A Weekend Poem

Mixed Up 

It's a crazy mixed up world 

Up is down and down is up 

The whole land has gone that way 

Get my bearing against the wall 

Steak and avocado breakfast 

Grits eggs bacon and toast is lunch 

Then dinner comes cereal 

Against this steady wall I lean 

Body color we're all dress blue 

Rules of cover conservative 

That means covering more below 

Does more show than collar's above 

My mind changes with color of day 

Mornings must be blue when we write 

Green yellow orange afternoons 

Darkened some means organized play 

Happy time to come based on whims 

Taking care for snooper's glass floors 

Therapy for the birds.  
Their needs 
While we recite our poetry 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 

 - 2020, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo Prompt with Carrie Van Horne at

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/02/sunday-muse-93.html?m=1

Here I rotated the original "Pencil vs. Camera Art" (at Ben Heine Art Photography [link], mixing drawings wish camera photos) pictured there counter clockwise 270 degrees.

A Poem for Midweek Scribbling

     Dog and squirrel

New Tricks 

The kid was happy happy 
Happy over the new book 
Given by an aunt and read 
Read over night ready now 

Titled One Hundred New Tricks 
Next off to show eager friends 
Is there a kid in the world 
One that doesn't like new tricks 

Called the dog on the way out 
Would be the helper today 
Kissed Mom in passing.  She winked, 
"Dogs are slow to learn new tricks" 
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2014 and 2020 (photo first at https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2014/10/dog-and-squirrel-games-challenge-writing.html?m=1
 - I'm linked with Rommy, Weekday Scribbles at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/01/weekly-scribblings-4-new-tricks.html?m=1

- the topic for our Weekly Scribblings is “New Tricks”. Rommy would like us to consider the phrase “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks”, and express any thoughts we might have on it in either poetry or prose form.

A Prose Poem of one clothes dryer's thinking

My dryer has tales

The stories I hold in my repertoire are of many kinds, I sort them by color, sex, and size.  In other words you will never know of what in my belly I be hold.

You'll be surprised.  Shirts by viewing, color, sex, size I categorize, makes sense to me.

Bursting through the door much to be told comes one orange and dark blue.  Stripes round and round prove him to be bold and brash.  Loud of mouth and lusting with the eye, not to be trusted after dark.

Following by a nose also bursting out comes two-tone blue, shouting curses and vulgarities.  Typical for the stripes is the loudness but not the foul mouth,  it comes with length of body.

Only one woman this time, I let her be first.  Wearing white with tiny blue stars and narrow cuff and collar she was looking very clean.

Efficient too, sex and the stars tell us this.  The color of the stars, average blue, shows her high speed in the endeavor she might try.  Partly why she was first.  Timid also because she was so small, size 4P.

Next to come was a pull over T-shirt with a pocket, black in color, black is always sad.  Solid color, not stripes, quiet and reserved.  Some others in my fold will say "reserved is for the dead." There's another solid black, more of a sport with a collar, fine for any golf club.

Today's wash hold only one red, red tends to excite the rest and others too.  Neither I nor the red understand the psychology of instigating this horrible attribute. 

Green means calm and cool.  We chat while they are going round and round and back and forth in the broth.  Green is always good for conversation although they have a tendency to tell some lies.

Four are cotton with patterns.  Favored is blue again with sail boats, palm trees, and picnic tables.  I love hearing reports of a picnic or a trip to the beach or a sail boat ride. 

All for today.  

They're soldiers one of a kind in loyalty yet they are different as wet and dry in their inner person, purpose and personality. 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved  - I'm linked with Magaly Guerrero in the Writer's Pantry #4 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/01/writers-pantry-4-let-poetry-and-prose.html 

 

 - Since this tale of tid bits is limited by the rules to be 369 or less words, I pruned it sharply to 368, but to the better.  I did have to leave out some, I had wanted to include the story of spilled grape jam that left a long purple streak and how he (another pale green guy) was feeling better now as the streak had washed away.  Real exciting.

 

Psalms 36:6 -- Dogs go to Heaven!