Poem -- Acrostic

S W A L L O W   S C R E A M S; 
  f o r   D I N N E R  

"Swallow", word I hated to hear
Word meant for me to drink
Always evening dinner they would come
Liquid so thick my tonsils would stick
Laying there oozy back of my throat
Lolloping stuck like a drunken truck
Waiting but that Swallow coming not

Screams in the night dreams keep me awake
Cry out I could not no one to hear
Remembering song they wished to hear
Each note sticking to a brain cell
Again and again, over over
My sobs holding back as if I dare
Silenced by my fear though not afraid

for at the brink at night I dared not
only noise I made tears hitting the floor
red with blood from twisted bleeding ears

Dying my wish, that comes other day  
Instead it's 'Swallow some more' 'til then  
Nobody cares get rid of the junk
Next day no matter same o' same o' *
Each day I live to Swallow better
Remarkably I never do puke

A few South American Critters:
[click photo for larger views]

 

[from an excursion on our 'Around South America' cruise]

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
  - I'm linked with Magaly Guerrero at Weekly Scribblings # 33, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/08/weekly-scribblings-33-swallow-screams.html?m=1
 - Magaly wants us to include the words, "Swallow screams for dinner" in our work.
 * https://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/same+o+%27+same+o+%27

Clouds -- a Weekend Mini Challenge Poem

Be aware clouds influence 

White and fluffy sunshine filled

Calming effect makes us smile

Dark clouds roll over our heads

Lightening strikes down seers our earth

Threatening eminence brings gloom

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Magaly Guerrero in the Imaginary Garden at  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/07/weekend-mini-challenge-pick-2-prompts.html?m=1

 - Magaly has introduced a short poem form which I am trying here:
"Cherita: “the Malay word for story or tale… consists of a single stanza of a one-line verse, followed by a two-line verse, and then finishing with a three-line verse.” ~ CHERITA [1--2--3]"
 - Magaly also wants to merge two prompts.  I used Clouds, a Natural Phenomen from Kerry Says - Let's Include Pathetic Fallacy, May 21, 2014 and then Influence (verb-have an influence on), Under an Influence; Anxiety Lost In Translation; Blocking Writer's Block- Weekend Mini!, March 19, 2016, linked to a source for these words, visible by clicking on the URL words  in Italics above.
 - Magaly's example:

 

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.

this year's last Tuesday Poem

MERRY CHRISTMAS and

HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!

 

 

Together

O the things I might have done

The places I might have gone

Then that day you came along

Since, what I've done where I've gone

We did, we went, not alone

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018 (top), 2016 (bottom two) and 2018 (poem), All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Pat, aka willow-switches, at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/12/tuesdays-last-platform-of-2018-all.html?m=1

NaPoWriMo 2018-26 -- Day 26

    The World Traveler

 

Oh yes, he had a list alright

He has a list for everything

One we want to discuss tonight

Will be about his bucket thing

 

He makes shopping lists every week

To Do his favorite, adds each day  

Ask, they vary, one is so bleak

Sad, his bucket list doesn't weigh

 

Completely empty as they say  

Used to be so full, heavy stuff

China, Moscow, Alaska quay

All States, Europe, Panama slough

 

South and Central America

Falklands with penguins tall

Holy Lands, Turkey, Africa
Places to go, he'd seen them all

 

Australia too, age took its toll

One place he wanted so dearly 

Antarctica, touch the South Pole  

Too old for trip, old man, sorry  

       [From our trip around South America,
          we stopped to visit the penguins
              in the Falkland Islands]
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Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2017 (post link) and 2018, All Rights Reserved 

 I'm linked with Isadora Gruye at  at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/04/a-list-with-twist.html
And also with the NaPoWriMo for Day 26 Poem at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-six-4/



a Poem for "Out of Standard" writing

 

Iba saw

 

Iba saw the Light

It was coming down

Down the road to here

Iba was thinking

 

What was she to do

Take care of herself

Alone pondering

Getting lighter now

 

Drying blood red peas

Lay beside the road

Scattered, strange pervert

She dare not step there

 

Iba made her choice

Dash into the trees

Forest's kind cover

Shoes stuck in red muck

 

Where was Nature's aid

Light, trees, red pea muck

Rescue might be one

There was nothing else

 

The light came nearer

Iba grabbed her shoes

Ran back, where she'd been

Light coming faster

 

What soon would she know

Driver smiled, nodded 

Swept her up and gone

Pursued by armed men

 

Rover lights went dim 

Into the forest

Through the red pea muck

Now saved by the Light

 

 

Me, beside our Rover -- -- -- Amy, our driver

[click on picture for larger view, click again for largest]

 - You might ask, "where is the forest?"  We didn't see a forest in the Falkland Islands although we did have to drive two hours through this pasture/mucky bog to get to the Penguin Preserve.  Amy's Rover is a 2000 with 57,000 miles.  There isn't any place far on those islands.  Her mom got a new one and this is her old one she gave to Amy.  
 - Amy contract drives with the tour companies.  When an RV gets stuck it is said to be bogged.  Properly bogged if it has to be towed out like this one is being.  The driver was Amy's brother.  Amy is a good driver, she didn't get us stuck.
 - We were on a Princess Cruise, from Los Angels to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, from last December 4 to January 4, 2017.   Pictures here were posted on my other blog (link) from our cruise ship, The Pacific Princess (link)

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 - Poem and Falkland Island pictures Copyright, © 2017 and 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - Top Photo is my "Print Screen" copied from Isadora's post referenced and linked immediately below

- 1)  I am linked with Isadora Gruye at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Out of Standard -- Photo Finish, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/05/out-of-standard-photo-finish.html  
  - 2) We were instructed to write as we were "inspired" by the picture and use the unrelated words she has written below the picture of our choice.  I chose the one here, at the beginning of my post.  the words were, "self, care, wasabi, peas."  Wasabi wasn't in my dictionary so I treated it as a nonsense word.  My first two words, "Iba saw", also the title,  consist of Wasabi spelled backwards.
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a poem for Tuesday Platform

Mother May I?  

 

Mother, may I?  May I play with Johnny today?

I'd rather you stay with us still, until that day

That day will come when you are just a bit older

Some more training you need, like when should you come home

 

Predators await your romp, beware leopard seal*

You've survived the skua*, one nasty bird lurking

That seal will try to run you down while you're fishing

There's a lot more to learn, my son, before you stray

 

This was Penguin talk, my John, but the same lessons

they learn will of sorts be yours to master.  Play safe 

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Picture and Poem Copyright, Ó Jimmiehov 2017, All Rights Reserved
 
- I'm linking to Marian's host post at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads,

http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-tuesday-platform_10.html

Tuesday Platform is a 'free write' day, you can read others' works at this link

 

*Notes:

 - 1.  We are back home now, after a 31 day Princess cruise from L.A. to Rio deJaneiro.  We saw these Penguins and many more at a reserve, in a farmer's pasture by the sea, in the Falkland Islands.  I'm posting for a while some pictures as I go, both here and in my other blog, Jim's Little Blog.  I invite you to peek in now and then.

 - 2. The skua is a natural predator pestering the Penguins by eating both their eggs and their young offspring.  The leopard seal attacks them when they go into the water to find their food.  You can read about and see pictures of the skua here.

 

Sailor prompted poem --

A Happy Sailor's Girl

A sailor's girl in every port
That is what the old maxim states
That fellow I've always envied 
(Is it flip-flopped now, fem-days' call?)

For moi I've one girl at each port
Travels with me where e're I go
Even to earth's chilly bottom
Side by side we feed the Penguins

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 - Side Picture and Poem Copyright, Ó Jimmiehov 2017, All Rights Reserved
 
- I'm linking to Kerry O'Connor's post, "Play it Again" at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/01/play-it-again.html.  One of the options was to write a "Flash 55" poem (has 55 words -- this one has with the title).
 
- Cute WWII era Photo below from "Fireblossom Friday" at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/01/fireblossom-friday-escape-to-past.html

Notes: 
 - 1. We have just finished a 31 day Princess cruise, from L.A. to Rio de Janeiro, from December 4 to January 4.  One of our stops was at the Falkland Islands to visit the Penguins.  No, we were not allowed to feed them but we were able to be VERY close.  You can read more about this fun cruise as my writing progresses through the next few months at "Jim's Little Blog", http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search/label/2016%20South%20America 
 - 2. I ask forgiveness for all who have read my few posts while cruising and then OF COURSE the time elapsed for returning your nice comments.  Thank you all.
 - 3. One more thing, Mrs. Jim had an unmentionable numbered birthday on January 1st.  The table waiters and I all sang the birthday song to her. (I did not forget to get her a card before we left to open that day--I haven't forgotten in all the 44 years we have been married.)

 - 4. You probably already knew that Penguin couples stay together for life most times.  Each time for babies, they take turns sitting on the egg (not really a nest, just on the ground).  They also share feeding and watching. 

When one goes to eat, by catching a fish along the shore, the other is always on the job minding family matters.  Mrs. Jim's and my marriage has pretty well been like.  Most times I do my own clothes washing, most times do the vacuuming, and often prepare meals.  Mine are the man kind, hot dogs, a nice deli sandwich, etc.

Tuesday Platform prose poem (?) for you

A New Year

 

When "they" asked me reflect on humanity as an elder sees I had no ready answer.

 

Mostly my 'humanity' is relegated to moi.  I know for sure that isn't what 'they' wanted me to tell.

 

So I looked around, from toddlers to those even older than I, those I figure would represent humanity for me to see.

 

The younger set argued a lot, over small things, large in size.  Like who could have the toy with which they all wished to play.

 

I'd find a happier note, perhaps coming from those in their teens.  They smooched a lot, talked of silly matters, but argued not.  I wish they could be more serious.

 

College ages seemed a selfish lot, with protests and student riots at every turn.  Mostly they want things that help them, for free.  Like free college tuition, free room and board, free meals, lodging, and clothing.  They are, though, conscious of rights of others and will willingly protest for those as well.

 

Upper the ladder of ages I searched, the young adult set.  Not many married now, like in my earlier days.  And those who were were saving up for childern's care, those not yet born.

 

Middle age was a big surprise, not like mine at all.  Raunchy in my view, partner swapping, even married.  Or living beyound their means, bankruptcy seemed no big thing.  When they did have children, the kids were atrocious, rather like those youngster who faught over toys I had mentioned before.

 

A ripened age found the folk to be of a more serious age.  Very opinoniated, mosty about the problems of the world.  Not that they could change things one bit, they are another of a "silent majority" as the will vote on any and every item that comes us.

 

The elderly, well we mostly want to be able to be living in the morning when we wake up and wish well for our families.  Maybe chocolate every day.  And a way to get out of the house when we wish, travel and do the things of the nature which we've become accustomed.
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Picture and Poem Copyright, Ó Jimmiehov 2017, All Rights Reserved

I'm linking with  By Kerry O'Conner at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-tuesday-platform.html

It's a little loose on the writing, just barely proofread, as I'm paying for Internet by the minute tonight.  Hope that will be okay for just this one more time.
Thank you Kerry, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
p.s. I am unavailable to return comments but I'd love to have yours.