Morning Joys - a Quadrille Poem for dVerse

Image by Julius Silver from Pixabay

MORNING COMES

Morning comes I step out my door 

A bird is singing, my rooftop 

A mockingbird I sing to him 

"Who cooks for you" "Who cooks for you"

Then from my rooftop he returns 

Quiet a bit, replies another 

Repeat Repeated 

Neighborhood sings to me 

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Clouds and shadows this morning here at my house 

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

 - Top Photo and Prompt, "Morning", from Linda Lee Lyberg for us to write, a 44 Word Quadrille #158 for dVerse entry at 

https://dversepoets.com/2022/08/22/quadrille-158-morning-has-broken/ 

 - To read others' "morning" poems, click here.

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Sunday Muse - Play it, Play it

American Jazz pianist and

 composer Thelonious Monk 

  Piano Man 

Piano man, won't 

you play for me 

See it in your eyes 

your one desire 

Would it be for me 

sole audience

Merely tickling keys 

in the mornings 

Practicing for nights 

play just for me

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo prompt furnished hopefully by Carrie for The Sunday Muse # 199 writers at 

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/02/sunday-muse-199.html?m=1 

 - Composed entirely using my old Galaxy 8 smartphone 

 - Ninety (90) syllables 

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Weekly Scribblings -- Woo woo -- a Spine Poem

The Time Between

Light over London 

Lions of Fifth Avenue 

The Paris Seamstress 

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

 - I am linked with Magaly Guerrero at Weekly Scribblings #78, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/07/weekly-scribblings-78-micro-writings.html?m=1 

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Another Poem for a Weekend Mini-challenge

Solstice Humbug

Longest day this year

We did not burn do not fear

Needs come every year

Spring chick scratches straw

Time for her to 'fly the coup' 

Scratch for worms it's own

What's the fuss about

Nothing here to be revered

Mark the calendar

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Toni Spencer in the Imaginary Garden at  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/weekend-mini-challenge-summer-solstice.html?m=1 
 - Three Senryū verses, 51 syllables, 55 counting the title.  43 words plus 2 (= 45) with the title. 

A Poem for Weekend Mini-Challenge

Summer Solstice

Yesterday I walked
In the garden I walked
Roses in full bloom
Red and oh so cheery
Oranges set on fine
Golf ball sized already
Hibiscus orange
New blossoms for the day
Bunny rabbits here
Eating grass, small flowers

Yesterday I walked
Along the green belt trails
Tree placed here and there
Give shade for the walkers
The grass finely trimmed
Rabbit food over here
White cranes fish the banks
Food for their young our hope
Bridges weathered look
Turtles 'neath wait for food

Mother Nature's pride
Finished Spring Summer's come
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Toni Spencer in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/weekend-mini-challenge-summer-solstice.html?m=1
 - Mini-poem?  Ninety-four words plus two for the title.  Twenty-two short lines, five and six syllables per line. 

Micro Poetry ~~ The Day

Emerald Cave Morakot, Thailand

from Kerry's post, June 17, 2017

http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/06/micro-poetry-dark-emeralds.html

The Day When 

Her bones turn to dark emeralds

Hues of green, admirable sheen

Guarded she'll be, teeth of gems green

Brazen thieves their wares they pedaled 

Her blood will turn to fine Merlot 

Drink of queens none finer for them

Hair of shining gold, fine emblem 

Dreaded thieves their wares all aglow

Emeralds, gold, wine undid her 

Thieves.  She's sold to highest bidder

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 - Photo (see Toads link below) and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with  Kerry O'Connor, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Micro Poetry ~ Dark Emeralds, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/06/micro-poetry-dark-emeralds.html

 - Kerry's words for us, "Today is the day we put the "mini' back into the Sunday Mini-Challenge, and return to the option of form poetry. The object of this challenge is to write a poem in no more than 10 lines (but you may write in fewer than 10 lines all the way down to a single American sentence). Choose your own form or write in free verse, if preferred... our frame of reference is "Dark Emeralds" - from the final line of this poem by James Wright" again at the Toads link above.
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The Cross-roads ~ Micro Poem

 

What to do?

 

Comes fork in the road 

What will we do, what to do

We must split, your pick

  [click on either picture for larger view,

click again better still]

Let us go up the middle

Break the cookie, split the pie

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Bottom Photo and Poem copyright, © 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved

Top Photo copyright, © 2006 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved

http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-you-come-to-fork-in-road-take-it.html
In that earlier writing the dog (my beloved deceased Adi) made
the decision, it was go up the middle.  We enjoyed the walk
through the taller grass and past the bushes. This walk had
to detour around a golf course and an algae covered pond. 
Adi, Walk pictures (more my other blog Adi and/or walking posts)

 

I am linked with Kerry O'Connor at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads,

The Cross-roads ~~ Micro Poetry

http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/11/the-cross-roads-micro-poetry.html

 

A poem for the Dodo Bird -- a dodoitsu

. . . . . . .. . . .  . the Dodo, by C. Edwards (wikicommons)
a Dodoitsu;
poem for the dodo bird

Lines, three sevens and one five
Syllable count, that we do 
Reminds me of dodo bird 
Dodoitsu form

My poem form for dodo bird 
Goofy bird brunt tales galore
Friendly bird, trusted too much 
Extinct, ate by hog 
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Poem copyright, © 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved
Photo copied from Wikipedia, "free to use, a file from the Wikimedia Commons
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Edwards%27_Dodo.jpg

I'm linked with   Kerry O'Connor at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, A Splash of Rust & Gold ~ Micro Poetry, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/10/a-splash-of-rust-gold-micro-poetry.html

Notes:
 - 1.  The Dodoitsu poetry form is a Japanese "4-line poem (with) seven syllables in the first three lines and five syllables in the fourth–and final–line. The dodoitsu often focuses on love or work with a comical twist. ... I haven’t found any word on whether dodoitsu traditionally have titles or not."
  - 2. "What happened to the last dodo bird?"  (They became extinct before the 1700's, probably the last one or egg eaten by a hog or a rat.)
http://www.forbes.com/sites/quora/2016/09/20/what-happened-to-the-last-dodo-bird/#223f32116789
 - 3.  Dodo Birds, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dodo

Not What We Came Here To See ~~ Micro Poetry, Dodoitsu Form

Expectations?

Alligators in the pond 
They came from miles them to see 
Gators they saw, something more 
Little dogs inhaled   
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Photo and poem copyright 2006 and 2016,
 @ Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved 
2006 photo posting, http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-first-time-for-jim-fishing.html

I'm linked with Kerry O'Conner at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Not What We Came Here To See ~~ Micro Poetry; http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/08/not-what-we-came-to-see-micro-poetry.html 

This piece of micro poetry, a four line poem, is written in Dodoitsu Form, a Japanese poem form having seven syllables in its first three lines and five in the fourth.  Read more, The Writer's Digest, http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/dodoitsu-poetic-forms 

I am writing this evening with my iPad.  I found this alligator in the water at Port Arthur, Texas.

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How about this guy?

He's a Devil not a Man

No, better,

He's a Reptile, not a Fish.

A Micro Poem Challenge

Death and Life ~ Gustav Klimt

Sisters, Mothers 

Sisters of day 
Play with your brothers 
Play as you may 
Daredevils training they 

Day comes too soon 
Bold brothers become 
Enjoy your swoon 
Show your love became 

Mothers at night 
Mourning for brothers
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Poem copyright, 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved 

 - Picture credit with this week's prompt where I'm linked to Kerry O'Conner 
at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, "the sisters Death and Night ~ Micro Poetry" (link)
 - Kerry's desire from us is a micro poem of ten lines. Not counting the title, mIne is ten lines, 46 syllables, and 34 words 

Deformity Cursed -- A micro poem for you tonight

Something Very Personal

I studied my naval in disbelief
There's no heavenly way this could be mine
Swollen beyond recognition. Can't be

Extended, distended, puckered outward
Yellowed worse than an ash tree in the fall
Red spots scattered indiscriminately

Oh dear, I sense an end to my love life
Would there be such a kind soul having me
How could one love me now? Worse than a wart

Not a nightmare, no.  Deformity cursed

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Photo and Poem copyright 2015, Ó Jimmiehov.
All rights reserved.

Tonight I am linked to Kerry O'Conner at Up Close & Personal - Micro Poetry
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2015/10/up-close-personal-micro-poetry.html

Her challenge was to write an 'up close and personal' poem with only TEN lines, a Decastich.  
Mine is in Sonnetina Uno form:  http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/decastich.html