Sunday, February 19, 2017

Moon, Stars, World ~~ a Sunday Micro-poem Challenge

Moonlight Escapade 
We strolled along the walkway, Dog and I  
Full moon blooming, shining bright stars smiled down  
I gave my bloody howl, Dog howled as well
I was howling, tribute bright yellow moon  
Dog howling at me, new experience
Watch our fangs, see them grow, the Dog's and mine
The better to bite you with my dear miss
Drops of blood I'll draw, Dog will have no part
The stars?  They cried out to bloody Heaven
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Pictures and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2017, All Rights Reserved
I'm linked with Kerry O'Conner at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, And the Moon ~~ Micro Poetry ( )  

Kerry stated, "The object of this challenge is to write a poem in no more than 10 lines" with the frame of reference to be "And the Moon and the Stars and the World." 

The Pictures are of our "Moon Jar" as we call it, officially named by the Artist as "Earth Rise".  We bought this jar from the artist and creator, Helen Garriott, then wife of astronaut Owen Garriott, at her Kemah, Texas, studio. (Working as an aerospace engineer, I had the honor of giving Dr. Garriott his first Skylab simulation experience, a hands on orienttion tour of our Mockup Skylab module.) 

The 'knob' on the lid is Earth as seen from the Moon, below.  The jar is about 7 1/2 inches high, and 6 1/2 inches in diameter.  See the pictures for detail of the footprints and for the literature [click it twice to make it large enough to read] enclosed inside our jar.  We also have a "Sun Jar" which sits on our coffee table. (link to previous moon and sun jars)

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Sunday, February 12, 2017

"You can't always get what you want" ~~ a 226 Word Flash Poem

Did you ever ask

Did you ever ask Santa,
What I want for Christmas is ...
Santa says his nice things and
is hoping dearly that Mom

That Mom or Dad will tell you
Tell you that what you asked for
Isn't right for you, you're young
Much too young for what you asked

This is what Santa wants, "You 
can’t always get what you want.
But if you try sometimes, you
might find ...You get what you need."

Did you ever ask your Mom
I want a new bicycle
You mom says her nice things, then
Says to you, Go see your Dad

Dad, Mom's tagging you along,
Has a frown on his face
Isn't real happy with your request
Let us fix up your Raleigh

This is what Daddy wants  "You 
can’t always get what you want.
But if you try sometimes, you
might find ...You get what you need."

You could ask for lots of things
A nice new school car, jewels,
Fine clothing, power at school
But you have so much, really

Have you ask Jesus for your being,
For your place in life, for you
Jesus may not give you these
Instead ask and he'll give you Heaven

Life after death for you.  "You 
can’t always get what you want.
But if you try sometimes, you
might find ...You get what you need."
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Picture and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2017, All Rights Reserved
I'm linked with Magaly at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Recycle a Saying

Magaly has a list of sayings and she wants us to use the saying but to change or add to it.  I added to "You can’t always get what you want" the next line of the Rolling Stones song, by the title of my first line.  Magaly also wants fairly short line, Flash length, to be shorter than or equal to 313 words.  Mine has 226 words with the title but not the two periods I use for verse spacers.

You can read a nice sermon given by the Pastor of Madison Avenue Presbyterian Church, 921 Madison Ave, NY NY, on "You can't always get what you want" (includes references to the Rolling Stones song), at this link, 

 - (All are "...always get what you want" References), Page, I used Number 21 of the 50 Most Needed English Proverbs
 - Google search,
 - Google search, for lyrics,
 - Rolling Stones, YouTube, 1969 TV Show,
 - Aretha Franklin, YouTube,
 - Madison Avenue Presbyterian Church, 921 Madison Ave, NY, NY, sermon on "You can't always get what you want" (Bible references and includes references to the Rolling Stones song),

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Friday, February 10, 2017

The Wall -- a Challenge poem

The wall; 
a dream? (a prayer?)

I had a dream last night
President Reagan came
He came to me and said
Donny, tear down that wall

It worked with the Commies
I'll make it work with you
Tear down that wall, or ..
Or go scooting down

Down into the bowels 
Into the bowels of Hell
I've visited there, it's
No place to be.  Your choice

It worked with the Commies
Had better work with you.
Please I said, could I just,  
Send a Tweet and see what

No Tweets for you, no more
Gorbachev, he had none
To neighbors you've done harm
Irreparable harm

Said Mr. Regan then
To you by God I'm sent,
Mind His will or be burned.
First I'll tweet, this is rigged

This is a dream, you're dead.
It's not a dream, I'm sent
Dead yes, a dozen years
No Tweets, no dream, goodbye

Aaah aah aah ah aah
I'm going dow o own!!!
Goodbye my friend, goodbye
Too many times, no more

Photo: screen capture from Wikipedia, "Ronald Regan"
Public Domain [click to enlarge]
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Picture and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2017, All Rights Reserved
I'm linked with Marian at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, "Walls"
Marian opened, " Toads! Today in the Garden we are taking back WALLS."

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Thursday, January 26, 2017

Get Listed! ~~ a Seed Planting poem

Sowing Seeds; thinking about

We all know about sowing seeds
Sow, plant. Seeds germinate, grow sprouts
Water, cultivate.  Plants result
Eat plants or their fruit, eater's choice
This is normal, this is God's plan

Adage is you reap what you sow
Trouble starts with faulty sowing
Bible tells "don't sow here or there"
Fables teach where not to sow.  Like  
"Don't sow your seeds in the desert"

Fathers have advice to garden growers
Make the soil fallow, damp, and drained
There's joy in making willing fields 
Sowing sometimes has no discretion
Innocence's seeds may not grow

Whirling waters are alluring
Gyres have no bottoms, swallow seeds
Joy in sowing there is watching
Watching them swirl down through the drain
Even more (wasteful) than eating seeds
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Picture and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2017, All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with 

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Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Tuesday Platform ~~ a poem, "I missed ... "

I missed the party

I missed the party this week
Purple tinge of lavender
'Twas invitation for me
What was I doing, don't know

I missed the fun place this week
They are coming home today
Costumes galore, I was masked
But I didn't come, poor me

I missed the party for sure
'Twas like college days of old
Took the streets, we called them ours
This time, with signs, my voice, quiet

I missed the party this week
Fun filled, messages to tell
We are the majority
Our voices need to be heard

I missed the ... (more still in draft)
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Picture and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2017, All Rights Reserved

Picture and this week's "The Tuesday Platform" were linked with Marian and the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads,

This is in relation to and with A BIG THANK YOU, LADIES!!! for their valiant March last Saturday, after our U.S. Presidential Election.  They marched literally all over the world, in large cities and small towns.  Perhaps your friends did, some of mine marched.

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Sunday, January 22, 2017

Do you hear voices?

Do you hear voices? 
What is this noise in my head? 
Is it in my ear? 
Well, that is too bad for us 
Internal words modulate 
Jammed by ringing in my ears 
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Picture and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2017, All Rights Reserved
I'm linked with Brendan at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads,

 - I've had ringing in my ears since my Army days, too close to other shooters at the riffle range and not even knowing about ear protectors. 
 - After my service days I went to an ENT doctor who decided that the cause of my ear ringing could not be determined or stopped. I said to him, "It must be all in my head."  I meant it as joking but this doctor swore at me while leaving the room, slamming the door on his way out. 

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Friday, January 20, 2017

On Poetry ~~ Wet Puppy Dog

Wet Puppy Dog

Have you ever smelled a wet puppy dog?
I can't remember when but long ago
For sure I wasn't an adult grownup
My dog had gotten wet, she smelled so good

Dry dogs don't smell that way, never ever
Some, get them wet, doggy smell of long past
Every now and then my nose gets a whiff,
Still that sweet smell with no puppy in sight

Metaphor it's become for me. Smells good
I might equate with that wet puppy dog
Be it a person or an animal  
I'll think, "Gee, you smell good, wet puppy dog"

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Pictures and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2014 and 2017, All Rights Reserved
I'm linked with

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Note: [Google]  noun: metaphor; plural noun: metaphors

a figure of speech in which a word or phrase is applied to an object or action to which it is not literally applicable.
"“I had fallen through a trapdoor of depression,” said Mark, who was fond of theatrical metaphors" 
 synonyms:  figure of speech, image, trope, analogy, comparison, symbol, word painting/picture

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Saturday, January 14, 2017

Endearing Words, a flash poem

She poised quietly 
Penciled her thoughts on his ear 
He awakened not 
Heartfelt invisible words 
Whispered, I love you madly 

He awakened when 

She softly started to leave 
He mouthed, love you too 

He switched soft light on 

Reached for his object of joy 
Facebook friends beckoned 

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My inspiration:
"Clara joined him on the bench.
They sat in silence, side by side.
Then Clara leaned back, her body touching the words
someone had freshly carved into the wood.
Above, 'Surprised by Joy.'
Beside her on the bench Armond opened
'The Balm in Gilead' to the bookmark,
took took a deep breath,
And started forward."
 - Louise Penny, 'The Long Way Home'
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Picture and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2012 (picture) and 2017(poem), All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with Magaly Guerrero at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads,

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Friday, January 13, 2017

2017 Challenge poem, an excursion

Bancjy Monkeys Scampering

Small kids were scattered, like marbles turned loose from sacks, their mums
Scattered amongst life size toys, play area of McDonald's play ground
They were running like scared mice, running from the elephant, a dad
This dad was a monster beast, fire breathing, club in hand, bonking

Head bonking his mice subjects, screaming like bancjy monkeys, they fled
Yet smirky smiles showed, each brighter than Ford Taurus headlamps, piercing
Eyes piercing, washboard wrinkled faces, scampering like fleas on pigeons, hiding smiles
Ten clawed fiend, two-foot bonker waving, a stick with bright red globe, a balloon

Catch me if you can! they screamed, bancjy monkeys, on the run, laughing

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Picture and Poem Copyright, Ó Jimmiehov 2017, All Rights Reserved
I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Literary Excursions with Kerry,
Kerry introduced us to Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1929), whose work enjoys lasting popularity. Rilke was unique in his efforts to expand the realm of poetry through new uses of syntax and imagery and in the philosophy that his poems explored. 

She wants us to try including "diction and imagery which portray humans in terms of the non-human within the style of our own works" and posted excerpts from his work. I am sure I need a few more lessons but I participated, perhaps there will be some critique. 

Note:  You won't find the "Bancjy Monkey" by Googling.  I've never seen one and am not sure if there is one.  For sure it isn't spelled correctly, but Google didn't help there either. Most times one is "Bonked" in the head with an object.  

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Tuesday, January 10, 2017

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

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