A Poem -- Do I ever win? Yes and No

 
[Picasso sculpture]

Nobody Loses All The Time

and

I don't keep count

The many times I've made the bed

Putting the pillows for your head

Or the few times you've lent a hand

but

Nobody loses all the time

now

I don't keep score

Who is ahead in our game

How many times I cook the meals

or wash the dishes or the clothes

Versus your mowing, paying bills

remember

Nobody loses all the time

and then

I don't, or do I, keep track 

Times there are that you miss the pot 

Don't ask me because there are a lot 

and don't you say "I'm all you've got" 

but if you do 

Nobody loses all the time 

What does it matter 

Your passion puts you way ahead 

Though I'm in love with you always 

So there

We both can win

(and I'm winning right now)

(Haha haha)   

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - Photo is from Karin's prompt post, linked below, from a "Picasso sculpture show at the Museum of Modern Art in New York"
 - I'm linked with Kerry O'Conner for the prompt in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/08/play-it-again-with-old-toads.html

 - and per one of Kerry's Play It Again! with 'Old Toads' listed choices to which I am further linked with an older post I chose, 
" Sunday Mini Challenge with Karin Gustafson, January 16, 2016."

-  I had previously written to this same prompt by Karin on January 16, 2016, about my way of dealing with Tall Ladies, http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2016/01/a-real-poem-truths-where-i-dont-often-go.html
 - Karin mentioned Picasso and E.E. Cummings, Nobody Loses All The Time, Link - https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1628/nobody-loses-all-the-time/ from which I got my title and inspiration for this one.  Mine will not stand up with the one by E.E. Cummings, but then who is keeping score?

- Not keeping  track but my "Mini" poem has 145 words.

A midweek Poem -- Visit a Museum

The Musée d'Orsay

Walking distance for the healthy
coming from the Eiffel we've done
probably not me anymore
Unless I can get shed this cane

The Musée d'Orsay's one we love
Old 1900 train station
Now holds art works of the masters
Huge train clock glass see in and out

There's no long queue you can come now
Have your fill largest collection
of impressionist and postim-
pressionist masterpieces in

the world, by painters including
Monet, Manet, Degas, Renoir,
Cézanne, Seurat, Sisley, Gauguin,
and Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

My beloved Vincent Van Gogh
Rodin sculptures here and at his
own museum here in Gay Paree
Or home with Wikipedia
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Links: Musee d'Orsay Wikipedia ;
Rodin, Paris
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Susan hosting Poets United Midweek Motiff
at https://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/08/poets-united-midweek-motif-museums.html?m=1

 - I am Museuming again and have not quite run out of museums to splash on these pages. To see my blog search on the word, "museum", click on this link, https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/search?q=Museum&m=1

A Prose Poem (phone conversation transcripted and annotated) for Tuesday

The Call; 
the beginning of an end 

(Ring, ring, ring)
Hi Jim
(Hello Dearest son)
Hi Dad
(a pause, long)
I have stopped driving
and have hung up my keys

I got lost yesterday
coming home from church
(that's only four blocks
on the same street
where he lives)

Don't worry about me
the nursing home has
a room reserved for me
(but Dad you aren't
old and 
sick enough for doing that)

I've seen it
it has room for my
dresser and recliner chair
(Oops, oops. Trouble!!)

Well Dad,
I'm sorry to hear this
Otherwise how are you feeling?

Oh. I'm doing fine,
just can't see
We ate and had a meeting
I stayed too late at church
and it was getting dark
And I'm getting more blind
(he had macular degeneration
and was living alone
since Mom had died)

(a long pause)
Well Dad,
don't move yet we are
coming up this weekend
(we want to help you out
with checking to see how
assisted living would
fit your situation)

Okay, I won't
See you soon then
(pause)
Bye 
(click)
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The end here. There was a lot more happening with him over the next seven years. This might be or have been your parent(s)parents or grandparent(s) situation.

I may write more later, another day.
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- Prose Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Anmol (aka Ha) in the Imaginary Garden at https://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/08/the-tuesday-platform-forgetting.html?m=1

 - Dad lived seven more years, all away from his home

A Poem for 'Wordy Weekend'

There's water in my glass
A tall clear glass brim full
The water's clear as well
But not clear yesterday

There's water in my glass
Yesterday the pipe leaked 
The water was rusty 
and tasted bad not fit

Not fit for pigs to drink 
Today all was okay 
What about tomorrow 
No one knows our next day 

It might be fine again 
Broken pipe the worst case 
Treat the rust as warning 
No water is the end 
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 - Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2019
 - I am linked with Sherry Blue Sky at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/08/wordy-weekend-mini-challege-messages-in.html?m=1

 - I have 77 words based on the one word theme/prompt, "water".

 - Note:  This is only an allegory  your pick of what it be for.  For sure in real life actual water absence we have alternatives.  Call a plumber or buy bottled water for fixes.  I could have carried things further but here I wanted the lack of to be final.

 - Also, today in the U.S. is National Fajita Day.  I heard a weak, really horrid, Fajita joke.  If you have heard a better one you could leave it in comment.  Google might help us?