A Poem for the Weekend Mini-challenge

Breakfast 

I love my wife dearly
She doesn't cook me breakfast

My wife doesn't cook
I dearly love my breakfast

My breakfast loves me dearly
I doesn't cook my wife

My cook loves my wife
Me breakfast I dearly doesn't
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Kim Russell in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/11/weekend-mini-challenge-uncertainty-of.html?m=1

- Kim wishes as a Mini-challenge to write patterned on a poem written by a guest lecturer, Wendy Poe, in her class on the uncertainty of a poet.  Read it here, http://frombooksofpoems.blogspot.com/2007/03/uncertainty-of-poet-by-wendy-cope.html?m=1 .  You will see that I could have shown more mix ups  but my story has been told with the four couplets.  Plus I'm writing using my smartphone as my laptop has cratered.
 - Then too I'm readying for my sabbatical and hadn't planned posting for a few weeks.

A Poem for the Weekend Mini Challenge

Maladroit

Maladroit, a fairly big word

for messed up or being clumsy

or the like--you can look it up

Maladroit, a word barely in

my working vocabulary

But it fits my direction goes

You see I hardly know left, right

My sister's that way too she says

that comes with "half dyslexia"

My problem first came to light when

I was marching in the Army

Left right left right your right left right ...

Those starts and turns were bad for me

I'd often hear, "Soldier put a

rock in your right hand." Not much help

And when I'm driving please don't say

"Turn left here," because we'll be through

the intersection way before

I think it out. Say "North or south."

When driving in France harder still

Please dont say to me "gauche et droite."

So now you can know why I wear

my watch on my right wrist. A 'Clunce'

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Kim Russel in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/09/weekend-mini-challenge-maladroit.html?m=1

 - The word, "Clunce".  I made it up,
"a hybrid wird produced when 'dunce' is mated with 'klutz'."
I first used it in another of my blogs, "Ask Dr. Jim (blog)", https://jimmiehov8.blogspot.com/2018/05/wife-knows-she-was-right-husband-thinks.html?m=1

A Poem for the Weekend Mini-Challenge

Grandma's Kitchen;

 things I remember

My Grandma's kitchen

was my safe harbor

A place where I could

be a boy my own

Safe from family males

swearing grandfather

my father learning

to be caring dad

But Grandma found time

time for us to talk

Secrets small, our big

confide safely here

Grandma Cookies were

the best--chocolate chip

Cracker-lined pot held

the best oyster stew

Furnished with blind great

grandfather's organ

iron kitchen stove and

table viewing barn

Cousins aunts uncles

and my grandparents

Holiday feast cooked

our grandpa hollered

"All you kids get in

the woodbox and wait!"

Was Grandpa joking?

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Poem  Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
I am linked with Sherry Blue Sky in the Imaginary Garden hosting the Weekend Mini Challenge at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/09/weekend-mini-challenge-grandmas-kitchen.html?m=1
 - I have 97 words and a title for my Mini Challenge.

A short Poem for the Weekend prompt, Groovy

I was running;

trying to dodge

I was running my paper route

trying to dodge water puddles

If one hit I'd cringe and then try

to do better the next few times

Sis couldn't come with this morning

little bug bit her ear she cried

She wasn't tough like a fellow

my kind--girls are made syrupy 

Syrupy I don't mind one bit

'cause I do like their company

Together we drive down the road

throwing papers 'feeling groovy'  

.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1Reuyu9e_o

Simon & Garfunkel - The 59th Street Bridge Song (1967) (Feelin' Groovy).wmv  

"The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy)"

Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobblestones
Looking for fun and feelin' groovy
Ba da da da da da da, feelin' groovy

Hello, lamppost, what'cha knowin'?
I've come to watch your flowers growin'
Ain't'cha got no rhymes for me?
Doot-in doo-doo, feelin' groovy
Ba da da da da da da, feelin' groovy

I got no deeds to do
No promises to keep
I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me
Life, I love you
All is groovy 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden, she authored the One Word Prompt, "Groovy", at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/09/just-one-word-groovy.html
 - And with Sherry Blue Sky in the Poetry Pantry at http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/09/poetry-pantry-493.html?m=1
 - I wonder how many remember this song?  I do.  But then ...

A Weekend Micro Poem

Like I am;
  with empty parts

Make it better is the cry I hear
Always ever people want to fix
You alone can fill my empty parts

I'm not real perfect in many ways
Looks flawed  browned bruised scratched and missing parts

Listen, my words scratchy voice.  Feel, bumps
over my body them you don't see

Use a Cane, spas pills cream do no good
Ugly mess, you love me like I am
There's no fixing me My hurts you soothe
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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/2019/08/micro-poetry-fill-empty-parts.html?m=1
 - One of Kerry's request was to write a poem using the phrase, with empty parts.  She also asked for no more than ten lines.  I have ten lines and 75 words plus six in the title.
 - I have some of the above situations but not all.  I do have the cane, I am hoping that this impediment to my getting around will only be temporary.  Seems I lose my crutches quite easily, so far I've lost one.

A Poem -- Do I ever win? Yes and No

 
[Picasso sculpture]

Nobody Loses All The Time

and

I don't keep count

The many times I've made the bed

Putting the pillows for your head

Or the few times you've lent a hand

but

Nobody loses all the time

now

I don't keep score

Who is ahead in our game

How many times I cook the meals

or wash the dishes or the clothes

Versus your mowing, paying bills

remember

Nobody loses all the time

and then

I don't, or do I, keep track 

Times there are that you miss the pot 

Don't ask me because there are a lot 

and don't you say "I'm all you've got" 

but if you do 

Nobody loses all the time 

What does it matter 

Your passion puts you way ahead 

Though I'm in love with you always 

So there

We both can win

(and I'm winning right now)

(Haha haha)   

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - Photo is from Karin's prompt post, linked below, from a "Picasso sculpture show at the Museum of Modern Art in New York"
 - I'm linked with Kerry O'Conner for the prompt in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/08/play-it-again-with-old-toads.html

 - and per one of Kerry's Play It Again! with 'Old Toads' listed choices to which I am further linked with an older post I chose, 
" Sunday Mini Challenge with Karin Gustafson, January 16, 2016."

-  I had previously written to this same prompt by Karin on January 16, 2016, about my way of dealing with Tall Ladies, http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2016/01/a-real-poem-truths-where-i-dont-often-go.html
 - Karin mentioned Picasso and E.E. Cummings, Nobody Loses All The Time, Link - https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1628/nobody-loses-all-the-time/ from which I got my title and inspiration for this one.  Mine will not stand up with the one by E.E. Cummings, but then who is keeping score?

- Not keeping  track but my "Mini" poem has 145 words.

An Evening Pastoral Poem -- Weekend Mini-Challenge

Evening Comes; into the 'burbs

Softly. seemingly unneeded

Porch lights turn on as by magic

Heralding evening's gaiety

Briefcases come into the homes

With windows rolled the cars get locked

Remote controls then honk their horns

The dogs go out to do their thing

Water the plants pick some flowers

Back doors are locked mothers have checked

Children play one more game of tag

Always last the fathers check in

Mothers' takeout supers are spread

Hands are washed and dogs are drooling

God is great God is good let us

thank Him for this food. Now Anen

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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Kim Russell in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/07/weekend-mini-challenge-let-evening-come.html?m=1

 - I suggest you visit Kim's post at the link above.   I enjoyed reading her dissertation of the "pastoral poem" before I tried writing here.

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:

 

Another Poem for a Weekend Mini-challenge

Solstice Humbug

Longest day this year

We did not burn do not fear

Needs come every year

Spring chick scratches straw

Time for her to 'fly the coup' 

Scratch for worms it's own

What's the fuss about

Nothing here to be revered

Mark the calendar

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Toni Spencer in the Imaginary Garden at  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/weekend-mini-challenge-summer-solstice.html?m=1 
 - Three Senryū verses, 51 syllables, 55 counting the title.  43 words plus 2 (= 45) with the title. 

A Poem for Weekend Mini-Challenge

Summer Solstice

Yesterday I walked
In the garden I walked
Roses in full bloom
Red and oh so cheery
Oranges set on fine
Golf ball sized already
Hibiscus orange
New blossoms for the day
Bunny rabbits here
Eating grass, small flowers

Yesterday I walked
Along the green belt trails
Tree placed here and there
Give shade for the walkers
The grass finely trimmed
Rabbit food over here
White cranes fish the banks
Food for their young our hope
Bridges weathered look
Turtles 'neath wait for food

Mother Nature's pride
Finished Spring Summer's come
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Toni Spencer in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/weekend-mini-challenge-summer-solstice.html?m=1
 - Mini-poem?  Ninety-four words plus two for the title.  Twenty-two short lines, five and six syllables per line. 

A Random Generated Word Order poem

Student Wisdom

Unsightly things will muscular eye and 
stocky month make.  Scruffy day but 
a glamorous student, look magnificent. Life
with a flabby book, hand chubby stories.
Plain groups question the gorgeous cases.
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Magaly Guerrero in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/weekend-mini-challenge-exquisite-corpse.html?m=1
 - For the Mini-Challenge I have used 33 words including the two for the title.  The title words were NOT in my generated list.  After reading it a few times I chose these two as a summary for the gist of the story.
 - This poem was crafted with the help of List Randomizer, a form that allows users to arrange items in random order.  Magaly supplied the list and the Randomizer rearranged  the words.  As requested, I used in order adjective, noun, verb, adjective, and noun five times from the new list for each line.

 - List Randomizer: "There were 129 items in your list. Here they are in random order:
(Adjectives):
(I used the first five)
shapely
live
unkempt

(Nouns):
(I used all five that I pulled out)

(Verbs):
(I used the first five)
vex
state
behold

(Adjectives):
(I used the first five)
elegant
attractive

(Nouns):
(I used the first five)
coffee

(Unsorted remaining words which I could
have used in order to produce more lines):
slay
fit
fact
arise
cast
beautiful
job
burst
long
dazzling
world
short
bald
quaint
time
feels
link
undulate
word
study
home
fancy
plump
place
night
skinny
drab
problem
people
year
clean

IP: 2601:2c2:600:6837:4f1:a5f2:ee8f:326e
Timestamp: 2019-06-15 18:47:53 UTC"

Flash Writing ~~ a short poem using 55 words

Agnes and I

I name her Agnes

When I, old and cold,

she was my bed friend,

slight, a young virgin

That was what I needed

to keep me warm

and that, I was told

for long cold winters

No objection I had,

new companion

When Dad was young

his girl was called Agnes

King David,

First Kings, 1:1 to 4*

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*Notes:
 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - Photo previously used on this blog and was linked to Real Toads, Sunday Feature featuring Lisa Graham in 2014 and reposted on my other blog in 2016, click here
 - I am linked with Kim Russell in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/03/weekend-mini-challenge-nomenclature.html 
 - Kim wants us to give a name to some one or some thing using poetry
 - This is a "Flash Writing Poem" having exactly 55 words not counting the title,  and with every two lines containing ten syllables, most lines have five. 

 - 1 Kings 1 The Message (MSG) [ https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+Kings+1&version=MSG]
"David
1 1-4 King David grew old. The years had caught up with him. Even though they piled blankets on him, he couldn’t keep warm. So his servants said to him, “We’re going to get a young virgin for our master the king to be at his side and look after him; she’ll get in bed with you and arouse our master the king.” So they searched the country of Israel for the most ravishing girl they could find; they found Abishag the Shunammite and brought her to the king. The girl was stunningly beautiful; she stayed at his side and looked after the king, but the king did not have sex with her.

a 'Poem' -- Ride the Reading with Homograph words -- Weekend Mini-callenge

Ride the Reading

Today I ride the Reading

It'll not be very long

when I finish reading and

have my cuppa sugared tea

Then it's fine Cuban cigar

Room for me in smoking room

and contemplate my number

for illicit cigar's fine  

Sleep there dreaming while all the

time my feet become number

Oh how sorely they'll long for a

pair of soft and warm slippers

Cigar burned and feet will crash

Crash course for me, "Paying fine" 

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Homograph list: [words spelled the same with different meaning(s)]
•Reading - British Rail line OR obtaining information from written words
•room - space available OR a walled division in a home or other building
•fine – of good quality OR a levy
•number – numerical value OR more numb
•long - large distance OR desire or lust after

 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved  (photos are PrintScreen copied from Wikipedia map of Reading, U.K. and surrounding -- click on it for a little larger view)
 - I'm linked with Magaly Guerrero in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/03/weekend-mini-challenge-homographic-fun.html 
 - Besides using at least one Homograph word this is The Weekend Mini-challenge time where we are to conserve word usage.  Less than 100 or exactly 55 Words are ideal for criteria here. 
 - My word count is 75 including the title.  My Syllabic Form is for using entirely seven-syllable lines, fourteen of them.  It might be a Sonnet.
 - UMASS Boston English Professor and Fresh Air Music critic Lloyd Schwartz says that from the sonnet's beginnings in the13th century, there was no single form: Dante, Petrarch, Shakespeare and Spenser all wrote different types.  Schwartz says the word literally means "a little song or a little sound."

another June Bug poem for the Weekend

 

June Bug I found

 

On one of my hybrid roses

Grew a green bug, in fact many

I asked around they all knew not

What nature of beast I had found

 

Some suggested I boil a few

Recommended this hot oil fad

Salt and pepper roast until brown

Scarf down like maggots on a fork

 

Down the hatch chased with sip of Coke

When the stomach rebels fake it

Soda cracker saltines will do

Next time pull the heads don't eat them

 

There will be no next time for me

Trusty sprayer bid "fly away"

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006 and 2018, All Rights Reserved 
   [photos originated with my SIL's father, posted on my blog 2006 ]
   [http://jimmiehov3.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-june-bug-no-its-red-october-bug.html ]

 - I'm linked with  Kim Russell at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/05/weekend-mini-challenge-insects-and-bugs.html for the Weekend Mini Challenge: Insects and Bugs

 - Kim has retired and is helping kids learn to read better and love it better.  She's having them read up on Insects and Bugs right now, perhaps she or one of the kids can identify these bugs for us.  We didn't really eat any of the bugs picture though they had attacked my Son-in-Law's father's roses. 

 - A part of my June Bug (not) collection, http://jimmiehov3.blogspot.com/search/label/June%20Bug

We cratered - Heroic couplet form

We cried together  
.
We saw it coming, proverbial mile
Fate had dealt us dirty, sardonic smile

We cried together, that long fated night
Why did you shed those tears, why did we cry  

 

And when we cratered, it all fell apart

So now we're saying goodbyes, saddened hearts

Our love has gone away, no telling where

Not meant to be, can't return, we don't care

 

We had some good times, but they didn't last

You can text, I'll reply, we're in the past

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Picture, Poem Copyright 2014, 2018, © Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 - 2014 Photo, http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2014/07/blog-post_19.html
 - I am linked with Kim Russell  at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Weekend Mini Challenge: The Heroic Couplet, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/03/weekend-mini-challenge-heroic-couplet.html 
 - Kim had been looking at new-to-her forms, the Heroic Couplet was it. 
(Linked above, go see)
 - I am also linked with Sanaa Rizvi at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform  ( http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/03/the-tuesday-platform_27.html?m=1 )