A Random Generated Word Order poem

Student Wisdom

Unsightly things will muscular eye and 
stocky month make.  Scruffy day but 
a glamorous student, look magnificent. Life
with a flabby book, hand chubby stories.
Plain groups question the gorgeous cases.
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Magaly Guerrero in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/weekend-mini-challenge-exquisite-corpse.html?m=1
 - For the Mini-Challenge I have used 33 words including the two for the title.  The title words were NOT in my generated list.  After reading it a few times I chose these two as a summary for the gist of the story.
 - This poem was crafted with the help of List Randomizer, a form that allows users to arrange items in random order.  Magaly supplied the list and the Randomizer rearranged  the words.  As requested, I used in order adjective, noun, verb, adjective, and noun five times from the new list for each line.

 - List Randomizer: "There were 129 items in your list. Here they are in random order:
(Adjectives):
(I used the first five)
shapely
live
unkempt

(Nouns):
(I used all five that I pulled out)

(Verbs):
(I used the first five)
vex
state
behold

(Adjectives):
(I used the first five)
elegant
attractive

(Nouns):
(I used the first five)
coffee

(Unsorted remaining words which I could
have used in order to produce more lines):
slay
fit
fact
arise
cast
beautiful
job
burst
long
dazzling
world
short
bald
quaint
time
feels
link
undulate
word
study
home
fancy
plump
place
night
skinny
drab
problem
people
year
clean

IP: 2601:2c2:600:6837:4f1:a5f2:ee8f:326e
Timestamp: 2019-06-15 18:47:53 UTC"

A Wordy Thursday Poem

What Am I?  
 I'm confused

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It's a confusing world
Am I male or female

No one knows this for sure
My plumbing may be wrong

Ambivalent feelings
They really do not care

 

So I'll go it alone
I want to be a girl
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2009 and 2019 respectively,  All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Sherry Blue Sky in the Imaginary Garden at  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/wordy-thursday-with-wild-woman-being.html?m=1
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 - I have 43 Words counting four for the title today for Sherry.

A Tuesday Poem -- Getting Old

This Room

Sitting by the door

It's my life now

I sit here and wait

It's a nice room

I picked it while I could

Not where I wanted to be

Things we had before

Marjorie and me,

Was told I could bring

Not the bed it might not work

My dresser and a little table

There's a chair for you

The soft green one we had

It sat by the chair for you

You'd sit and write while I slept

Sometimes I'd be awake

You didn't know but I was

Watching you compose

A tear is coming now

I'll pause and savor the thought

Innocent you were then

Not your fault it just was

Was the end coming near

While you sat and wrote

Sitting by the window

In the green chair that I brought

When you finished writing

You'd tip toe to my side

and kiss me on my cheek and my arm

You didn't know I was awake

Awake and watching you write

Watching you pause look my way

Then you'd come after you wrote

Now I sit by this door

and smile and wipe another tear

They wheeled me here to wait

It isn't you that will come

I hope it is one of our kids

Likely I'll say your name

I'll know it wasn't you who

kissed my cheek and said their name

They don't mind when I say your name

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- Photo and Poem Copyrighg, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/the-tuesday-platform.html?m=1
 - Dad died in 2007 at the age of 97.  These are thoughts my dad might have had at his nursing home room.  He had fallen and broken his hip which could not be repaired.  So he spent the last two years of his life in bed or in a wheel chair.  They might be your thoughts or mine some future day.
 - The chair is from my parent's home, we have it now.
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