A Poem for Sunday

It's That Time;
  a polar bear love song 

Wake up Momma
it's that time once again
Spring Moon has risse
baby making time

I've missed you so
your shaggy white bod
That tender nose
lovely in all ways

I dreamt of you
alone in your cave
That lovely snore
I'd pass now and then

You're awake and
the ice is flowing
Hop on a hunk
first lets kiss once more

Travel to where
salmon are spawning
Sitting so close
Make love all the way
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
÷ Photo credit and Muse linked to Sunday Muse at http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/02/sunday-muse-94.html?m=1
 - And I have also linked it to Rommy Cortez-Driks in the Writer's Pantry  at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/02/writers-pantry-6-and-stars-make-love-to.html?m=1

A Poem - Wednesday

               (A yam)  

I was the flower 
that didnt bloom 
Planted by an a-
ngel then she left 
Left alone I cried 
she didn't know 
Gangly ugly scared 
growing up strange 

Alone in a crowd 
I'm different 
Lonely I knew not 
what others had 
Two by two engrossed 
what did they know 
Blossoms of beauty 
enjoying life 

Unnoticed and dull 
here by the side 
Hoping now that  I 
am more mature 
We all can't be hunks 
or beauty queens 
That thought holding me 
still hope and dream 

Someone caring now I'm glad you came 
Not like others a 
Christmus Cactus 
Sweet considerate 
your inside shines 
Happy pair our in-
side bloom shines through 

My dream  

   (A Christmas Cactus)
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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019 and 2020, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked to Sanaa  Rizvi with Weekly Scribbles #5, at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/02/weekly-scribblings-5-mouthful-of-flowers.html?m=1

 - The Christmas Cactus is in our Breakfast Room in the corner by the back door.  It is at least seven years old and this year is its first time to bloom.  The yam was found on Wikipedia using a google search.

A Poem - 55-Word Flash and Word List

 

Scammer Remorse

Underworld profits beckoning 

Colonnade pillared mansion needs 

Seethe as the suckers surely will 

Crescent moon shines over us both 

Faint and fainter it's image grows 

Sunshine day after tomorrow 

East still the brightening  suns will rise 

Brooding no longer they will be 

Foolish people come every day 

Silver lines their pockets for me 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked with Kerry at her home of my ten word list, https://kerryoconnorsother.blogspot.com/2020/02/a-skylover-wordlist-sufferance-at-dawn.html?m=1 

 - I am also linked with Magaly  Guerrero at the Writer's Pantry at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/02/writers-pantry-5-tiny-light-at-end-of.html?m=1

 - This is a 55 Word Flash Poem having 55 words with the title.