Lucky Guy -- a Poem for dVerse Poetics

Look under the bridge

Can see Sydney's underpants

Not unlike Paris 

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As I went under the bridge 

My mind began to wander 

Away from the tourist sights 

Remembering childhood day  

Bridges where I used to play 

Down at  the creek on our farm 

Over on the graveled road 

Under that bridge where I played 

Followed creek through the fence 

Duke and I sat on the bank 

Throwing rocks into the stream 

Duke was taking a short nap 

Sleeping dog reminded me 

I's thinking how it would be 

To be homeless here except 

My bed, blanket and a dog 

I'm the lucky veteran 

There's so many have no home 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018 (URL) and 2023 respectively, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Punam for the dVerse prompt, Bridge, in our write for "Poetics: Building Bridges" at 

    https://dversepoets.com/2023/09/26/poetics-building-bridges/ 

 - Click here to read others' writings for the prompt 

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A Poem - Street Painter has an Onlooker under His Skin

 

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The Street Painter;

  and the snappy woman 
 

His pictures were beautiful though

who but a tourist would buy one 

And so many were mural size

Best to get it home just ship it 
 

Comes little lady in her 'shaw

She's too good to put her foot down

The pavement was germy dirty

Besides Rick the driver had gone 
 

What are ye painting she shouted

Looks a bloody mess upside down

I like your colors what's it's price

Sounded like a put down to him 
 

With a sly grin he shouted back

It ain't for sale Grandma wants it

Oh sure where does your grandma live

She's in Heaven all good girls go 
 

Why do you paint here in the grime

The street gives me inspiration

I live here 'neath yon bridge.  Homey. 

Water sloshing gives me patience

  

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 - Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2013, Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov

2020, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Magaly  at Weekly Scribblings, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/05/weekly-scribblings-18-art-and-turmoil.html

 - Note: 
 - - Pictures were previously used and made public in February, 2013. http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2013/02/my-alphabe-thursday-2nd-letter-i.html  We were on the street in Sydney, Australia, and came upon this Street Painter at work.

 - - Riding with the pedaling fellow in this bike mobile cab looks like it would be fun but he didn't have many takers.  Mrs. Jim and I did ride in one of these in China and the ride was not fun.

 - - The street painter was going to donate his painting to a local Salvation Army unit.  There were a lot of people in his painting but I couldn't figure out what he meant it to be.

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.

One Single Impression: 2013

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2013

Two thousand and thirteen, it came to soon

It's a year that I have dreaded for years

A birthday year for me which makes me old

No fun one like I had ten years before

 

Death isn't the end I know, I'm ready

But please God, could I have some more good years

 

 

Pictures and Poem Copyright
© 2013 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

The pictures:  Top is the golf course in our back yard, taken from our back porch this afternoon using the X3 telephoto lens setting on my little pocket Sony; the side picture is of my 2013 Tauck travel calendar which shows a picture of the Harbor Bridge at Sydney, Australia. 

 

Mrs. Jim and I rode in a train over this bridge on January 12, 2013, while visiting there.  I am posting here more pictures and text about our holiday spent cruising on the Diamond Princess ship along the east coast of New Zealand and then over to Australia (Next Thursday will be "K" Day with Kangaroos).

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