A List Poem

Ordeal 

She would groan
at the slightest touch
At the verge
of a mere esthesis 
she would plunge 
into hysterics

You would think 
she must be 
in the back seat 
of the car with 
her beau  
But no, it was 
only an 
onyx colored caterpillar 
with stick-like feet 
crossing her toe 

Her doctor dug deep 
into his satchel bag 
Voila!!
a vial of risperidone  
After her first dosage 
a shot in the arm 
she went wild 
   a feeling 
she had never known 

"Doctor  doctor", she cried 
in a loud Eagle-tone, *
"I  think we're gonna crash."  Which she promptly did 
taking the doctor along   

The next morning 
she was groaning still 
the warden was pulling 
her from the heap 
and the Doctor was 
still hanging on 

Bad medicine 
Bad Doctor 

* Note:  The woman's cry in the Eagle's classic rock song, "Life in the Fast Lane."  Those Lyrics here, https://genius.com/Eagles-life-in-the-fast-lane-lyrics
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/11/get-listed-with-mystery-guest.html?m=1 

 - At the link above Kerry has given us a list of thirteen words (onyx,  groan, lemon, sticks, elocution, shelves, cinnamon, Twix, risperidone, Nyx-door, warden, plunge, esthesis)

 with a request to use them in a poem.  I have used seven. 

A Poem - Awaking Smells

That Smell

I had this dream, I was vaping
There was a slight cough that I know

Acrid smell was burning my lungs

When I'd had enough I awoke (I'm betting that you can't do that)

From my window came wafting in
Morning light oozing through the damp

The clouds had descended to here

Faint whiff of something sweet I love

A smell more welcome  than the vape
One I'd had before from childhood

Perhaps you've had it before

An aroma that comes and goes

(sweeter than any I have 'smoked')

The smell of a wet puppy dog
Dog I've never seen though I know

(Note: I don't vape and haven't smoked for 36 years.  I remember and love that  doggie smell, it keeps me on the straight, tobacco smoke gives me an instant sore throat.  The smell is real to me, it's hard to explain, I think others can't really smell it.)
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden  at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/11/november-nothing-is-more-memorable-than.html?m=1
 - and
 - I'm linked with Susan at Poets United, Midweek  Motiff, http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/11/poets-united-midweek-motif-awakening.html?m=1

Flasback Poem -- A Family Tale

My last grandchild;
  memories of her birth

I remember well that
warm day in July.
Our youngest daughter was
about to have our
youngest granddaughter
She'd been up all the night
doing work work on
her laptop and on
her phone meeting with
bosses in London

She wasn't planning to
be in there, in the
hospital at all
but she had to meet
with her gynacol-
ogist on her way
to work that morning

After a short exam
his word to her was
"Go home pack your bag and
get to the hospital.
I'll see you there this
afternoon and by
the morrow you'll have
a kid to take home."

But I can't go as I
have work work to do
very important
Well bring your stuff and
work there from your bed

Work she did in between
inducing labor
and the kid's coming
Wonder Woman they named
Kind they'd never met

My new granddaughter's now
ten and volunteers
to help wherever
she might be needed

As her mother does
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 - Poem and Photo Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Brudburg in the Imaginary Garden at https://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/11/timetravel-flashbacks-with-bjorn.html?m=1
 - Notes:
   (1)  Brudberg wants a Memory Flashback, prose or poem, 369 word limit for prose.  And true or fiction.  Mine is a 162 word, plus a seven word title, a true reminiscing episode of my life.
  (2)  My family is five kids, six grandkids, four great grandkids, and one great-greatgrandkid.  All but one, the oldest grandson, live near us in the greater Houston (Texas) area.  And all but one in the marrying age are married.
  (3)  The picture above is of three generations, the two mentioned and Grandmother Mrs. Jim.