Weekly Scribblings -- Poem for Words in The Way of Tea

"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset." - Blackfoot' 

 Hotaru-gari – 

(go searching for fireflies) 

Fireflies in need 

The jar is empty 

Dumped by the roadside 

Older ones grown dim 

Had they batteries 

LEDs delight 

So if you grow old 

Smooth your wrinkle lines 

Step lively my dear 

Lest they dump you 

in the ditch 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked with Rommy for prompt and your viewing, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/01/weekly-scribblings-53-beautiful-words.html

 - for this week's Weekly Scribblings, Rommy would like us to create new poetry or prose using one (or as many as we want) of the poetic terms she selected out of Bruce Hamana Sosei’s book, 100 Beautiful Words in The Way of Tea, (seven listed below).

For Artistic Interpretation, for Weekly Scribblings #53: Beautiful Words

Zuiun – clouds that predict good fortune; Shitamoe – plants sprouting under last year’s dried grass or under the snow; Hatsuyume – the first dream of the new year Uzumibi – buried fire; Ryokuin – green shadows (sunlight filtering through green leaves) Hotaru-gari – go searching for fireflies Tsuki-koru – the moon freezes

A Poem for Weekly Scribblings # 45 -- Dread Consumed

Carnival Dreams, by Shelle Kennedy

Hearts on Sleeves; 

"Sins of the Fathers"

How can I smile with my heart on my sleeve 

Like a lot it's edging that way 

Already I wear it outside my vest 

A very tough life I have led 

Skeletons from my ancestors closets 

Their dastardly deeds now exposed 

Some of mine as well hanging on the stairs 

Hidden no more, out to be seen 

They're there in plain sight--bug me every day 

Great-Uncle John whipped slaves to death 

Aunt Bess bore fourteen illegitimates  

Grandpa Jones rode with Bonnie's Clyde 

Seems there hardly could be no worse than these 

But that was them, angel I'm not 

Nothing heinous like they buried here 

Indiscretions young often take  

For all my rude transgressions hurtful be 

I've begged forgiveness  and pardon 

Most have given me solace and kindness 

That helps me some but kin remain 

Their mistakes and wicked life I must bear

They're dead and gone but I am here 

Here with their sad reputations to bear 

Their skeletons smell of their sins 

Closer and closer my grieving heart moves 

Reaches my sleeve I'll take no more 

You'll see me no more I have run away 

Joined the carnival lost my mind 

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 - Note to my readers:  THIS IS FICTION.  My crazy muse wouldn't leave me until I hit the "Post" button.  The title could be "Sins of the Fathers".  I'm making it a subtitle now. 

 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Magaly Guerrero for her picture ,  Carnival Dreams, by Shelle Kennedy, for Weekly  Scribblings # 45.  https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/11/weekly-scribblings-45-artistic.html 

 - Magaly's prompt instructions were, "... to write new poetry or prose inspired by one (or all) of the three paintings shared on this link: ‘Beautiful, YOU are’ by Magic Love Crow, ‘Delightful Donkey’ by Gina Morley, and/or ‘Carnival Dreams’ by Shelle Kennedy. For this prompt, your imagination is the limit.  

Delightful Donkey, by Gina Morley

 - The donkey was cute but I chose the Shelle painting.

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A Poem -- Artistic Interpretation

"Perfect Balance" 

Surreal Art Photography
by Luisa Azevedo

Secret Keeping

I carry the weight of the world  
All in my head 'be safe and sound 
Secrets, they're  yours, mine, others, past  
That's well and good for us around 

But some times things get to be much 
And when that comes things do leak out 
Like deer in heat from antler horns 
Antennas tuned for high power 

Best close the mouth and plug those ears 
Ship is leaving tales last for years 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 

 - Picture "Perfect Balance" Surreal Art Photography by Luisa Azevedo  

 - I'm linked with Carrie Van Horn with "Sunday Muse #112" at http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/06/sunday-muse-112.html?m=1 

 - Note:  I  generally try to write so that my poem/writing will be able to  stand alone, separated from the illustrating picture.  Here the two are meant to work together as in  ekphrastic writing (see "Ekphrastic Poetry: Definition and Examples" article, click here).  

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NaplPoWriMo 2020 Day 19 -- Poem, A Morning at the Pier

        Postcard photo from Margart-

        of Artistic Interpretations 

At the Pier 

Here I am sitting

Here I sit dangling my legs

On this pier my thoughts are born

My dreams are wished, feet get washed

My wishes disclosed 

COVID 19, go away

For Rainbow's end Pot of Gold

Food on table and food line

And my feet get washed

The fishes swim over them

I don't need soap--wouldn't work

Big fish I'll grab with my net

And then?

Wave goodbye to fish and  ships

Dog glad to have me come home

Make us some  food fish and chips 

Jim's Happy Beagle, Adi 

https://youtu.be/4qGUaj8Jb60

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
  - I am linked with Margaret at Artistic Interpretations,  https://postcardartisticinterpretations.blogspot.com/2020/04/artistic-interpretations-3-moonlight.html?m=1
 - I'm also linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Writer's Pantry at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/04/writers-pantry-16-april-prepares-us-for.html?m=1
 - And with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2020/04/april-2020-days-16-20.html?m=1
 - And with NaPoWriM Day 19 at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-nineteen-5/

A Love Poem, of Sorts

My Lily Pad Queen 

She sat on the leaf, my Lily Pad Queen 
It was one of two leaves in the pond

Hers always, when wearing Irish Green

Other remained back saved for her friend 

Waiting for me, her Lily Pad Prince 
She knows me not though I know her well

Holding tight to her perch afraid to dance

Looking around would I ring her bell 

Green eyes passed me over, then they teared 
Deep I dived, I'll stay a hundred years

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 - Poem and Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved.  The SECOND Photo of the Yellow Flowering Lily Pad, the poet's watery tomb, I took at Regent's Park in London.  The other three are Print Screen and slightly edited from the respective three links below.  

 - I'm linked with Shay, Chrissa, and Carrie, at the Sunday  Muse for celebration of their 100th week posting anniversary, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/03/the-big-100th-muse.html?m=1  (BOTTOM Photo)

 - I'm linked with Margaret at her startup Web site, Artistic Interpretations s2, https://postcardartisticinterpretations.blogspot.com/2020/03/welcome-to-artistic-interpretations.html?m=1 (TOP Photo)

 - I am linked with Teemakuun #56, another artistic interpretation group from Finlan  at https://teemakuunkollaasi.blogspot.com/2020/03/teemakuu-56-kuva-mallina.html?m=1  (THIRD Photo)

100 Weeks of Sunday Muse

 - . - I'm 

Good News poem (not so good)

        Coney Island NYC, USA

Dearest Dad 

Well, Dad, back in the USA  
New York city to be exact 
Not quite exact, I'm on the beach 

There's big crowds that come every day 
Someone will take me home real soon 
Here's to beat the bum last  time was 

That was a real bummer (new pun)
Like running with a pack of dogs 
They picked a leader, off we went 

But Son's okay here, please tell Mom 
When I get a home, see me then 
Lets hope it's soon. 

I love you Dad 
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  - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved  
 - Photo,  an old Post Card from Margaret, please see the link below 
 - I am linked with Margaret at Artistic Interpretations,  https://postcardartisticinterpretations.blogspot.com/2020/02/blog-post.html?m=1

 - This is my second Postcard Poem that I've written from Coney Island (NO, I'M NOT THERE, just my "I LEFT HOME GUY" is) , my first older Postcard Poem (not me either) is here, please read it too if you'd like.  It is a little hard to take,  https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2016/07/dear-daddy-postcard-poem-project.html?m=1

My Poem - Artistic Interpretation

 - - - - My SIL had a stroke - - - - 

 - - - - last week.  I wonder - - - - 

 - - - - what it felt like to her.- - - 

My Clouds  

Awoke one saturday morning 
A stormy day coming for me 
Storm clouds gathering darkly gray 
Opened the door a crack to see 

Out of my grasp open it swung 
Gaping, wind and clouds gushing in 
They swooped me up afraid to fall 
With raspy voice clouds spoke to me 

Hold tight, one saying , don't you fall 
There was nothing else I could do 
Up we went to nowhere special 
Clouds stayed with me they didn't leave 

- - - later now - - - 

Dimly through the mist I can see 
Still holding tight I'll not let loose 
Clouds are all I have it's been years 
Feeling safe with them, here I stay 
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 - Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov  2020, All Rights  Reserved
 - Photo courtesy of Sunday Muse at the link below
 - I'm linked with http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/02/sunday-muse-95.html?m=1
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My sister-in-law was airlifted via helicopter Sunday morning to the Shreveport LSU Hospital. 
They gave her wonderful care, ER, ICR, and Friday discharged to her hometown hospital for inpatient therapy. 
She will have speech,  physical, and occupational therapy.   She has heavy needs in all those areas.
We, the rest of family, and many, many others are praying for her, her recovery, and loving family.

The Bear -- a Poem in tribute to Margaret

!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS 
and HAPPY HOLIDAYS !!!



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Teddy Bear Sleeps 

I lay here in my shoe box bed 
I have gently been laid to rest 
"Hibernation" to be polite 
It's Lala Land for us who wait 

I am 'The Bear' freshly repaired 
Sleeping beside my owner's ash 
We've been lovingly put to sleep 
Blissfully we wait for new life 

Adi Beagle Dog gladly went 
She's in Doggie Heaven with God 
Serving her New Master up there 
In spirit I'm there by her side 

Here my still, sleeping body waits 
In it I'm confined until when 
A new child or puppy will come  
'Slightly used' I'll return its love 

Again I'll cheerfully rejoice 
at their command, "Go get 'The Bear'"
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I write here to give tribute to Margaret who has lovingly for years given us pictorial inspiration to write a new piece of poetry.

 - Poem and Photo Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2019 and 2010 (https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2010/02/adi-beagle-dog-sister-midweek-blues.html?m=1 )

All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Margaret in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/12/artistic-interpretations-over-loved-and.html?m=1

 - And pictured above my sister, Lois (link), is happy. Seems there is always a little job that somehow just waits for her.

 - Adi's Retirement (link) 
 - Adi retrieves her bear (YouTube link)

A Poem for Artistic Interpretations

At the Seashore
by S. Anderson

Pretty Pebbles

Pretty stones near the river's edge

lying where put by the currents

There's purple reds and pearly greens

Azure blue one tortoise shell white

Small heart shaped snitch it for the sweet

When they're wet they're glistening pearls 

though when they're dry they're sandpaper 

Giant green stone like jade it looks 

Gem for sure polish it at home 

Will they come looking, foreign jail 

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 - Poem and Bottom Two Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019 and 2016, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Margaret in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/10/artistic-interpretations-with-margaret.html?m=1
 - Margaret displayed photos of various art pieces, Alcohol Inks,  that were on display at Boone, N.C.    I chose the top picture, by "Anderson" of pretty pebbles at the water's edge for writing ideas.
 - You can see more Alcohol Inks at Margaret's link above.

 

Duck that swears;

Models Woman in Red

The Long Road Home crawled that night

So slow the duck was Going Rogue

Streams of curses "F"words galore

Not her night for sure Self Matters

Tough as They Come number one comes first

Handle with Care, Woman in Red 

Easy Money tempts, Seize the Night

Make it Last for all Angels Fall

Duck that swears like Woman in Red

 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Margaret in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/08/artistic-interpretations-with-margaret.html?m=1

Tecnically, these poems that we write are "Spine Poems" (click on the 'Label', Spine Poems, below to see several of the ones I "wrote".).  Margaret has, on that link, a picture of a woman in red in a library full of books. Margaret listed those books that she could see.  We were to use at least ten in our poem.
I used these ten:

1. The Long Road Home 
2. Going Rogue 
3. Self Matters 
4. Tough as They Come 
5. Handle with Care 
6. Woman in Red 
7. Easy Money 
8. Seize the Night 
9. Make it Last 
10. Angels Fall

 - There also is a novel, one of a series, by Louise Penny similarly named "The Long Way Home" that I had confused  with the listed book, "The Long Road Home."
 - It was a good book but I was tired of running into the pet duck with a foul mouth.   It too quacked saying the real thing for the "F"word.   After a few times reading this I quit the series.

A Color Me Thursday Poem



Sherwin Williams

 The Bakery Shop;

 colorful business management**

Flirty Fuscia

Worked in her kitchen all day long

Kept the pastries warm, "freshly baked"

When it's time to go home, alone

Owners don't mingle with the help

Girl Rapture Blue

Waited tables all day long, ask?

What's a nice girl like you doing,

The answer's "here", clear. Mind the floors,

at night.  Make ends meet, second job

Ranunculus
and her dog,
Scarlet Maple

The lady, her dog, come at night

Customer delight, buys half price

No one knows for sure after there

They sleep all day and do at night

Their donut start
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Heaven Sent

Triple Berries,

Rain at Night
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 - **Note: at the college I taught an Entrepreneurship class in addition to my regular Business Law classes.  It essentially was a "How to Start and Manage a Small Business." 

 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Margaret in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/05/artistic-interpretations-with-margaret.html?m=1..
 - Photo was Margaret furnished, it is of a color chart photo she posted at the link above and suggested that we use the names of at least five colors found in her post in our writing for today.  I used them as the four characters, dog included, and three more for my Senryū  ending.
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Little Bo Peep Looking for Her Sheep



The Dystopian Tarot, The Lovers
Kerry O'Connor
https://kerryoconnorsother.blogspot.com/ 

Little Bo Peep looking,
her sheep hadn't come home

Forehead branded with
an "X" as were her sheep

Peering over the hill
hoping to see her sheep

Scary scene appeared
Eons of years in one frame  

Adam, Eve, mythology, fables,
space travel, no sheep

Where, Adam didn't know
Ogress** bellowed "I've devoured" 

  
"You are next"
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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 

**"An ogre (feminine: "ogress") is a legendary monster usually depicted as a large, hideous, man-like being that eats ordinary human beings, especially infants and children. Ogres frequently feature in mythology, folklore, and fiction throughout the world."  (Wikipedia, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ogre)

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