Poem ~~ Lady and her Bird

Alone; 
 we cried 

I cried again today
'twill be my last
She and her crazy bird
they flew the coup
They filled their case and left
no kiss "Goodbye"
Now we are here alone
me and my dog

We cried and cried that day
left and they're gone 
They might as well had joined 
the circus call 
I don't know where she went, 
she and that bird 
But me and my dog here 
are all alone 

If you see them somewhere 
and they wonder 
Yes I cried more today 
but there's no more 
No more tears for her and 
that crazy bird  
Me and my dog alone 
we'll cry no more 

And if she wants to come 
we have a place 
A place to live for her 
and silly bird 
I'll say I'm sorry for 
whatever was 
I hope she's sorry too 
she knows for what 

Now they're gone it's alright 
she and the bird 
Dog and me wait no more 
our tears are gone 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Carrie Van Horn at the Sunday Muse # 119,  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/08/sunday-muse-119.html?m=1 
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Poem - for Sunday Muse

(Artist unknown)

(See reference below)

Where Next 

The other night I dreamed 

Dreamed a giant machine 

Gyroscope-like nonstop 

Harmless looking it seemed 

And so I climbed on 

Ride was nice, very fast 

Hold tight and look around

Perpetual motion doom 

It was then that I'd seen 

I was the only one 

riding there.  What to do 

Were there others before 

What were these giant jaws 

Open wide, swallow me?

No more time to ponder 

Jump this beastly machine 

I jumped.  I ran.  Away    

Now watching from afar 

big picture came clear, Green 

Giant people eater 

Then I awoke, sweaty 

Was there a meaning here 

To me? To our Nation? 

Congressman John Lewis? 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo was posted by Chrissa at the link below 

 - I am linked with Chrissa at Sunday Muse # 118, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/07/sunday-muse-118.html?m=1 

 - Sorry to be late.  We were with Mrs. Jim's family in Louisiana to attend her sister's funeral.  She died from COVID-19 following regab confinement after a terrible stroke.

 - Some might not be able to tell but I am officially on a blogging sabatical.  I do plan to continue following the alphabet weekly on my other blog and obviously write some here.   I just cannot help writing and reading blogs even if I say I wlll not.

Poem - Full of Figures of Speech

An Allusive Nod to Cereal;
  allusion, conflict, fiction dominate

Bright as Fruit Loops she lightened our day
Curt in speech words circle 'round open holes
Sweet were her lips alluring with color
Floating in milk her soft and flowing hair

Mixing the races comes like Raisin Bran
Health and pleasure to be envied by most
Brown skin holding dear her black lover
Coated with sugar sooo sweet to the taste

And to keep warm in winter will take two
Puffed Wheat her body is so inviting
While Instant Hot Porridge always handy
Quite a court they make be fit for this king 

Dozens or hundeds more await 
Corn Flakes make for a bit flaky 
Cheerios healthy moms' delights 
Granola good for cranky ones

Tasty dream fictional harem 
No conflicts allowed in my dish 
Two meals a day I'd have, 
morning and night 
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 - Poem Copyrighted, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Magaly Guerrero in Weekly Scribblings # 30, at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/07/weekly-scribblings-30-writing-as.html?m=1
 - Magaly tells us, "... I give you allusion, conflict, edit, fiction, grammar, mood, pace, plot, poetry, prose, punctuation, rhythm, and stanza, and invite you to write new poetry or prose which includes 3 or more of the words in blue. The actual words, or derivatives of them, should be part of your contribution. Use them literally or figuratively, make your piece about writing or living, let your theme be bleak or bright or whatever feels just right. 
"
 - I have most of these characteristics (for sure not prose) my twenty verses and made sure to call three that predominate in my subtitle.  "Conflict" may be credited as my worst, an "Allusion" to the very old "Male Chauvinism".
NO ROCKS THROUGH MY WINDOWS PLEASE!!!