a Mother's Garden poem for Friday

 

To Mom's garden;

  radishes red 

 

Mothers garden, planted in spring

Radishes after the last thaw

Devil bright red and white ones too

Long rows thick brilliant leaves of green

Eat reds right there with dash of salt

Whites for in the house, dinner treat

 

Mother's garden, pride of prairie

Sweet green peas and carrots came next

Orange and strait no other be

More on the spot snacks tummy fill

Pea shelling time, fun for the kids

Canned peas and carrots cellar bound

 

Mother's garden, one full acre

Tomato plants, string beans to plant

Homemade catsup back porch bottled

Beets for pickling last all year long

Sweet corn, pop corn, she grew them both

Fill the cellar before the frost

 

Mother's garden, what could be left

Strawberries return in the spring

Rows and rows, potatoes to dig

Squash and cucumbers long and green

Pumpkins, watermelons, fall's treat

Cantaloupe too, all ground cover

 

Mother's garden, prairie reclaimed

Faithful favorites return each spring

Day lilies, snap dragons, flowers

bright. Once gift of seed companies

Rhubarb, asparagus, onions

Can't stand to leave, faithful friends wait

 

But mother's garden is no more

Volunteers and the wild remain

Rustlers come, there's  plenty for all

Some pause, reminisce days of old

Hoeing weeds, picking vegetables

 

Mother's garden gone, Mother too

 

 

 

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Photos and Poem Copyright, © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Notes:

 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Of Poems and Fruit, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/12/of-poems-and-fruit.html .

 

 - The top picture is one of the remaining buildings on my parent's Nebraska farm.  Shown is the corn crib and to the left side of the picture across a little lane was Mother's large garden.  We all, my sister, Dad, and I, helped her with that.  The best part was eating the vegetables fresh from picking but we all enjoyed helping there, especially when we were all out there with mom. 

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 - The bottom pictures were taken from my cousins' (Jean and hubby, Dwain) garden this summer, July 1.  Jean's rhubarb needed to be picked.  We did and she gave us most of what we had picked which we took back to Houston.  Mrs. Jim makes really good rhubarb pie.

 

 - For more pictures and a little history of the farm, please look at these blog pages:

http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search/label/Jim%27s%20old%20home%20place

"than bauk" form -- Fussy Little Forms

The Proposal;

love wins out 

I think I feel

Warm heart real hot

I realized

Then surmised you

and skies'd confirm

A long-term match

 

My sperm, we'll hatch?* 
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Poem Copyright, © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Thank you, Marian, for introducing this form.  Read more about it here:
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/12/fussy-little-forms-than-bauk.html

In case you don't, here is an intro to the "than bauk" form: 

The than bauk form is a three-line poem with four syllables each, featuring rhymes in kind of a step pattern like this:

        x x x R        x x R x
        x R x x

One could chain together several to make a longer poem, like this:

            x x x A

            x x A x

            x A x B

            x x B x

            x B x C

            x x C x

            x C x x

*Note:

Translation:  "I love you very much, let us marry and you will have my babies?" 

                     (or something like that, I'm not so good with words like this)

Thursday Challenge Poem, a "Predicament"

A Monumental Predicament;

 seeing reality through distorted lens

 

"Is it permitted," she asked,

"Five second rule I dare ask

May I blow dust off my crisp

Before it goes in my mouth

 

Or should I open a new

Feed this crisp to my feline

She'd have a tad to much salt

Dust.  Another hair ball start

 

I will not sleep tonight, not

until I know the answer

Monumental problem brews

What O what now shall I do

 

We will ask the cat, she knows

She eats off the floor, sometimes

I watch her, no worries there

O dear, O dear, I will cry."
 

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Photos and Poem Copyright, © 2007 and 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - Photo is Amber from my 2007 posting, http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2007/04/cat-whisperer-and-cat-in-window.html . Amber died in 2013 at age 19. 
 - Some other of my blog posts where "cats" have come into play:
http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=cat
 - I am linked to 'Fireblossom' at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, "The Distorted Lens", at
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/09/fireblossom-friday-distorted-lens.html where we are asked to "write from the point of view of someone who is seeing reality through a distorted lens."
 

Tenderness -- a Poem for Sunday

Tenderness
Definition: (Google search "Tenderness")
noun: tenderness; plural noun: tendernesses

1a. gentleness and kindness.
"he picked her up in his arms with great tenderness"
synonyms: kindness, kindliness, kindheartedness, tenderheartedness, compassion, care, concern, sympathy, humanity, warmth, fatherliness, motherliness, gentleness, benevolence, generosity
"with unexpected tenderness, he told her what had happened"

1b. feelings of deep affection; devotion.
"tenderness for the opposite sex"
synonyms: affection, fondness, love, devotion, loving kindness, emotion, sentiment
"I felt an enormous tenderness for her"

2. sensitivity to pain.
"abdominal tenderness"
synonyms: soreness, pain, inflammation, irritation, bruising; More

Tenderness - Do you know anyone in politics who fits the definition?  Hard to think of one, I know.  In fact I believe politicians cause inflammation, especially if they win and are in office, with lots of power.

Well, lets approach it from another angle - do you know anyone in our government who fits that definition?  You should find a few here.

I'll try to help, what is the mission of the FEMA -- U.S. government agency designed to help folk recover from disaster.  FEMA is to manage our emergencies so the name says. 

But then I knew a very kind young lady who graduated from college and was employed by FEMA, she was the kindest.  I cannot imagine her ever grouching at a client.
 

Child Welfare -- Help and rescue the children from various harms, in and out of the family situation. 

Child Abuse is the most dastardly crime I can ever think of, poor defenseless children don't have a chance.  I didn't and still cannot forgive the abuser, even though he is long deceased.  If I forgot perhaps I would forgive.  One never forgets abuse.
 

I am quoting from an unnamed source, written from a lady who really meant it, it was listed in her list of desires: 

"I desire a kinder, more peaceful world, less divided by things like politics and religion.  I wish we didn't have either one of those things in this world - they are both the root of much suffering and I believe we'd be better off without them, and with more acceptance and tolerance and love."

 
I'm all for the riddance of politics but I believe that God is the author of "Love".  I'll stop there for this post, just as she stopped with the word, "love".


With these lines I'll stop
Do I rant?  Well I should, loud
Get on my high horse
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved 
 - - My Photo is a 'PrintScreen' of Kerry's picture by Blake.  Use her link below

 - I'm linked with  Kerry O'Connor, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Play it Again, Toads! at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/09/play-it-again-toads.html

 - Since we are playing "Play it Again, Toads", I am linked to the blog of my choice, by  grapeling at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Get Listed - September at  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.co.za/2014/09/get-listed-september.html
 - For Play it Again we will be given a list of words from a selection the selector has read.  My list is art, war, attack, fire, capture, neglected, ardor, tactics, energy, alliance, treachery, scheme, tenderness.  I used only one word from Grapling's list, "Tenderness".

 - My 'rant' is using loosely a form of the Haibun. http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/haibun-poems-poetic-form

About Monsters - a Poem

Monster Under My Bed 

 

There's a monster under my bed

That's his home but I never see

He haunts me day and night.  I fear

What will he do, devours the best

 

Monster 'neath my bed has no name

Had he one, it I wouldn't say

Been said he eats small girls alive

Keep quiet, eyes closed, try to sleep

 

There's a monster under my bed

He drives me insane, thoughts of him

How do I know he's really there

My brother told me long ago 

There's a monster down there I know 
Every night, way to end my day 
Mother said my monsters aren't real 
Perhaps they aren't but still I look 
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
- - (Photo is a print screen copy from Kerry's post at the link below)
- I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, A Skyflower Friday: Monsters, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/08/a-skyflower-friday-monsters.html
- Kerry's theme was "Monsters".  She said, "I leave you with the famous words spoken by Iago in Othello:  "O beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meet it feeds on,"  And a music video.."

A Challenge Poem ~~ Dancing

Sitting;
around the room

Sitting here at the dance

Like a church pew my bench

There's more around the room

Three dozen wallflowers 

 

Parked for the night perhaps

Or dance the night away

One never knows the score

Which? Dance or sit the more 

 

Watch the girls make their plays

Watch the tall dark fellow

Smoothly weave two by two

Slow dancing on their clouds

 

Now is my turn we twirl

So light on my feet here

He makes me feel afloat

Why sure, I'll sit with you 

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright © 2013 and 2017 respectively Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 

 - I'm linked with  Susie Clevenger , at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Bits Of Inspiration,  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/08/bits-of-inspiration-keep-dancing.html
 - Her theme was "Dancing"
 - Photos taken on our ship while cruising in 2013 someplace in the Black Sea.  The dancers had boarded while we were stopped a couple of days in Istanbul. http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2013/10/a-random-five-post-020-venice-to-athens.html
 - My favorite dance experience was in 2009 aboard the Queen Mary II dancing with a small Russian lady.  I've blogged of that here: http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2014/11/done-and-dance-for-josies-two-shoes.html

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Saturday Challenge Poem

Close the door;
you're letting the air conditioning out

Close the door, you're letting the air conditioning out

I need someone to talk to. With if you see fit so to do

 

I worry about things that I can't change
Maybe this happens with you as well.  Well? 

 

Not like the price of crude oil from Russia 

But more like escalation all around
 

Or the climate changing  melt the icebergs
Forest fires, drought, flooding right and left  
 

I could go on but what is to be gained 
Time will tell and I won't be here to know

 

It's cooled in here again, thanks for coming

Should I worry, what say you about this?  

      [click on picture to make it larger - click again for larger still]

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.. - This is not me speaking in this poem.  It was directed by my muse who was down.   
 . . . Photo and Poem Copyright © 2016 and 2017, respectively, Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
. - I'm linked with Magaly Guerrero  for the Weekend Mini-Challenge in The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/08/weekend-mini-challenge-out-of-your-own.html  I wrote this one especially for today's posting. It is supposed to be "mini", mine is not exactly that having 163 words. 
. - The animal picture was taken at the Vauxhall City Farm, at Vauxhall, Borough of Lambeth, London, U.K. (visit it here).  For more animals found at our visit you can go here.

 . - Magaly wants us to resurrect a few word from a previous work and write again with them in a new poem.  I picked these beginning two lines for my beginning two here:

"Close the door, you're letting the air conditioning out
I need someone to talk to. With if you see fit so to do"

found here:http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2016/09/adi-is-gone-we-miss-her-poem_16.html