Bad Morning ~~ my Poem for Tuesday Platform

Caged

How does it feel to lose one's freedom?
Not that of becoming betrothed or
conscripted for your country's service
Rather to be deprived of home, your
liberty to walk or drive away

Try being locked inside your garage
Your loved one drives away closing doors
Confined. The house door's locked, you've no keys
You find a blanket, pillow, basin
Cell door sealed, alone, darkly lit, cold

Thoughts of escape now go through your mind
If you get outside, still must return
Cell phone lays away, there with your clothes
It may ring, it should. Loved ones will call
Worry when no answer, call again

Still alone, try to sleep. Sleep won't come
Rest your head, lay your body down, hard
You doze, you'll awaken, nothing's changed
Lay awake, walk around, no control
Why am I here, what have I done?  Sob

Accident here, loved one will return
Hugs, disbelief, "I'm sorry" you'll hear
Elsewhere, many times this does occur
Many deserving, some by mistake
Confined, locked away, no one comes 

Remember Christ's words, should we heed,
"I was in prison... you came to Me"

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Photos and Poem Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

I linked this poem with Marian's post, The Tuesday Encounter, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (open forum day)

My Friend ~~ a Challenge Poem

Burlap 

There's nothing fine about my friend, Burlie
She's coarser than a mama goat's rough hide
and can swear like a cowman when she wants
Burlie rolls her own; chews and dips outside

Real name is Burlap, fighting words to her
She drives her pickup truck like a cowboy
in, out and through traffic, holding her reins
Roping calves child's play, bovine is her toy

Don't you dare even hint of a dreaded bag
"Burly Bag" in ear range she'll hear, and heave
you right into that sack, then stomp you good
Given all that she's sweet candy with me.





 

Coffee beans, courtesy of Wikimedia Commons,  and used by Laurie back in 2012













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Poem Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved 

Today I'm linked with Margaret's  post, Play it Again, Toads!, at The Imaginary with Real Toads. I chose the first option, A Word with Laurie: Review. From Laurie's list, my word was 'Burlap'.

Challenge Poem (not a bah humbug)

No U-turns

I want a turn, when will my turn be?

You don't get a turn, you've been naughty

O please, let me have my turn today

Sorry fugly, there's no turn for you

No need to call me names, please refrain

That's the limit, I will hear no more

Please, please, I'll be good forever(more)

You're at the edge of my patience, go

I've done nothing to you, you're my friend

Leave, you've hit the bottom, close the door

Wheels that turn

Not a cookie cutter blog

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Photos and Poem Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved
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The list: reverse, corner, turn, bottom, peak, edge, limit, choose, bend, close, push, sleep (my choices are underlined)

do NOT use the words "new," "change" or "direction" (or variants / tenses derived therefrom), because bah humbug.

Today I'm linked to  Grapeling's challenge, Get Listed, Solstice Edition, at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Bob-tailed Nag -- another Challenge poem

Bob-tailed Nag   

Gotta get you a bob-tailed nag  
Buy you one, make sure she will trot  
Buy you a crotceted green oat bag 
One that won't scare your horse, sure not 

Gotta get you a bob-tailed nag
Buy her a sleigh, nice two seater   
Buy you some bells, let her reins sag
Go find your friend, bells to greet her  

Glad you got you a bob-tailed nag 
Ride with friend, lunch, Sunday special  
You two will eat, back in your rig  
Park past the meadow, get social 

Let her there graze, your bob-tailed nag 
There with your friend, sweet time to spend 
Tongues talk, not horse, no tail to wag  
Life course setting, you and your friend   


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Photo (top), Photo (bottom), and Poem Copyright © 2015, 2010 (link), and 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

 - On December, 22, 2015, I linked this poem with Kerry O'Connor's  post, The Tuesday Encounter, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (open forum day)
 . and
  - I'm linked with Karin Gustafson at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Her post there to link with is Take Two and Sing (We); the Weekend Mini-Challenge

Instructions there: "Think of a song--preferably a song of the season, a Christmas carol, Hanukah or Winter or truly any other song--and pick two consecutive words out of it."  Then go for it with a writing.
I used Jingle Bells, last stanza and refrain, the words, bob-tailed nag,

"Now the ground is white, so go it while you're young
Take the girls tonight and sing this sleighing song
Just get a bob-tailed nag, two-forty for his speed
Then hitch him to an open sleigh and crack, you'll take the lead
 

Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way"

BTW, a bob-tail is an animal's tail that has been surgically made to be very short.

AND, I know, horses tails 'swish', not 'wag'.  But swish doesn't rhyme.

The snow picture is from the back yard of the home we just moved FROM.

Hope, Despair ~~ A bit of "Micro Poetry" (and history)

Jailed man picture: Nicolas Fouquet and replica prison cell in the
Vaux-le-Vicomte cellar. (see below—click on picture to enlarge)
Click here (my 2010 blog post) for the story of Nicolas Fouquet

Hope and Despair
 

Through the grains of sand I peer 

Freedom's not far, though I fear 

For sure it won't be escape, 

unless. A saw in my cake 

Grains of sand, where is my gem 

Shackles and chains, crime's emblem 

Fortunes were made, came prestige 

All I have, here, loathed vestige 

Friends are gone, won't loosen chains 

Hope is nill, not in these grains 

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Poem and Photo Copyright © 2015 and 2010 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Sandgrains picture below from Kerry's post, click on her name below:

I'm linked with Kerry O'Conner's

"In A Grain of Sand ~ Micro Poetry"

To see the world in a grain of sand...

William Blake

Understanding Love poem -- then there's Aether*

Earth, Wind, and Fire; then there's Aether*

Why do you love?  What makes the world stop for me?
He doesn't say those words, three little ones,
one by four by three.  "I love you" is in his heart,
in his head, but absent from his tongue

Is it because he knows that I love him?
How does he know, I often wonder.
But I know he does, his tender touch,
the look in his eye, his feeling comes to me

It isn't from that touch or the look of eye
It's in the air, over the miles or an inch
Not wind, radio, radar, or TV
Through the aether* we connect, heart to heart
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Photo, Poem Copyright © 2011, 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

Today I'm linked with Hannah at Transforming with Nature's Wonders

 - She wants us to try piecing the Classical Elements into our poetry.  The classical elements are: fire, air, water and earth.  There is also a rock band named "Earth, Wind, and Fire," (Wikipedia)  part of which I used in my title.  The other part, 'Aether', was added by Aristotle, as a fifth element, 'aether', as the quintessence, reasoning. 
 - Later scientists discovered that Vacuum, or Ether, was the carrier for electric waves used for communication from point to point without wires, either line of sight or bouncing, and generally, but not always, included going into the mysterious heavens before returning to earth to be received.  See Note below with references.

*Note:  Aether, now generally called by 'ether', is the mysterious make up of the heavens, through and by which radio waves and light are transmitted and received, i.e. carried. Vacuum tubes in the old timey radios were also called upon ether, or vacuum, to transfer electricity (Google).  See here for a more detailed explanation of ether.

Lady Problems -- a Flash 60 poem

Lady Problems
 

Lady on the flying trapeze

Circus came and we left

My love, secrets are out

Came to fruition I thought

Went to London

for Trapeze School

Played more than studying

Fell in love with a taxi driver

You can't have two lovers

or, neither should know

Trapeze flyer discovered

she flew the coup

Be sure you've got wheels

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Photo, Poem Copyright © 2013, 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

 

Today I'm linked with  Mama Zen with the Real Toads in the

Imaginary Garden, on her post, Words Count With Mama Zen

 

Her instructions:  "Step right up and let the following vintage photos take you back to the circuses of days gone by. Be delighted!  Be amazed!  Be inspired . . . and write a poem of 60 words or less."  My work is exactly 60 words including the title.

My other Trapeze poem:
http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2013/07/two-shoes-tuesday-poem.html

Waiting for the train -- A Saturday Challenge poem

 

Waiting, for the North Train

Waiting here, by the street leading to town
Watching pretty people passing by
Time is passing too, wonder where it goes
Missing the North Train again? O my

Waiting till it comes, feeling not alone
Savoring young lass, her morning walk
Guessing thirteen, crass world events she knows
Practicing English on me, we talk

Asking me where Abercorn Street might be
Showing them, poor souls, aging elders
Thinking how, stooping, creaking, wasn't me
Aging's not for me, though I'm older

Strolling mothers, pushing baby strollers
Stopping beside me, feet needing rest
Telling of goings on, coming molars
Wishing to be living theirs, life's best

Seeing how these are living, pondering
Wondering, needing to know purpose
Pausing pair, my story them I'm telling
Saying they, train's coming here no more

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Photos and Poem Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with  Bjorn Brudberg at the Real Toads in the Imaginary Garden,
Saturday challenge, Waiting for something good... or not

DREAD -- a Friday Challenge Poem

Dread.  Small word, one letter larger than read
But. It never has left me, no matter
No matter that I'm older than older
Fear with consequences unknown to me

I shudder, shiver, and shake a little
Really a lot but I can't make that known
Can't make it known because I'm in public
Grown men shouldn't be afraid.  No boogeyman

Still I feel helpless in her presence, awe!
Not a man; this lady sets me trembling
No switch nor blade nor gun does she carry
Her stature towers, ominous intrigue  

I meet her in tight places, like the lift
Woman, taller and younger than me. There!
Fear strikes, I dread this twosome encounter
Whenever, wherever she's there, I leave
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Photos and Poem Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

Today I'm linking with Fireblossom at The Real Toads in the Imaginary Garden,
Fireblossom Friday: Dread

A Challenge Poem ~~ Bits of Inspiration

"The Bridesmaid" 

You see, dear, I married a heel.  I don't wish that for you, no way. My words for you "Dear, make sure."  Pay heed, what you see, what you feel.  He's at his best right now, won't change.  I thought he would because of love. The heel is after what he wants.  I've cried my pillow wet, tear soaked. But tears won't change one bit, not him.  Think twice before you say "I do." Not like me so late, eating words   My "I do" has become "I don't." 

Poem Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

Picture from Susie Clevenger' excellent blog post,  Bits of Inspiration ~ Capturing Thoughts

It is of a painting of John Everett Millais (June 8 1829 – August 13, 1896, called called "The Bridesmaid". The bridesmaid will be a close friend of the bride. If the bridesmaid has a message to tell, very likely it will be some sound advice garnered eithe by her experience or from her intiuition.

A short poem -- "Small Car"

(Going small? Two for one parking) 

"Small Car"

. 

I have a small car 
it goes at a crawl 

The mileage is good 
a tank lasts for weeks 

My frame is smallish 
the car fits me well 

My friends think it's cute 
the kids like it too 

But my car is weak
it's small, can't go fast
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Poem and Picture Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. 

 All Rights Reserved

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Today I'm linked with  Kerry O'Connor at

The Toads Imaginary Garden,

The Eye of the Beholder ~ Micro Poetry

where Kerry wanted 10 lines or less

Dog tracks on the patio ~~ a "The Tuesday Platform" poem

Dog Tracks

Dog tracks on the patio

Who was it that made these marks

Muddy prints, hound dog for sure

Played out in the muddy slough 

Now he's here, skulking about 

Leaving tracks for me to clean

He doesn't care, clean his feet  

They won't fit my broom handle

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Poem and Picture Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. 

 All Rights Reserved

Today I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor 

at The Tuesday Platform, saying,

"I invite you to share a poem of your choice on our open forum and to

join us in reading, learning and appreciating the power of words"

You can guess more about this dog if you wish.

Give up?  You will be surprised, check here

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Halloween Night -- 55 Flash Plus

 

Halloween Night

 

"Trick or Treat!"  Naughty words I love  

Little kids like to shout.  Tonight

it's okay if they say those words

 

Innocence is theirs, they know not

naughty words they say in pure bliss

Tricks the likes of things they don't know

 

Got to go now,  doorbell's ringing

"Trick or treat!"  Words for treats tonight

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Poem Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

Picture from screen capture of a Facebook Friend's post.

 

I am linked with Kerry O'Connor at the Real Toads FLASH 55 PLUS!

Kerry wants us to write a Halloween themed poem of exactly 55 words.

Mine is exactly 55 words including the title. 

 

For the first time in 16 years we have had trick or treaters.  That is because we moved out of a gated community where the POA had an activity for the kids called "Trunk or treat."