A Prose Piece for Yesr's End ~~ in Tribute to Susan

Year End Tasks;
   they just come along

Creators of the masters 
close their year just as our 
writers here accomplish that 
unavoidable event. 

Even me, an amateur, 
"comme une tâche amateur." Or 
as I used to could show off that 
I did not put my pants on leg at 
a time. I would jump into 
them with both feet performing 
the same task simultaneously. 

So what to do that must be 
done? It is told that "paying 
taxes and having babies are 
unavoidable tasks."  Better do the 
first, let those, you know what, 
do the other. 

And you know what? I'll write 
a little ditty and put it with the 
others' poems. And I could 
stand some "resolutions" 
this year. Like clean out my 
office/studio, wash the car, and 
kiss my spouse more often. 

She's a dandy. Or there be 
something else could be done, 
nice but not required of us.

How will your year end?
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am writing for Susan, her last week in charge at the 

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Year's End

 http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/12/poets-united-midweek-motif-years-end.html?m=1

A Music Inspired Poem for Marian ~~ a Tribute to her

Sweet Love; 
  save me

"Your sweet love is gonna save me" *
I been runnin' wild with the boys 
Trouble has been my middle name 
Jails don't fix me, out I'm the same 

Your sweet love is gonna save me 
Been runnin' wild, whiskey and gin 
That's no help, I get wilder still 
Jails don't fix me, out I'm the same 

Your sweet love is gonna save me 
Tame me good, I need your lovin' 
Let us try, one sweet kiss goes far 
Jails don't fix me, out I'm the same 

Your sweet love is gonna save me 
Slow me down and please take me home 
Spend some time I'll make us coffee 
Jails don't fix me, but your love can 

Your sweet love can save me tonight 
One kiss from you can make me tame 
Please get to know me, I'm alright 
We'll go slow, your sweet love save me 
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  - * Note:  First line taken from the Eagle song, "Take It Easy", see lyrics below
 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/12/western-stars.html?m=1

 - This will be the last poem written here for Marian using her music prompt at the Imaginary Garden as it is slated to close to new posts on December, 31.
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"Take It Easy"
Eagles Lyrics, 1972
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/eagles/takeiteasy-1972.html

Well, I'm a-running down the road
Tryin' to loosen my load
I've got seven women on my mind
Four that wanna own me
Two that wanna stone me
One says she's a friend of mine

Take it easy, take it easy
Don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy
Lighten up while you still can
Don't even try to understand
Just find a place to make your stand
And take it easy

Well, I'm a-standing on a corner
In Winslow, Arizona
Such a fine sight to see
It's a girl, my Lord
In a flat-bed Ford
Slowin' down to take a look at me

Come on, baby
Don't say "Maybe"
I gotta know
If your sweet love
Is gonna save me
We may lose and we may win
Though we will never be here again
So open up, I'm climbin' in
So take it easy

Well, I'm running down the road
Trying to loosen my load
Got a world of trouble on my mind
Lookin' for a lover
Who won't blow my cover
She's so hard to find

Take it easy, take it easy
Don't let the sound of your own wheels make you crazy
Come on, baby
Don't say "Maybe"
I gotta know
If your sweet love
Is gonna save me

Oh we got it easy
We oughta take it easy

Adios

Thank you, pantry prompter, 
for writing this reminder, may we 
never forget the bravery of Rosa 
Parks. Love your illustration, 
she makes me feel young and happy. 

TODAY I START MY SABATICAL 
TO END JANUARY 12, 2020 
(love the ring of those numerals, 
my hope is to live that year long). 

Also, I may sneak 
out a dity or few when 
my Warden isn't looking. 

Bye Bye, wish me a BON VOYAGE,  
 _ _ _  

 - Like most blog writers I appreciate comments and critiques from my readers.  
 - Very likely though my warden, a cousin to my muse, will not allow me to return your comments.  Even so I am planning to read a lot of yours. 

 - I am linked with Magaly Guerrero in the Pantry of Poetry and Prose with Poets United, https://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/12/pantry-of-poetry-and-prose-6.html?m=1 

 - You can read Magaly's tribute to Ms. Parks at the link above. 

A List Poem

Ordeal 

She would groan
at the slightest touch
At the verge
of a mere esthesis 
she would plunge 
into hysterics

You would think 
she must be 
in the back seat 
of the car with 
her beau  
But no, it was 
only an 
onyx colored caterpillar 
with stick-like feet 
crossing her toe 

Her doctor dug deep 
into his satchel bag 
Voila!!
a vial of risperidone  
After her first dosage 
a shot in the arm 
she went wild 
   a feeling 
she had never known 

"Doctor  doctor", she cried 
in a loud Eagle-tone, *
"I  think we're gonna crash."  Which she promptly did 
taking the doctor along   

The next morning 
she was groaning still 
the warden was pulling 
her from the heap 
and the Doctor was 
still hanging on 

Bad medicine 
Bad Doctor 

* Note:  The woman's cry in the Eagle's classic rock song, "Life in the Fast Lane."  Those Lyrics here, https://genius.com/Eagles-life-in-the-fast-lane-lyrics
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/11/get-listed-with-mystery-guest.html?m=1 

 - At the link above Kerry has given us a list of thirteen words (onyx,  groan, lemon, sticks, elocution, shelves, cinnamon, Twix, risperidone, Nyx-door, warden, plunge, esthesis)

 with a request to use them in a poem.  I have used seven. 

Poem ~~ Water Saving

Today is World Water Monitoring Day !! 

  [Large picture] [extra large]

Vigilance;

  water care

Water water it's our friend

sustainer our make up

Came from God there is no more

For our use we drink we wash

We travel we recreate

From its force power and light

Watch, care, apportion we must

Blessed resource there's no more

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- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2009 and 2019 respectively, All Rights Reserved [Photo original link:  http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-lovely-weather-six-word-saturday.html ]
- I'm linked with Susan at Poets United, Midweek Motif, Vigilance, http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/09/poets-united-midweek-motif-vigilance.html?m=1

Poem for a shelter experience

There is this hole;
  buried alive

It's Goodbye, time for me to go
Didn't expect it, be this way
All I have is gone, not this hole
Things have piled on me, can't get out

I really dont want, getting out
Family dead to me, took my dog
There's no flowers left, garden's brown
Things are bad, all I had is gone

Can't write any more, you won't read
My pencil is dull, water's scarce
Junk, junk, all is junk, overhead
This is my Goodbye, 'less you dig

But in my head, I will compose
Poems and letters, they'll abide

p.s. you can wait, see if I ...
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Izadore Gruye in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/09/out-of-standard-gimme-fallout-shelter.html?m=1

A Poem for Wild Friday

In my eyes he matches the gods

In my eyes he matches the gods, that man who
sits there facing you—any man whatever—
listening from close by to the sweetness of your
voice as you talk, the

sweetness of your laughter: yes, that—I swear it—
sets the heart to shaking inside my breast, since
once I look at you for a moment, I can't
speak any longer,

but my tongue breaks down, and then all at once a
subtle fire races inside my skin, my
eyes can't see a thing and a whirring whistle
thrums at my hearing,

cold sweat covers me and a trembling takes
a hold of me all over: I'm greener than the
grass is and appear to myself to be little
short of dying.

But all must be endured, since even a poor
sweet thing like me can no longer be near though
without submitting and succumbing the temptation
But just a touch

only one touch when he's not looking on that
bulging bicep so there I've crossed the line
will he know  Know the way my heart is fluttering
Does he know 

like the humming bird wings and there's a
smile creeping across his brow going down
to his masculine accepting lips  Which are
quivering too out of control

waiting for me make a show of my timid desire
which I will honor with my regrets and distress
I uncross my spineless legs and run, run run
and not look back

not one glance—his end
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Sanaa Rizvi, Wild Friday at Poets United, http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/09/wild-friday-at-poets-united.html?m=1
 - Sanaa wants us to go wild with our version, an attempt to finish this unfinished poem.  The first four verses and the first line of the fifth were written by the ancient female author of Homer's era, Sappho, but she or our ancient poem keepers stopped there.
 - Others' versions are linked by our fellow writers at the link above.
 - What cha yua think?

A short poem for "Get Listed"

avant-garde

the couple tried to be the latest
avant-garde in every way they could

assumptions were made clean it would be
affordable audacious combined

absence of malice their sole virtue
risqué aberration to their shame

a million sold clamor never stilled
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved

 - I am linked with Helen in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/09/guest-listed-with-helen-dehner.html?m=1 

 - Helen is playing the Toads' game of "Get Listed" where we are to write, using at least three (3) of the list of words which she prepared. 
 - There is no prize, no winner for this game.  Write very well and your kudos will give you a thrill.  I used nine of her words which I marked with "xx"s" and think my poem might be soso.

The word list, 
Aberration xx
Absence xx
Assumption xx
Audacious xx
Avant-garde xx
Bedrock
Clamor xx
Consensus
Enmeshed
Exile
Risqué xx
Sacrifice
Shame xx
Toxic
Trauma
Virtue xx 

A Poem for one word - 'Halved'

Sharecropper

The old share cropper
  worked so very hard
With family to feed
  he must be frugal

Cost of seed was shared
  Harvest of grain matched
each two kernels grown
  his landlord got one

Bales of hay that way
  all the harvest halved
Even the garden
  veggies some for each

Where they differed, how
  the proceeds were used
Landlord sold for cash
  Farmer fed to stock

Livestock to sell save
  some for family food
Roosters Sunday meal
  Hens' eggs eat and sell

Save money not used
  To buy his own farm
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/08/just-one-word-halved.html?m=1

Poem for a Thursday Challenge (everybody gonna shine)

My Music Love 

My music love is not the kind

of today.  Rather much older

Rolling Stones and Beatles I find

Oldies radio played bolder

Youth to thirty-five jive to beat 

Video goes with--they have need

Eagles, Janis Joplin, my treat 
Our marriage, a "Proud Mary" theme 

 _ _ _

"(We)* thumbed that diesel down

Me and Bobby McGee..."

into New Orleans town

We'll shine you wait and see 

*(note) Janis and me

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/08/juice.html?m=1
 - Go to the link above to see how YOU would be inspired by Queen Lizzy and her modern song.  You might SING along

Trinket -- an Acrostic Poem

Trinket 

Trinket of mine you are
Right from the very start 

I knew you'd be for me 
No one finer I'd see 

Keeping score these ten years 
Every day calmed my fears 

Trinket to me you are 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
  - I'm linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/07/just-one-word-trinket.html?m=1
 - Update Noon, July 14.  YOU were correct if you sensed trouble with the last two lines. That part is NOT us, Mrs. Jim and I have been married 46 years since last February.  47th honeymoon this Fall?

Mini Challenge Portraiture Poem

Those Hippie Days

It's been a long time ago now

Way back early seventies

Looking the part, a hippie queen

Pert, smart and smiles pretty too

Knew her before we met, her type

Rode a bike she traveled light

At the foot of the stairs to wait

Parked her bike and yellow dog

Barefoot, cutoff jeans, straggly hair

Looked the part this Hippie queen

I don't remember who sat first

Empty seat between, back row

Differential Equations class

Back there she read History

I learned my Calculus so so

Smart girl she got A's in both

We chummed now and then pleasant girl

Our end at semester's end

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - Photo from the Real Toads, Sunday Feature featuring Lisa Graham
 - I'm linked with Kim Russell in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/05/weekend-mini-challenge-portraiture.html?m=1
 - 105 words, nine couplets, 135 syllables - kinda mini

She loves me, she loves me not, she lo ...

Apart; love ingredient
here lingering

Apart in a world of togetherness

You're apart I'm apart Why couldn't we

Yes why couldn't we make togetherness

We both know it's lonesome out there apart

Count the ways and let us vote our choice

First and foremost is marriage Number One

Ingredients are love trust devotion

True love is the tricky one It just comes

 

Second in my book comes a shacking up

No strings attached just watch our P's and Q's

Helps to be true and devoted by both

And when there's love then why not a marriage

Two's wishy washy, there's a Thee  

We could play 'house' you're the wife me husband

Later it might be mommy and daddy

There could be a junior come any time

When the 'house' becomes a home vote again

Not apart never been I vote marriage

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019
 - I am linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/05/just-one-word-apart.html?m=1

Gardner's Delight -- A Poem for the Month of May

Add Roses Red

 

Roses Red, you have finally come

Pruned somewhat late that's all our fault

Inconvenience we're sorry

Sorry but not disappointed

Your blossoms so bright fair and Red

Welcome bait for any lass' hair

Bring my love a dozen plus two

She'll reward your valiant display

Summer's near, May's departing fast

Rose food desert early for you

And water each day keep you moist

Garden would seem bare with you gone

 

You pretty girls so dear to us

Proper kiss but for prickly stems

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved

 - I am answering the prompt of Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/05/such-were-syllables-that-possessed-may.html

 [click on any picture for larger view
click again for better detail]
[this is our back yard, Roses Red are
against the right wall, sisters are at
left of this picture, cousins in middle]

 [the left corner of the garden, the Louisiana Iris in

the middle here bloomed early, since we did not

have a freeze the orange Hibiscus left in the middle

picture have been blooming since February.]

 

When lovers and nice things are gone

The Dystopian Tarot, The Lovers
Kerry O'Connor

https://kerryoconnorsother.blogspot.com/ 

Back to square one;
a Dystopian poem 

Technology's losing it today

Planes are falling from the sky

It's big dishes are on the ground

Removing you and me comes next

What we'll have left is innocent child

Eyes wide open and wondering of things

Things that were, we had it so good

Now everything has come to Glum

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked to Kerry O'Connor  in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/05/art-flash.html?m=1
  - Kerry has left a piece of her Dystopian art on her blog for you to see.   It is also supposed to be inspiration for our writing.
 - Flash Writing traditionally has 55 Words as does this one not counting the title words. 
  - SQUINT your eyes and in the PICTURE you can see the innocent little girl shining through as being in the background.

Country School Days

At the Corner

 

Today he was first there at the corner

Ready for school, he would wait for the girls

Soon they would be coming, most often they'd

be at the corner first waiting for him.

The three of them would exchange their greetings

and tell just a little bit of their life

Bits and pieces in place they would grow up

More than just buddy buddy they were chums

Nothing romantic, those thoughts never told

Teens a bit naïve to grownup's fun ways

didn't keep them from school kids' pillow talk

A little here and there monkey business

Puzzled by biological urges

All staying low, a mystery to them

Exploration away from the classroom

None of that this morning, school business waits

They were in different grades, still bosom friends

Older girl tenth grade, little sister eighth

Him the middle at nine, shared the class room

Teacher's a dunce they thought, she wore no bra

That's country school back then, the upper grades

One room for them, seven, eight, nine, and ten

Three kids in top three grades, two in seventh

Barn held six horses, these three and three more

Though no romance their crushes filled the air

His for two girls who rode with him plus one

The other two were laying bids for him

But he loved his horse more than those girls

After class the horses pulled at the reins

Fine oats were waiting, they tried to hurry

Teens were in no haste, made their horses plod

Plan for the morrow, part at the corner

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved

 - (Photo is my ScreenPrint of #2 of nine supplied by Margaret at the link below.  She discovered her pictures while antique shopping and posted nine for inspiration for us to write.)

 - I'm linked with Margaret in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/03/artistic-interpretations-with-margaret.html 

 - Note:  I have seen copies of the picture I used before but I have no idea where.  I suppose the artist was in the nineteenth century and sold copy rights for not much.  I probably would buy one if it were available for a reasonable price.

One Challenge "Poem" and One "Pi Day" poem

(another) Three Bears Tale

Mama Bear, Papa Bear, 

and Baby Bear 

they went out for a walk 

Baby came back 

She sneaked a cookie and 

bottle of gin 

Do bears really drink and 

smoke cigarettes 

Age old question remains 

Mama returned 

Papa stopped at the store 

for some cigars 

Baby was drunk 

They hadn't planned on this 

Proof "stuff happens" 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked with Fire Blossom, a.k.a Shay, in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/03/fireblossom-friday-ask-question.html?m=1 
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My annual Pi Day poem,

Circumference say 
2 pie r square 
but Mine r round 

(Please remember that I have a Math Minor)

Gormless Corky; 

neighborhood kid 

There was a young lad who was slow of wit 

His name was Corky, a sweet young fellow 

The other children were his living dread

They chided the poor boy mercilessly

Called him names, made ugly faces and signs

The teachers loved him, gave special effort

That made it worse for Corky with other kids

They called him teacher's pet right to his face

Another name they learned, it was "gormless"

Cruel to mouth, meant stupid, dull, or clumsy

Corky's alright now, terminal illness

Took its toll and Angels watch over him

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  - Photo and Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved  

  - I'm linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/03/just-one-word-gormless.html?m=1  

  - "Gormless" is a word, the meaning is as said here in the next to last stanza.  Google it to see more, origin, etc."