Friday, October 13, 2017

A little sad poem for Friday

Nobody wants me
Makes me cry at night
Thinking, asking why

Everyone wants me
Wants what all I've got
But they dump me off

To cry. Cry the night
Come morn, wash my eyes
What I had its gone

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

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Saturday, September 23, 2017

Mini Challenge -- another added to my boat poems

My boat
My thrill started before I knew
just what a boat was.  I'd found an
old bottle from somewhere I have
forgotten now.  On rainy days
I'd put my little boat into
a stream of water gushing down
the hill and away.  On it's down
hill trek I'd be there acting as
Captain of my ship, steering, not
aware how fragile my vessel
might have been It didn't bother
that I had to go, bring it back
I'd do it over and over
again and again.  When I tired
the boat went in my stash, along
with my other make to do toys

[Taken at the Little Venice Canal Boat show, 2014, London, U.K.]
                                   [click to enlarge]
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Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2014 and 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved 
I'm linked with 
For the mini-challenge I have 104 words.
Some boats for me on this blog,

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Thursday, September 21, 2017

Thursday Challenge Poem, a "Predicament"

A Monumental Predicament;
 seeing reality through distorted lens
"Is it permitted," she asked,
"Five second rule I dare ask
May I blow dust off my crisp
Before it goes in my mouth
Or should I open a new
Feed this crisp to my feline
She'd have a tad to much salt
Dust.  Another hair ball start
I will not sleep tonight, not
until I know the answer
Monumental problem brews
What O what now shall I do
We will ask the cat, she knows
She eats off the floor, sometimes
I watch her, no worries there
O dear, O dear, I will cry."

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Photos and Poem Copyright, © 2007 and 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - Photo is Amber from my 2007 posting, . Amber died in 2013 at age 19. 
 - Some other of my blog posts where "cats" have come into play:
 - I am linked to 'Fireblossom' at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, "The Distorted Lens", at where we are asked to "write from the point of view of someone who is seeing reality through a distorted lens."

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Monday, September 18, 2017

Hurricane Irma survivors.


Contented Cat, all fifty-four survived, Hemingway's cats
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[Hemingway's study over the garage -- Open to cats and public now]
[click on picture for larger size]
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(my American Sentence Haiku/Senryū for today)
Photos and Poem Copyright, © 2014 and 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
   - Photos were previously posted on my "Jim's Little Blog" on December 24, 2014,  [Scroll down about halfway for the Key West pictures.]
  - I'm linking with Marian of The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform,

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Friday, September 15, 2017

What I'm seeing; what do I write?

Tables and cars
Parking lot
Mothers with babies
Guys just gotten sheared
Curbside pickup at Whole Foods
Bistro not set up nor tables washed,
leftover crumbs and slop from last night,
a mostly clean chair for me
Not very busy day for Friday afternoon.
But parking spaces fairly full
My lover stopped by to chat and make some arrangements. She'll come home with me
Purple chairs, six; orange ones, 18; reds five; and seven greens.
Orange has it too for the pumpkin patch
Clouds many, milky grey with white outline borders
all against the bright blue sky

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Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Written while sitting outside our Whole Foods Market in Katy, Texas.   Now linked with Sanaa Rizvi at the Imaginary Garden. Come see,

Thursday, September 07, 2017

Words Count, a 60 word Poem

Untitled (it could be the book of words)

I went to the store, up hill and down
On my way I met a small cherub 
Dressed in his gown, he had run away 
From the cherubim.  He thought, real cool 
But now he was lost.  His momacry 

Lunch, book of words.  Serendipity 
At the store a chocolate ice cream cone

End note:  Cupid, our lad soon succumbs   
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Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved (my photo is a 'PrintScreen' of a cherub from Google search, link where this and more are to be found.)

 - I'm linked with Mom Zen, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Words Count,

 - Mom Z wants us to use three of the following words listed, I used the three asterisked, well four as my "mimicry" is stretched a little.  Teacher-wise, she would "give" (really award) us ten extra points if we titled our poem "book of words".  I used these words in the body of my "poem" and noted that it would qualify for the name.  Count the title it completes the 60 words M.Z. required.

 - What do these words have in common?


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Monday, September 04, 2017

Johnny Nash - I Can See Clearly Now - my Poem

Johnny Nash -- I Can See Clearly Now  

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Sunday, September 03, 2017

Tenderness -- a Poem for Sunday

Definition: (Google search "Tenderness")
noun: tenderness; plural noun: tendernesses

1a. gentleness and kindness.
"he picked her up in his arms with great tenderness"
synonyms: kindness, kindliness, kindheartedness, tenderheartedness, compassion, care, concern, sympathy, humanity, warmth, fatherliness, motherliness, gentleness, benevolence, generosity
"with unexpected tenderness, he told her what had happened"

1b. feelings of deep affection; devotion.
"tenderness for the opposite sex"
synonyms: affection, fondness, love, devotion, loving kindness, emotion, sentiment
"I felt an enormous tenderness for her"

2. sensitivity to pain.
"abdominal tenderness"
synonyms: soreness, pain, inflammation, irritation, bruising; More

Tenderness - Do you know anyone in politics who fits the definition?  Hard to think of one, I know.  In fact I believe politicians cause inflammation, especially if they win and are in office, with lots of power.

Well, lets approach it from another angle - do you know anyone in our government who fits that definition?  You should find a few here.

I'll try to help, what is the mission of the FEMA -- U.S. government agency designed to help folk recover from disaster.  FEMA is to manage our emergencies so the name says. 

But then I knew a very kind young lady who graduated from college and was employed by FEMA, she was the kindest.  I cannot imagine her ever grouching at a client.

Child Welfare -- Help and rescue the children from various harms, in and out of the family situation. 

Child Abuse is the most dastardly crime I can ever think of, poor defenseless children don't have a chance.  I didn't and still cannot forgive the abuser, even though he is long deceased.  If I forgot perhaps I would forgive.  One never forgets abuse.

I am quoting from an unnamed source, written from a lady who really meant it, it was listed in her list of desires: 
"I desire a kinder, more peaceful world, less divided by things like politics and religion.  I wish we didn't have either one of those things in this world - they are both the root of much suffering and I believe we'd be better off without them, and with more acceptance and tolerance and love."
I'm all for the riddance of politics but I believe that God is the author of "Love".  I'll stop there for this post, just as she stopped with the word, "love".

With these lines I'll stop
Do I rant?  Well I should, loud
Get on my high horse
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved 

 - - My Photo is a 'PrintScreen' of Kerry's picture by Blake.  Use her link below

 - I'm linked with, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Play it Again, Toads! at

 - Since we are playing "Play it Again, Toads", I am linked to the blog of my choice, by 

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Thursday, August 31, 2017

About Monsters - a Poem

Monster Under My Bed 
There's a monster under my bed
That's his home but I never see
He haunts me day and night.  I fear
What will he do, devours the best
Monster 'neath my bed has no name
Had he one, it I wouldn't say
Been said he eats small girls alive
Keep quiet, eyes closed, try to sleep
There's a monster under my bed
He drives me insane, thoughts of him
How do I know he's really there
My brother told me long ago 

There's a monster down there I know 
Every night, way to end my day 
Mother said my monsters aren't real 
Perhaps they aren't but still I look 
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
- - (Photo is a print screen copy from Kerry's post at the link below)
- I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, A Skyflower Friday: Monsters,
Kerry's theme was "Monsters".  She said, "I leave you with the famous words spoken by Iago in Othello:  "O beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meet it feeds on,"  And a music video.."

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Tuesday, August 22, 2017

A Cold Day in ... a Ditty Poem for Tuesday Challenge

..... . . . ..[click on picture a time or two for larger viewing size]

A cold day in Summer

When the summer heat is about to get you down
When the thermometer says feel-like temperature
is one hundred and five, that's the time you should think
Think about a cold day, cold day you liked a lot

That proverbial day, day when you froze walking
It was a cold day then the wind blew up your clothes
Pants and skirts bellowed out full of air oh so cold
I saved a bottle of cold air just for today

This'll be our cold day, cold day in the summer
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform,
 - Her theme was "Post a Poem (old or new)"
 - Picture is one I took this year in February on our walk from Georgetown University over to the Washington Monument and then around and back to our hotel by the government buildings.  We walked in the 'teen' miles that day.  Fairly cold too.

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