The Sunday Muse -- Time's Big Change

Doom 

The Moon shone brightly, storm was gone 

One small cloud stayed for company 

Both had hope for the universe 

All others fled there were no stars 

The moon the cloud and one lone bird 

Just those three and oodles of wet 

Old Sol was spewing fire brimstone 

Puking like a drunken old man 

The bird ignorant it played dumb 

The Moon was tired and growing dim 

The fluffed cloud was seeking a lamb 

The Sun nearly emptied his gut 

After that it was all lights out 

One cloud to float away, bird dies 

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 - Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Carrie Van Horn for the photo prompt at the Sunday Muse #162,   http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/05/sunday-muse-162.html?m=1 

Weekly Scribblings Poem -- The Wait

 

Waiting 

I'm waiting, waiting and watching 

I'm watching the little squirrel 

I chased him up that small oak tree 

So now I'm waiting, he'll come down 

Some folk have large squirrels to deal with 

Others have small, both are waiting 

Waiting for their squirrel to come down 

Watching to learn more of what's up 

When my squirrel comes down more we play 

But when those folk's come down they work  

Their squirrels have problems they must solve 

Some get paid, some donate, we'll play 

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 - Photo is of my beloved beagle dog, Adi.  Adi died in 2012, I still miss her.  We were a registered pet therapy team, she loved visiting the residents in the Alzheimers wing of our local assisted living home.  The folks there loved Adi and her visits.  They always had a story to tell, many times about their own dogs. 

Read her meme here, https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2008/04/adi-about-me-little-meme.html?m=1 

 - Photo and Poem Copyright,  2008 and 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with at the Weekly Scribblings # 71 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/05/weekly-scribblings-71-waiting.html?m=1 with Rosemary hosting, she suggested that we write today concerning "Waiting."

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Sunday Muse -- Good time?

 

 

Two pretty girls

Two pretty girls out on the town 

Their mothers had warned them, be nice 

Go to nice places like, no bars 

Libraries, book stores, would be good 

See a nice movie, walk the park

Mothers have reason to worry 

Especially these naughty girls 

Saw them coming back down the street

They had bought shining new dresses 

Large matching butterflies released 

In the neighbor's lawns everywhere 

Naughty girls too big to be thrashed 

What to do what to do for them 

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 - Sureal Art by Catrin Welz-Stein 

- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Carrie and Shay at the Sunday Muse #161, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/05/sunday-muse-161.html?m=1 

 - Today is both Carrie's and Shay's birthdays, HAPPY BIRTHDAY Carrie, HAPPY BIRTHDAY Shay, not naughty girls, I am sure each has outgrown that.  

 - A couple of years ago I wrote of another pair of naughty girls, https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2020/06/a-poem-for-sunday-muse-113.html?m=1  

 - Shay also furnished the photo for that write's inspiration.  I had forgotten that she furnished it also until I searched for its URL. 

 - I enjoyed this exercise, I almost opted out as I am not feeling good today, recovering from massive teeth extraction surgery and complications.  But this one for the ladies and these really neat pictures sakes I had to.

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