A Poem for the Tuesday Platform

Why do I travel;
for delight it brings?

Started with a bucket list
Moscow, Panama Canal
Great Wall of China as well

Those in mind, first came my son
To his wedding, Barbados
With blushing bride made their vows

While in the Caribbean
Why not visit Martinique
And St. Lucia, islands near

Learned of Napoleon's wife
Awed by their island homesite
Josephine's Statue, headless

Ate bananas in their fields
from their trees and sampled rum
from the barrel.  Shoulders rubbed 

Soon cruised Panama Canal
Then sailed from Moscow on to
St. Petersburg. Walked the Wall

Our bucket list long empty
With the highway in our veins
Now eighteen years we've traveled

Fifty states, most of Europe,
South America have been
India to Capetown next

Why do I travel
Because it's there
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/07/the-tuesday-platform-questions-of-travel.html?m=1

 - I hate that this turned out sounding like a bragging write. More detail would have been more boring  But it has been much of my eighteen retired years and many summer while teaching has been on the road, sea, and air.
 - Best liked was driving literally all over Europe but there isn't one holiday travel that I have regretted. Eight have been Missionary oriented.
 - Oh yes,  Mrs. Jim has been with me everywhere except for my business
  monthlong romp in San Francisco and one trip to Guatemala.  Two of our children and three grandkids have also tagged along.

Eating challenge poem - In the Market for Poems

To market she
 

To the market she would go 

Mostly for the samples 

She was a poor thing, stooped 

Lunch on the go they said 

Saving her pennies scarce 

The merchants knew her well 

Showing, giving their wares 

Fruit from all the nations 

 One day she didn't show 

Then the next and the next 

Where's their freeloader friend 

Would she not soon return

Collected money they 

Went to her door they knocked 

Jailed they said, shoplifting 

Sad, to the jail they went 

Jailer said, poor thing stooped 

Her words to them,  "When I

was poor you fed me well 

Visit now, God bless you." **

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Photo and Poem Copyright © 2006 and 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Today I'm linked to "Outlawyer" at 
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/07/weekend-mini-challenge-in-market-for.html 

** Notes and Links:
1. Top 2006 photo taken of Mrs. Jim at the market in Paleramo, Sicily, Italy.
2. My favorite market is the Borough Market in London (Link)
3. Jim's (my) other blog search on "market"  (Link)
4. Matthew 25:35-40  The Bible, New International Version (NIV) (Link) 
35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’
37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you?39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.'

Salvatore Quasimodo takeoff -- Sunday mini-Challenge

Street in Agrigento

 

On the main street of Agrigento, old Agrigentum, traffic came to a halt.  We were being overtaken by a herd of sheep.  Sheep not yet shorn, moving from morning pastures wet and green to the windswept native grasses of the valley, brown and wilting in the sun.
 
I followed those sheep while we were stopped.  They stopped at the fountain, people parting so they could drink of the cool waters, each one of them.  Then they picked up the pace, not daring to loose site of their herder and his crook.
 
They were still perky from their sleep last night, under the moon and stars there on the prairie grasses soft.  They knew not the cares of the world, not the prices of wool or mutton, not even of the latest levy by the Cosa Nostra
 
Rather their minds were on those walking in Grecian times down those lemon tree lined streets then much slowed.  Wagons and carts, no smell of singed gasoline or diesel fumes.  The same sun and moon as today, wet morning pastures, still, with browning dried prairie grass.
 
When the traffic started moving again the driver picked me up whistling his cheery noonday tune, not wary of my reminiscing with the dawdling sheep.  Wet morning pastures he didn't know nor of soft prairie grasses turning brown.  Same today as in olden time.


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The old saying is "Like sheep,

we have all gone astray."

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- Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2006 and 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

-  I am linked with Grace, aka Heaven, at the Real Toads, Sunday's Mini-Challenge: Salvatore Quasimodo found here.
 
- Again, on Monday I linked it with Magaly at the Real Toads, Open Link Monday (link)

 - Grace's challenge is to "write a new poem or prose poem in response to Salvatore Quasimodo's words.   Some examples of responses include affirming what the speaker said or using his title or line of verse as a jumping board for your own writing.   The prompt is wide open so feel free to explore where your muse takes you."

 - I chose Salvatore's poem, Street in Agrigentum, (link) as a starting place for my muse to become aroused.  You can scroll up or down at the linked site to read this and some of his other poems.    

 - Agrigento (link) is a small town in Southwestern Sicily.  Ruins of old temples of the old town, Agrigentum, are just outside the more modern town, I've been there. My picture was taken in Carleone, Italy. The home of the famous Italian Mafia has been there for quite a while. We spent one day in Carleone back in 2006. The sheep were following our bus until they decided to go around our slow traffic.

One Single Impression: Monument

Fall from grace

they stood tall and proud
monuments to once known gods
center of worship
now grown old and decaying
no one knows and no one cares

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© 2010 Jimmiehov
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Prompt words, Monument, suggested
by Ramesh Sood at A Little More Than Ordinary..

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using "Monument" as prompt
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Photos:
Top, from river cruise; somewhere in Russia between Moscow and St. Petersburg.
Right, ruins near Agrigento, Sicily, Italy.

One Single Impression: Running

Going, going, gone

I am running away, I'll go to stay.
I am going to play, don't hold me back.
You can come along or I'll go alone.
I've done it before, I'm running away.

I am running away to find new friends.
I am going to where it's warm all year.
You can find me there and stay I don't care.
I've done it before, I'll do it again.

I am running away, I won't come back.
I am going where a new life I'll find.
You can join in then but I'm going now.
I'm doing it again, going to stay.

Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

Jim's Haiku Bones link, Sleep

Find more poems at One Single Impression

Thank you to my daughter Susie for her nice poem on 'Running' posted at One Single Impression. She filled in for me when I was running short of time.

Sleep ~ Haiku Bones

Sleep

Mother Nature's way
replenish body and mind
let sleeping dogs lie

Poem and Photo Copyright

© 2009 Jimmiehov
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Links:

This dog was sleeping at the Mount Vesuvius site near Naples, Italy. It opened an eye when I stopped to take its picture.

Chaucer "It is nought good a slepyng hound to wake"

Thanks to RDL for the prompt word, sleep

Find more haiku using RDL's promt at Haiku Bones

Jim's One Single Impression, Running

Trembling ~ Haiku Bones

Trembling Quartet
.. three haiku one senryū

facing fox yet still
mother quail covered her chicks
trembling all the while


hungry small kitten
bold hungry begging tourists
trembling all the while


viper coiled to spring
poor small frog very quiet
trembling all the while

girl on a scooter
hoping he will ride with her
trembling all the while

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Copyright © 2010 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

Thanks to Nancy and Bruce at Haiku Bones
for the prompt word, trembling.

One single impression: Never Ending

Never ending —



cycle of nature goes on



tide ebbs and flows




Never Ending

Never ending —
cycle of nature goes on
tide ebbs and flows

Copyright © 2008 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved


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