]
"David
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.

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 http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/03/artistic-interpretations-with-margaret.html 

 - 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.

A Tuesday Ditty, a Senyru

Boxes

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 http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/03/the-tuesday-platform-let-path-go-on.html?m=1