A Story Poem for Monday

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Ruins of a castle, 

the ghosts of times long past 

They'll haunt you going in 

their ancestors will growl 

And it'll be sad there 

You'll wish you hadn't gone 

I was in there one time  

sickened by what I found 

Mummified in his chair 

Uncle Nick bound in chains 

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Jailed man picture: Nicolas Fouquet and replica prison cell in the

Vaux-le-Vicomte Castle cellar.  (click on picture to enlarge) 

My photo, 2009.  Read about it,

Click here 

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- Photo and Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2011 and 2019, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Sherry Blue Sky in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/09/wordy-monday-with-wild-woman-castle.html?m=1

A Poem for 'Wordy Weekend'

There's water in my glass
A tall clear glass brim full
The water's clear as well
But not clear yesterday

There's water in my glass
Yesterday the pipe leaked 
The water was rusty 
and tasted bad not fit

Not fit for pigs to drink 
Today all was okay 
What about tomorrow 
No one knows our next day 

It might be fine again 
Broken pipe the worst case 
Treat the rust as warning 
No water is the end 
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 - Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2019
 - I am linked with Sherry Blue Sky at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/08/wordy-weekend-mini-challege-messages-in.html?m=1

 - I have 77 words based on the one word theme/prompt, "water".

 - Note:  This is only an allegory  your pick of what it be for.  For sure in real life actual water absence we have alternatives.  Call a plumber or buy bottled water for fixes.  I could have carried things further but here I wanted the lack of to be final.

 - Also, today in the U.S. is National Fajita Day.  I heard a weak, really horrid, Fajita joke.  If you have heard a better one you could leave it in comment.  Google might help us?

A Wordy Thursday Poem

What Am I?  
 I'm confused

[click on picture one or two times for larger viewing]

It's a confusing world
Am I male or female

No one knows this for sure
My plumbing may be wrong

Ambivalent feelings
They really do not care

 

So I'll go it alone
I want to be a girl
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2009 and 2019 respectively,  All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Sherry Blue Sky in the Imaginary Garden at  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/wordy-thursday-with-wild-woman-being.html?m=1
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 - I have 43 Words counting four for the title today for Sherry.

Birds, Fish, and their sharing - a Poem

It was early afternoon, by the pool

Mr. Fish and Ms. Bird , sitting, talking

Of the cares of the world a few they shared

'Twas a good starting place nightfall would close

Foremost on their wee minds was "Climate Change,"

Bird most concerned about rising oceans

Fish gloated for all the water for him

Inseparable? Neither looked beyond self

Conversation soon turned to family

She a nest in waiting little ones soon

He young and untried.  Share one another

and their love life of which care had no song  

Silence surrounded, forbidden for them

they of different kinds, fish and fowl don't match

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi  in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/03/get-listed-late-march-edition.html 
 - Sanaa had a word list, twenty words of which we would use at least three which I used four.  You can see the list at the link above, they are underlined in my writing [afternoon, inseparable, care, forbidden].
 - To read MORE about the fish and the fowl, click and read here.

A sad Poem -- for thinking

For us; 
  bad stewards of God's world 

Today I died
I died amongst the elephants
Dead ones and those who soon will die
Martyrs for man rich men who buy
Ivory trinkets adorn their bods

Today I died
I died amongst the living trees
Soon I'll  become a plank or spire
'Tree who lifted her arms to pray'
I'm 'renewable' won't be me

Today I died
Drop of oil amongst other drops
Died among barrels and barrels
'I'm here today gone tomorrow'
Generations away may mourn 

Today I died 
I died amongst the rubble piles 
Rubble piles of used throwaways 
Organic and inorganic 
Served humanity then I died 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Sherry Blue Sky in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/09/wordy-thursday-with-wild-woman-earth.html?m=1