Sunday Muse -- Flowering(??)

         

           (Photograph by Anita Sedberry 

      at Harold Ross Fine Art Photography, 

                    Bottom last photo)

   

     A Beautiful Companion; 

        an elegy poem 

Little Rose I'm so sorry you were picked 

Plucked you

Bright and beautiful 

From where you were 

Princess of the beauties 

You haven't lost your beauty 

Yet 

But your beaming color won't last here 

I gave you all the water I could spare 

Your roots and leaves 

They had to stay 

Stay where you were planted 

Here there's no soil 

Nor room for that 

Dirt we have plenty 

It's not the kind 

Kind you can use 

It's mixed with grime 

Dead bugs rotting away

Grime and flakes of skin 

Skin from us here within 

Please the think the positive 

Think of the joy every morning 

Here in the dark and dank 

Mornings while you last 

But it won't be long 

They'll throw you out 

Out with the rubbish 

Junky and poo 

Not like where your 

Kin will be 

With the other mulch to be 

So let's toast 

Toast to the joy of the past 

The sunshine and showers 

Childrens' oos and awes 

Old ladies so wise 

And the friendly gardener 

The one and only who 

Was to coddle and care 

Care for you 

Trimmed your nails 

And polished your petals 

Fed you well

Watered too 

All that you have lost 

But your beauty still shines 

The only pretty here 

Not for long 

Make the best of what we've not 

That's my plight as well 

I'll ask my keeper 

If we can go together 

Away from this cell** 

To the paupers' grave 

Out on the hill 

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**Note:   Jailed man picture: The Nicolas Fouquet replica prison cell in the Vaux-le-Vicomte  cellar where we visited in 2009.

                (click on picture to enlarge)

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 - Poem and bottom picture Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022 and 2011(read my poem here), All Rights Reserved 

 - Top picture is my photocopy used as a Prompt Photo for our work by Carrie ar The Sunday Muse #195, posted here, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/01/sunday-muse-195.html

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Friday Writings - Spine Poem plus

 

Rock, paper, tiger 

Silver Anniversary 

Humpty Dumpty was pushed 

(my spine poem/senryu)

(I was overhearing their talk:)

I think it's just terrible 

Dastardly deed--purposely 

So cute poor fat little man 

(student with white shirt) 

Every way accessible 

Sat on his wall reaching all 

Long office hours he kept 

(student with shoes that don't match)

Clever and very wise too 

Physics 102 project 

Broken eggs back together 

(with white shirt) 

Let us go back to the lab 

Make Dr. Dumpty famous 

(student with black shirt) 

Then we'll teach him--Balancing 

(in unison)

( Now I've heard it all!!)

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Magaly at Friday Writings #10,  

 https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/search/label/Friday%20Writings

 - Magaly invited us to "create poetry or prose inspired by a conversation we’ve overheard." 

 - I left my position as an Aerospace Engineer at NASA Houston in 1980 for a second career as a Business Professor at San Jacinto College, a large two-year community college in the East Houston area. 

 - After every class I would move to the front of my desk, move the lectern out of the way, and sit on the desk as my students passed by.  Some would stop to discuss a point we covered in the lesson, maybe give a real-life example that fit, or make an office visit appointment, and so on.

 - Various times in my life I have felt folks were placing me in an older order.  My classes were no exception, starting after teaching maybe fifteen years, many of the female students began patting my legs as they passed.

 - I was well liked by the students even though I made them work hard for a good grade.  Fine with other faculty too.  But I was forced to retire due to health reasons (from which I've recovered).  

 - My working life had phases, three years working in an Elgin watch factory, five years in the U.S. Army, 19 years with Aerospace, and 22 years at San Jacinto College.   I retired in 2001, Mrs. Jim was ahead of me, she retired in 1999.

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Word List - Living (??) Well

Sleeping Cats

Kitten mine looks half asleep

really he's sound asleep but 

He sleeps with one eye open 

Kat learned this from the feral 

and catches mice in his sleep 

Sort of like his master is 

With one eye open looking 

both looking for food or prey 

He's tough gypsie type alright 

But gentle as a kitten 

when I'm around always was 

We are one of a kind, us 

I kissed them both, feed them now 

Carousing and prowl all night 

After breakfast sleep all day 

Life in the fast lane is good 

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YouTube found here, lyrics too. 

At the end I found a collage of goodies on screen.

I chose "Linda Ronstadt: The Sound of My Voice," her bio 

on video at 1hour 33 minutes, it was well worth it to me.

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked with Shay for her word list, it's posted below from her Word Garden #9 below, at  http://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2022/01/word-garden-word-list-9-joan-colby.html?m=1 

 - Granddaughter KP's new cat does not like being left alone.  We think he might be missing his former owner.  Named Dutch, he is an adopted four-year-old male Russian Blue.   He was a one-owner never taken out in the rain; pretty boy belonging to a little old lady, an LOL. 

 - Shay introduced us to Joan Colby, and specifically from her collection Joyriding to Nightfall. Read about her writings at the link above.  Also, others have left a link there to their writings on this and the word list.  - "Colby writes about nature, animals, aging, and the angels and devils in everything around us. 

 - What Shay wants us to do here is simple: use at least 3 of the 20 words on the list in a poem of any length or style. Then link up and visit others. The prompt stays "live" through Friday."

 - And now her list of words!

    anesthetized         breakfast            casseroles

    climb                    clocks                 coffin

    deaf                      feral                   glissade

    gypsy                    jeans                   kissed

    radio                    ribbon                  scorn

    skull                     shillelagh             starlings  

    stitched                tempted 

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