Sunday Muse - Jack and Jill

THE HEAVY:

    The Deed 

What 

What have we done 

A moment, an hour 

A time we will always remember 

Tender memories not to be forgotten 

Even if the shame must remain 

All is stored in our hearts

Stored for savoring 

and 

 THE LIGHT:

    The Pills 

Jack and Jill sat on a wall 

Jill fell off and broke her toe 

Along came Mr. Devil 

Here to rescue, Doctor Doe 

Doctor doctor help me please 

Glued the toe gave her some pills 

Don't eat these, make you a tease 

She slipped Jack one, ease your ills 

Jack jumped down came on strong 

Jill tease to be was surprised 

Oh Jack I've waited so long 

Now I've found the best of guys 

Came Mr. Devil again 

Pay up, Doc Doe's pill bargain 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - See Carrie's prompt photo for The Sunday Muse # 175,  at  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/08/the-sunday-muse-175.html?m=1 

 - stored also in The Writer's Pantry with Rosemary at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/08/writers-pantry-85-things-to-remember-if.html?m=1

Weekly Scribblings - One more?

     Last Ride 

It was early in the morning 

Been to the hospital and back 

Strapped safely in her new car seat 

Back there tiny bundle of joy 

Glanced down on the way up the stairs 

Motorcycle was chained below 

Thinking how it had been ridden 

Fast, wild, reckless rides many times

Comes change with that precious bundle 

Demanding more care and support

Death must hide until she grows up 

Another addiction to quell

A shiny red Harley beckons 

No.  "The last time" cannot be had  

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

 - I'm linked with Rommy at The Weekly Scribblings # 84,   https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/08/weekly-scribblings-84-last-time.html?m=1 

 - Rommy would like for us to shape our words around the phrase, “the last time”. We are free to interpret what that phrase says to us, but we must use those words somewhere in our piece. 

 - This is true of me but I didn't want to set my write in first person.

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April's Love

April's Love 

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It was the best of months, the worst of  months

married young, so good it's hard to describe

tender and sweet, closely entwined, young love

Young marriages may not last, seasons change

bitterness and sorrow, brokenhearted 

storms throw down their nests, the flowers die

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Photos and Poem Copyright
© 2014 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

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Again I am posting this little poem, in honor of the birds in the picture nesting.  

A house guest dropped one bird on the table, the little bird broke.  Too.many small pieces to glue back together, they were a wedding present 48 years ago.

Posting with the Writer's Pantry #84, Magaly has charge this week, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/08/writers-pantry-84-lets-read-up-storm.html

Today I am  linked to the Real Toads, Words Count with Momma Zen

 (My word count is forty-six)

"In his masterpiece The Waste Land, poet T.S. Eliot 

describes April as the cruelest month," Mom Zee asked,

"Give me the best and worst of April, then render a verdict . . . in 66 words or less."