A Poem for the Weekend Mini-Challenge

Grandma's Kitchen;

 things I remember

My Grandma's kitchen

was my safe harbor

A place where I could

be a boy my own

Safe from family males

swearing grandfather

my father learning

to be caring dad

But Grandma found time

time for us to talk

Secrets small, our big

confide safely here

Grandma Cookies were

the best--chocolate chip

Cracker-lined pot held

the best oyster stew

Furnished with blind great

grandfather's organ

iron kitchen stove and

table viewing barn

Cousins aunts uncles

and my grandparents

Holiday feast cooked

our grandpa hollered

"All you kids get in

the woodbox and wait!"

Was Grandpa joking?

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Poem  Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
I am linked with Sherry Blue Sky in the Imaginary Garden hosting the Weekend Mini Challenge at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/09/weekend-mini-challenge-grandmas-kitchen.html?m=1
 - I have 97 words and a title for my Mini Challenge.

Poem ~~ Water Saving

Today is World Water Monitoring Day !! 

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Vigilance;

  water care

Water water it's our friend

sustainer our make up

Came from God there is no more

For our use we drink we wash

We travel we recreate

From its force power and light

Watch, care, apportion we must

Blessed resource there's no more

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- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2009 and 2019 respectively, All Rights Reserved [Photo original link:  http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-lovely-weather-six-word-saturday.html ]
- I'm linked with Susan at Poets United, Midweek Motif, Vigilance, http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/09/poets-united-midweek-motif-vigilance.html?m=1

Poem for a shelter experience

There is this hole;
  buried alive

It's Goodbye, time for me to go
Didn't expect it, be this way
All I have is gone, not this hole
Things have piled on me, can't get out

I really dont want, getting out
Family dead to me, took my dog
There's no flowers left, garden's brown
Things are bad, all I had is gone

Can't write any more, you won't read
My pencil is dull, water's scarce
Junk, junk, all is junk, overhead
This is my Goodbye, 'less you dig

But in my head, I will compose
Poems and letters, they'll abide

p.s. you can wait, see if I ...
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Izadore Gruye in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/09/out-of-standard-gimme-fallout-shelter.html?m=1