The Laugh -- a Poem for Friday Writings

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  A Laughing Matter?

Little girl growing big 

Taller than her grandma  

Maturing, ladylike 

At our house yesterday 

Called, we at doctor place 

"Mimi, like to spend day 

Pick me up from my place?" 

So pick her up we did 

Small talk while driving home 

At her request, one stop 

McDonald's, she went in 

Back out with sack and glass 

We took care of some needs 

Sack on coffee table 

She's on the floor beside 

Playing game on her phone 

We'd eaten on the way 

Ice cream now for dessert 

Our guest, milk chocolate 

Be her favorite, ever 

Game time, old hide and seek? 

Kid stuff, not for freshman 

High school now, play new game 

"My creation," she beamed  

Three people.  Six stuffed toys 

One is "it". Two go out 

"It" hides the six stuffed toys 

"It" then calls in the two 

Leaves while two find the toys 

Find before "It" comes back 

If not, must sneak around 

First one caught is new "It" 

Toys brought in next game begins 

Once Mimi couldn't find 

Red Tomato she'd hid 

Worse we couldn't either 

Game was over, all laughed 

Laughed and laughed O so hard 

Mimi, how'd you forget? 

We needed a hard laugh 

        

Toy selection was made by our Teen: (top to bottom) 

    Two snowmen, on the left when she was four, 

       the right for the Christmas tree, occasion not remembered

    Two tomatoes belonged to my mother before marriage also 

    Two baby lions, on the left a gift to Mrs. from me 

       the right "just came mainly unnoticed"

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 -Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov6 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Magaly at Friday Writings #89 ,   https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2023/08/friday-writings-89-you-laughed-you.html?m=1

 - Magaly has asked us to write about the last time you had a good laugh or cry.

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Poverty in the City - a Poem for dVerse Poetics

  Not a pleasant place 

I came and I saw 

I saw what you may never wish to see 

People were sleeping in the streets 

and on the steps of closed store fronts 

Dogs were weaving in 

weaving in amongst the sleepers 

trying to steal a crumb 

or leftover bites 

Hungry were all 

the dogs and the people 

People who were men 

men and some women 

Women usually dressed 

fairly well, a small 

suitcase in their shopping cart 

Honking horns abound 

but those didn't seem to hinder 

any of the ones sleeping there 

Under the bridges were crowded 

sometime had to argue for a spot 

They too seemed to have pets 

dogs mostly a few kittens 

But the dogs sleeping loose 

on the sidewalks and under the trees 

It seemed like a bad dream 

was glad that I could leave

this forsaken city 

city of the poor 

(this is not necessarily just Istanbul 

it could be your city and/or mine 

a compilation from memories) 

 

  

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2013 and 2023 Respectively, All Rights Reserved (photos from our 2013 visit to Istanbul-URL)

 - I am linked with Sanaa Rizivi at dVersed Poetics at  

    https://dversepoets.com/2023/08/08/poetics-creating-visuals-and-amber-rose-tamblyn/ 

 - To see others writing on topic, click here

 - Sanaa asked us to "Observe how she (Rose Tamblyn) creates visuals by employing unexpected descriptions in her poems. Feel free to write about darker (more under-rated) subjects. The aim here is to explore the “human condition,” and to write spontaneously. Shall we? 

 - For sure this was spontaneous, I've visited around the world, the dogs and the cat here were from Istanbul. 

    Paris had NONE, NONE of this.  Paris, France, is in totally Socialized country.  Not even a bum on the street let alone sleeping there.  (I have been told that in the areas were tourists do not go.  I may check this out later, you can also for yourself if you care.  It could be Fake News that I was given, someone totally against socialism.  These do not realize the need for it in some areas, I believe we in the U.S. have our share, education, highway care and construction, space activities, defense, etc., necessities we would not have without the government stepping in.  I have observed this in Martinique, it is lily clean of poverty all over as opposed to Barbados where vagrants were on the streets.)   

    London, England was the worst.  Even our Houston, Texas has 4,050 over half sleep in shelters (street pictures here).  It was many, many more until in 2020 a state grant removed them drastically.  

  - Mark Twain told of the "Dogs in Constantinople". (read and see here).

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"Pop" -- a Poem for dVerse Quadrille

   Pop

Pop was a nice old guy

But meaner than any

devil, angel combined

He was loving to some

Was Mister Good Fellow

to his wife and Daughters

Mean and tough with his boys

boxed their ears they cried not

Dual personality

wasn't publicized 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Mish for dVerse Quadrille Monday #181, prompt today "pop",  at 

    https://dversepoets.com/2023/08/07/pop-goes-the-quadrille-181/

 - Quadrille Monday's poetry has exactly 44 words 

 - To reads other's Quadrille poems, click here,  

     Perhaps you would like to write these also 

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