Boys Girls Women Men Flowers Beasts Worms, etc. -- a Poem for the Sunday Muse

 

     The Seasons of Life 

Youngsters at play with the bubbles 

catching all they can 

but burst way more than they catch 

Babies until they grow up a ways,

teens maybe 

Flowers begin to show 

Spring will depart when Nature calls 

 

Comes late spring, Beauty will be "the in" 

Flowers everywhere, some to pluck 

others for seed

Boys and girls learning love and passion 

Tamed by parents on the alert 

seeds not for germination  

 

Summer pretty to begin but 

weather beaten at the end 

Birds and bees everywhere 

showing their stuff 

love is love, passion's another kind 

One  by one  they leave the nest 

migrate if they must 

Their genes and dollars determine 

Autum comes, winds try to cool 

there's a bit tiring, shows it's head 

cloudy, dust from Africa blurs the clouds 

Clock watchers abound 

waiting for retirement 

or an old folks home 

Winters around the corner 

early snow not wanted 

 

Winter's short days are good for napping 

some hibernate, others have an early end 

Sledding and skiing for young 

and the old, kiddie slopes popular 

Nature has its ways, for her pets

there's another day, and next season 

Humans not like that at all,

one life is all there is 

Hope they've populated the earth 

with their young 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photos from Carrie as prompt, the colored one I copped from the Internet, I've forgotten where.  Carrie is hosting The Sunday Muse #252  at 

    https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2023/03/sunday-muse-252.html 

 - After writing this I was told of a more famous and much better writer than I, Antonio Vivaldi, who wrote the poem available at the URL below.

    "Vivaldi's "Four Seasons" Poems

December 29, 2017

Did you know that the music of Vivaldi's The Four Seasons is based on four poems written by Antonio Vivaldi? In the music, each "Season" consists of a three-movement concerto. Two quick-tempo outer movements frame a central slow-tempo movement. The sonnets included in the score provide a specific description of each movement.  A prose translation of the original Italian is provided below." (Exerted from the web site below.  There you can also watch his corresponding opera performed as recorded in the video supplied)

    https://www.charlottesymphony.org/blog/vivaldis-four-seasons-poems/

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Telling words ~~ a Poem for the Friday Writings

Our Outhouse

Too bad the tree fell on it. Of course no one was 

inside, just a whole lot of memories left there waiting.

Dad made this two holer, you can buy a brand new 

one in kit form for around $449.00. Go here

The light and the dark 

I've seen London and I've seen France 

I like sunshine and hate the dark 

Lamp lights okay, nightlights to sleep 

Am I afraid, fearing the dark 

Superstitious? That I am not 

Under ladders, there I won't walk 

Nor let black cats to cross my path 

For them I'll dodge, go other way 

It all started when I was small 

Outhouse was back, back in the grove 

Twas back behind--Mom's chicken house 

When it was dark--Sister's along 

All that to say "I hate the dark"

I'm still that way, flashlights do help 

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 - Photo and Poem Copywrite, Jimmiehov 2009 (out house photo, [click here]) and 2023, All Rights Reserved  

 - I'm linked with Rosemary for the Prompt phrase at the Friday Writings #69 at  

    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 

Notes: 

 - Rosemary has invited us to write about “darkness and light.”

 - The photo is of our outhouse toilet when I was growing up on the farm.  A tree has fallen on it now.  You can buy a brand new one in kit form for around $449.00. Go here

 - For more of my outhouse stories, click here. 

 - Although I say that I'm not superstitious, when I was teaching, I numbered my tests and mixed the questions differently for odd/even rows.  I also numbered each question pamphlet; I would exchange number 13 for number 43.  My students didn't know that had occurred, therefore if by chance that student was concerned, he/she would not worry about having number thirteen.  

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See You at the Ballot Box -- a Poem for Quadrille #172

 My shifting changes

I made a shift, 

a shift I've made before 

From Republican before

to Democrat last election

I'm shifting parties back

Back to Republican

Don't like the way

the way Republican candidates stack

Not saying for whom I'll vote

Don't want old men back again

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Mish for the prompt word, "shift", at 

    https://dversepoets.com/2023/03/20/quadrille-172/

 - Their request is that our quadrille should be exactly 44 words, not including the title and include the word “Shift” or a derivative of the word. 

 - To read other's writings, click here