A single word Poem, "Burnish"

Burnish Me

I love to be burnished
Not the result rather the act
What is going here

On that I yield to Marriam
Marriam-Webster tells it all
Sister in need, I call

"Synonyms for burnished

• buffed, 
• glistening, 
• glossy, 
• lustrous, 
• polished, 
• rubbed, 
• satin, 
• satiny, 
• sleek
"

Burnish 'til I glisten

Really though I love being rubbed

Rub my feet any day

Or my back or my neck

Shoulders cry, "Never get enough" 

This kitten purrs for you 

 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/11/just-one-word-burnished.html?m=1

 - Marian has suggested we write to one single prompt word, "Burnished".

A "what I am" Poem for Midweek Motif

What am I?

What I am is what you see
Not always what I liked to be
All alive see Red differently
What they learned on Mama's knee

Red is the same in chemistry
How each has seen from infancy
and now it makes no difference why
Grass is green blue is the sky

What I am is what you see
Not always what you'd like for me
Things are different if it's a crime
Bad is bad but some is worse

Remember I'm not your slave
If you don't like how I behave
For you then changes I might cede
If I don't then one could leave

What I am is what you see
Please keep me for eternity 
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2014 (link) and 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Susan at Poets United Midweek Motif, http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/11/poets-united-midweek-motif-authenticity.html?m=1

A Poem -- The Wolf

Wolf on (My) Wall 

Guarded by the wolf on his wall 

Safe from the bad his wolf would howl 

From bright mornings through the dark nights  

Brave wolf was there easing his frights 

The wolf could scare away all bad 

Growl, howl, even bite for his lad 

Rain, snow and hot sun boy could call 

Big Gray Wolf was there standing tall 

He'd guarded the dad now the son 

A hundred years old feared no gun 

Loved by the town not to be downed 

Painted for them artist renowned 

This boy has grown, feeble and frail 

Big Gray Wolf hangs above the rail 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Sherry Blue Sky in the Imaginary Garden at  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/11/wordy-monday-with-wild-woman-wolf-mother.html?m=1 

 - This morning I dug my old picture out for a photo-op.   It is waiting to be hung again, "above the rail."  I have embellished but the print is nearly a hundred years old.  My sister still thinks it is a scary picture. We are old but not real frail. 

 - More info, heritage, etc, Worthopedia

A November Poem for Pantry of Poetry and Prose juat Poets United

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That First Kiss

I've got this thing
and your face reminded me again,
of trying and not ever knowing,
to

remember the first girl
I ever kissed
or vice versa. 

Can you yours?

I do remember a couple
of other firsts, critical two 
One in the first grade,
the other way after
I had dropped out of college

but I can't recall the first girl
I ever kissed
or vice versa

You might exchange the question,
boy for the girl  Was he handsome,
thin or muscular,
dark or light skinned,

or perhaps like your dad
or your brother (it may have been him)

so can you remember then
the first boy that
you ever kissed

I don't remember mine
I wish that I could
She's not a place holder
with the numbers in my mind

She may have been
the girl in the first grade,
the one who took me
by my hand down into
the storm cellar steps

but if she was
I don't remember
that (part)

so can you remember then
the first girl or boy that
you ever kissed

Well?
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2011 and 2019 respectively, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Magaly Guerrero in the Pantry of Poetry and Prose at Poets United, http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/11/pantry-of-poetry-and-prose-2.html?m=1 

 - The street you see becomes London's Abbey Road ahead at the corner.  That corner crossing is the one pictured on the Beatles prized album jacket.  We were staying with our daughter and her family in a flat building over the sidewalk fence.