A Poem for Sunday Muse #98

The House of Eyes 

Come one come all clearance sale today 
Take one take two take more home today 
Brave souls gave their best, children eating 

Hang them on your walls impress your friends 
Marbleized animal or human 
Come with faces, pretty or toss them  

Products  not suitable for eating 
Dry frozen ready for implanting
Some countries prohibit importing 

As is, absolutely no returns 
Be the first to have them on your block 
Envy of your neighbors-buy some now 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
 - Photo "Eyes Without a Face" by Digital Collage Artist Robin Isely
 - I am linked with Carrie Van Horn, Sunday Muse, at  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/03/sunday-muse-98.html?m=1

 - Note:  I generally use the photos as illustrations and try not to have my writing to depend on the picture. I believe this one is okay though the photo may tell where I was coming from, but not be a description.
You can tell me.

Good News poem (not so good)

        Coney Island NYC, USA

Dearest Dad 

Well, Dad, back in the USA  
New York city to be exact 
Not quite exact, I'm on the beach 

There's big crowds that come every day 
Someone will take me home real soon 
Here's to beat the bum last  time was 

That was a real bummer (new pun)
Like running with a pack of dogs 
They picked a leader, off we went 

But Son's okay here, please tell Mom 
When I get a home, see me then 
Lets hope it's soon. 

I love you Dad 
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  - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved  
 - Photo,  an old Post Card from Margaret, please see the link below 
 - I am linked with Margaret at Artistic Interpretations,  https://postcardartisticinterpretations.blogspot.com/2020/02/blog-post.html?m=1

 - This is my second Postcard Poem that I've written from Coney Island (NO, I'M NOT THERE, just my "I LEFT HOME GUY" is) , my first older Postcard Poem (not me either) is here, please read it too if you'd like.  It is a little hard to take,  https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2016/07/dear-daddy-postcard-poem-project.html?m=1

A Riot Poem for Weekly Scribnling

Anonymity, suggestibility;
and contagion
(Riot of 1952)

'Twas a charged day, restless students
Friday afternoon, pep rally
Students charged some more, someone said
"Mainstreet"

Up from the stadium they marched
11th Street full, walk to walk
Turned down "O" Street, now five blocks crowd
Forty thousand strong

Student riot they said, uncontrolled
But as riots go, really calm
No cars overturned, none were burned
Windows and garbage stood

Marching on, singing as they went
"On Nebraska, good old Nebraska U..."
Up 17th, to the dorm row,
Pace quickened

Boy's dorms were left, frat houses right
Further north, girl's residences
Doors locked windows shut, were no bar
Panty raid!

There the boys raided at will, sigh
Underwear first, then some trinkets
Fun by all, girls too, no one hurt
No one arrested 

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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Magaly Guerrero at Weekly Scribbling, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/03/weekly-scribblings-9-contagion.html?m=1

- Magaly"s suggestion was that we use "“Contagion”—social contagion, or metaphorical contagion, or biological contagion… the choice is yours."

From a google search:
"Social contagion is the spread of thoughts, emotions, and behaviors from person to person and among larger groups as affected by shared information and mimicry.Jul 15, 2014 ;"
and
"'Anonymity, suggestibility and contagion' tend to arouse emotions. In crowd situation inhibitions are forgotten, and people become 'charged' to act."

 - There are some exaggerations here.  I do not know how many students were out, it was sidewalk to sidewalk for several blocks.