A Poem - My true fear

Deadly Fear

I don't fear death
"O Death, where is thy sting"
But I do fear
choking to my demise

Few times I've choked
embarrassing it is
Folk come running
to pat you on your back

That I don't like
it doesn't help one bit
Heimlich may help
that's not what here I fear

Rather in sleep
choking on my own spit 
That might happen 
when laying on my back 

So evermore 
I will sleep on my side 
But could this be 
a latent phobia 
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 - Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Bjorn in the Imaginary Garden at  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/chernobyl-and-our-fears.html?m=1

 - A phobia?  Won't know in my lifetime.

Word List, two Senyru Poems

No Folderal

Easy bric-a-brac
Instantaneous deco
Green comes on a board
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Photo-op

Hokey-pokey dance
While eating his white blancmange
Her lucid moment
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 - Poems Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm'm linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/get-listed-with-fireblossom.html?m=1
 - Use three words, extra  credit for using one in the title.

Here is your word list, Toads. Get hopping ;-)

folderol
bric-a-brac
instantaneous
momentary
lucid
derring-do
pontificate
green
smug
photo-op
slipshod
hokey pokey
fist pump
demure
lollipop
snooker
rendering
blancmange
smidgen
operatic

A Poem for The Tuesday Platform

I came early

I came early that's been my life

The dew was still on the grass

When my momma made her egg

Special egg didn't take long

Egg soon was found early too

Made alive and I was born

Smiling, eight months and I came

Crooked leg and squinty eye

Early kid I grew so fast

Don't remember much about

Growing up there on a cloud

Or in a hole under ground

Few things I do remember

Model A Ford package shelf

Ride to Grandma's to wash clothes

And tell Grandma what I knew

My dog died when I was six

Love life before fertile ways

Early teen age eleven

Squinty kid was smart in school

Laughing mother broom in hand

Laughed and chased me out of house

This poem has got me to here

Life Number One lived, early

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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/the-tuesday-platform_25.html?m=1
 - Open Tuesday is not prompted, this little Bio could start again at my age fourteen. Maybe it will another Tuesday when I wake and can't sleep at 4AM, early.  Oh yes, it's mostly true. But does anyone care?
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Another Poem for a Weekend Mini-challenge

Solstice Humbug

Longest day this year

We did not burn do not fear

Needs come every year

Spring chick scratches straw

Time for her to 'fly the coup' 

Scratch for worms it's own

What's the fuss about

Nothing here to be revered

Mark the calendar

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Toni Spencer in the Imaginary Garden at  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/weekend-mini-challenge-summer-solstice.html?m=1 
 - Three Senryū verses, 51 syllables, 55 counting the title.  43 words plus 2 (= 45) with the title. 

A Poem for Weekend Mini-Challenge

Summer Solstice

Yesterday I walked
In the garden I walked
Roses in full bloom
Red and oh so cheery
Oranges set on fine
Golf ball sized already
Hibiscus orange
New blossoms for the day
Bunny rabbits here
Eating grass, small flowers

Yesterday I walked
Along the green belt trails
Tree placed here and there
Give shade for the walkers
The grass finely trimmed
Rabbit food over here
White cranes fish the banks
Food for their young our hope
Bridges weathered look
Turtles 'neath wait for food

Mother Nature's pride
Finished Spring Summer's come
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Toni Spencer in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/weekend-mini-challenge-summer-solstice.html?m=1
 - Mini-poem?  Ninety-four words plus two for the title.  Twenty-two short lines, five and six syllables per line.