Thursday, February 21, 2019

A Dog followed by a mangy three

Three poems following a dog, 
up and down hills traversing city streets
And if they can't keep the pace 
there will come a kick in the rear 
by giant goose to speed them up

So here are the actors for you
Each a poem in itself
Written on their wheely chests

This poem is a taxicab gaily flying colors 
Color her red for the city snobs
Or yellow for the old and feeble
Green for the purists 
who won't waste a dime, a tree, 
or even a rabbit's foot and some who 
just plain don't like the walk

This poem is a minibus 
hobnobbing for fares of the day
Every morning comes the preacher's wife
riding while the pastor runs
She'll say a prayer for you or cuss you out
which ever her spirit calls
Sitting beside her are six school teachers
who'll argue you blind while you 
sharpen your pencil and think 
The wrestling team is skipping school 
so meet them at the park  

This poem is a cargo truck trying 
to show some pizzazz while at work
The truck chugs along driven by a 
nincompoop who can't count to ten 
Unless its money for then he'll pinch every 
penny making sure you've paid him right 
Today it's sows to market and tomorrow 
a wedding party who's renewing their vows 
Turns out the sows do vows and ladies do market 
They all ride home together, oh what a smell 

The taxicab and the minibus and the cargo truck too
They all get speeding tickets and arrested 
for overload -- the nincompoop pays 
out of his burning pockets 
Dah 
The pastor's wife cries while 
the wedding party pours champagne 
even then the taxicab digs out 
the purple flags 

Purists cry and pet the dog 
in the park 

   [click on the picture for large size viewing]
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Sherry Blue Sky in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/02/wordy-thursday-with-wild-woman-hannahs.html?m=1 
 - Go there to read about Hannah's "Boomerang Metaphor Form."  I'm sorry but my metaphors are weak, perhaps you can find a meaning in some.
 - My previous attempt to use this form was posted here, https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2014/07/blog-post_19.html?m=1

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8 Comments:

At Thursday, February 21, 2019 10:41:00 PM, Blogger Margaret said...

I think this is a fun portrait of a town! Enjoyed the read (and characters!)

 
At Friday, February 22, 2019 12:17:00 AM, Blogger Old Egg said...

This sounds like some first hand experiences you have had. At least as a poet you have an outlet in writing about them to relieve your feelings.

 
At Friday, February 22, 2019 12:23:00 AM, Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

Jim, what a treat this was to read! Such a busy town! Thanks for giving "this poem" a whirl. My favourite is the sows and ladies all riding home together! Big smile!

 
At Friday, February 22, 2019 9:09:00 AM, Blogger Hannah said...

This was an inventive approach, Jim and I enjoyed each detailed mini-vignette! Thank you, for sharing!! :)

 
At Friday, February 22, 2019 11:26:00 AM, Blogger Sanaa Rizvi said...

Loved this approach to the boomerang form, Jim!❤️ Beautifully rendered.

 
At Saturday, February 23, 2019 7:20:00 AM, Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I greatly enjoyed this!

 
At Saturday, February 23, 2019 2:55:00 PM, Blogger Helen said...

Hi Jim! Thanks for your comment .... you do know how to 'spin' a poem my Friend!

 
At Sunday, February 24, 2019 12:14:00 PM, Blogger Sara McNulty said...

What a delightful poem, Jim. Still thinking of the ladies & sows riding together.

 

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