Saturday, March 13, 2021

Seasons


Surreal Artwork 

Seems we go 

Seems we go from Spring's lush beauty blessings 
passing Summer's steamy unpleasantness
with one blink of eye into Fall's messes 
and flashing on to Winter's cold bleakness 

Seems Old Age has shown its infirmities 
before it's time before we are ready 
Ugliness too from stiff whitening hair to 
red splotches cover faces and bodies 

We use canes crutches walkers and wheel chairs 
Yesterday we ran races rode our bikes 
Visited places we'd only heard their names 
Drove our cars like racers through thick traffic 


Oh yes, belly buttons stick out not in   
Our love life has changed but can it remain
How long the Winter will be we don't know
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Like the old song, before 
your time, enjoy life now 
"Those were the days my friend 
We thought they'd never end" 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 
 - Song, "Those were the days"  credited to Gene Raskin, (Wikipedia, Those Were the Days (song) - Wikipedia )  
 - I am linked with Carrie Van Horn with the Sunday Muse #151, , http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/03/sunday-muse-151.html?m=1 
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Wednesday, March 10, 2021

Weekly Scribblings Poem -- Your Dad, Trouble


A beautiful girl 

A beautiful girl not quite ready 
Not quite ready for expectations 
Don't marry a preacher's son if you 
don't want to live in a house of glass 

Most preachers are sure of their rules 
and will tell you they came direct from God 
don't argue the Ten Commandments 
Though drinking beer not known on the mount 
 
Our young lady drank since her teen years 
Not uncommon for a lot of teens 
But when you marry the preacher's son 
his house will surely be made of glass 

What she did where she went what she drank 
What wasn't ask is why did she drink 
Pressure from those watching through the glass 
Drove her to drink more and more often 

Her husband was caught in the middle 
'Tween his loving wife beautiful 
and the strict morals of his father 
While he pondered wife hit the bottle 

Once too often for her health she drank 
Rehab for her but while she was gone 
Her man looked around for a new wife 
She shot him dead--father-in-law too
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Magaly Guerrero at Weekly Scribblings # 60, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/03/weekly-scribblings-60-troubled.html, who is inviting us to write new poetry or prose using “a troubled relationship” —literal or metaphorical—as inspiration.
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