Night Ventures ~~ a Poem for Haloween time

 

I am the Vampire

I am the Vampire, you'd not know it now
But come a full moon, you will know it then

My teeth will grow long, primed to bite your neck
Please scream, play along. No?  I still will bite

You can't miss my howl, fangs bared I will search
Dressed in black long tailed coat, slink through the dark

Taste your blood, I sense it's sweet, warm and sweet
You won't die to self, we'll prevail, come dear
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Photos and Poem Copyright 2016, © Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
Photo is a "Print Screen" copy from the result of a Googling Search on 'Vampire Costume'
https://www.google.com/search?sourceid=navclient&ie=UTF-8&rlz=1T4GGHP_enUS574US574&q=vampire+costume

I am linked with Brudberg at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Creatures of the Night -- http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/10/creatures-of-night.html

Note: this my line, a playful line.  There is more but that is all I will tell here.

Tuesday Platform Poem

 

 Small Lady in the Valley

There was this small lady who lived in the valley
  She was so very small they called her "you down there"
Her bed was very short though she needed not more
  Pippie, her miniature poodle slept there as well

One day she met this man, further down the valley
  he lived.  A crooked man by all means, he was bent
You would say he was bent from his elbows to his toes  
  Our Lady thought him weird, queer man if ever was

The two began to meld, Pippie took to him not
  Then came the day he moved in with our small lady.  
And her dog.  Pippie was moved to the closet, banned
  The bed, room for one, Our Lady, to the closet 
   

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Photos Copyright 2016 and 2011 and Poem Copyright 2016, © Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 

 - Top Photo (2016) -- Probably from our 2007 (2007 link 'a' ) (2007 link 'b') visit to Scotland, but not posted until this year.  It is an unusual semi-detached cottage situated next to a Church of Scotland chapel we found out in the country. The property must be over 100 years old and was probably was once the residence of the pastor or church beadle.

 - Bottom photo (2011) -- [large picture] [super sized] If you like art then go to Europe. We found this Cézanne original in the Lautrec Museum in Albi, France. It is by Paul Cézanne (1839 to 1906) and yes, he was pretty quirky. (For more of our trek to the Albi click here.)(Cézanne Wikipedia link)
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Today I'm linked with Kerry O'Conner at her post in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, The Tuesday Platform .   
  [http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/10/the-tuesday-platform_25.html ]

Who was Adi?— a "Poem" fashioned after Emily Dickinson's ...

Who was Adi?—

Adi loved ice cream—

Adi loved to be loved—

Adi loved to chase squirrels—

Adi helped boys and girls to read—

Adi liked to help people in need—

Adi had sweet big brown eyes—

Adi was brown skinned—

Adi had brown hair—

Adi by my bed on the floor—

Adi was my best buddy— 
Adi loved car rides—

Adi died in 2013—

Adi was my beagle dog—

From a previous post:

                   "Adi is retiring from Pet Partners

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Adi's working life link

Lot's about Adi link

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Dear Jim,

Thank you for notifying us. We will be sure to honor Adi's past contribution to our Pet Partners Therapy Animal Program in our Interactions Magazine, and "Pet Partners, Retired" on our web page.

Warm Regards,
Kelly Schnitzmeier" (Early post link here)

Photos and Poem copyright, © 2012, 2006, 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved

Early post link here

I'm linked with Gillena Cox at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads,  FASHION ME YOUR WORDS ~ a query (check this link for Gillena's directions in more detail and an Emily Dickinson poem sort of like mine)
We were to 'craft' a poem modeled after Emily Dickinson, ‘Answer July’.  We were to have no more than 100 words, I wrote 70 counting the title.

How Many? -- a Poem for Bob Dylan

How Many

How many times must a man fall down
  Before he gets picked up no more
How many times must a child get killed
  Before we take the guns away
How many times must the girls be sold
  Before we don't raise any more
The answer my friend, is not to be had
  The answer is not to be had

How many souls must come to their end
  Before motherhood stops in vain
How many graves for the little ones
  Before the earth will hold no more
How many families loose their precious ones
  Before all are rotting away
The answer my friend, is not to be had
  The answer is not to be had

How many times must a bad man kill
  Before they take his toys away
How many men will be locked away
  Before greedy men go to Hell
How many days will turn into years
  Before God makes the carnage stop
The answer my friend, He alone does know
  God alone the answer does know

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Photos and Poem copyright, © 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved

 

Today I'm linked with Kerry O'Conner at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Kerry Says ~ It's Blowing ... [http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/10/kerry-says-its-blowing-in-wind.html]

For our springboard, Kerry said: "On Thursday, October 13, Bob Dylan became the first song-writer to be awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature, ‘having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition.’ Dylan is the only artist to have won a Grammy, Golden Globe, Pulitzer, Polar, Oscar and the Nobel Prize." And more.

Notes: 
(1) The bigger bad boys, i.e. I.S.I.S. and the like have very large toys, cannon sized and still larger.

(2) https://www.google.com/search?sourceid=navclient&ie=UTF-8&rlz=1T4GGHP_enUS574US574&q=boy+dylan

Born: May 24, 1941 (age 75), Duluth, MN

Full name: Robert Allen Zimmerman Spouse: Carolyn Dennis (m. 1986–1992), Sara Dylan (m. 1965–1977)_ _ _ _

Jimmie's Got a Gun
.Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done
Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound of my gun
Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done
Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound, it's the sound...
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah....

Janie's Got A Gun
Janie's Got A Gun
Her whole world's come undone
From lookin' straight at the sun
What did her daddy do
What did he put you through

From Aerosmith - Janie's Got A Gun Lyrics (There's more at the link. I interpret 'daddy' to be her old man in hippy terms and the 'little baby' (later in the song) meant that Janie was very young--way too young.)

 

[For larger pictures click on to the picture, try again for larger still]

I blogged of my guns and gun experiences here.  Since most of those I have acquired a real gun that I could keep.  It is a Spanish 9mm pistol of which the manufacturer has long gone out of business.  It is a Star, M243 Model Firestar Plus, 9mm, manufactured by Star Bonifacio Echeverria S.A. Eibar (Guipuzcoa), Spain. 
It is still new, never been shot. http://star-firearms.com/firearms/

"A double-stack 9mm version (M-243) ... was commonly referred to by the unofficial name "Firestar Plus". The Firestar was produced by the now defunct Star Bonifacio Echeverria, S.A. in Eibar, Spain until 1994. The Firestar was imported into the United States by Interarms of Alexandria, Virginia."  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Firestar_M43

 



an October poem

[Texas Lighthouse at Point Bolivar]

 

October

 

October is a cow, a female cow

She will moo for you and make you a shake

You have no choice but for you to rejoice

 

October is a pig, big old spoiled boar

He won't pay you never mind so you think

Walk past him quickly, he is gonna grunt

 

October is a baby chick, come quick

see how fast it learns, today tries to crow

Tomorrow it is to scratch, dig for worms

 

October is all the pets on my farm

Donkey Don, Billy goat, Cilly sheep, Shep

I've named them all, won't bore you with no more

 

Well except just one more, my favorite

October is my trusty horse, my love

Harley cares for me, nuzzles and gives me rides

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Photos and Poem copyright, © 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved

 

 

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

October in the Chair - http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/10/october-in-chair.html

Bonus fact, the only truth here, my birthday is in October, near Halloween

 

Wise old birds don't fly so fast ~~ a Saturday poem

"No one is free, not even the birds.
They are chained to the sky."
Bob Dylan

The winds are blowing, the birds are going
They're gliding southward, to places unheard
"V" formation rule, older birds up front
They've been north before, strong with expertise

Wise old birds don't fly so fast, they cannot
But they know each and every farm they pass
The creeks and watering holes, supper worms
And when they tire, they move back, next one's turn
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Photo and Poem copyright, © 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved
Bob Dylan photo, below, from the Houston Chronicle, 10/14/2016
I might like him to sing my poem this morning.
My other Migration poem (link)

Today I'm linked with Hanah at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Transforming with Nature's Wonders; http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/10/transforming-with-natures-wonders.html

I'm also linked to Tuesday Morning Platform, a re-run for Toads, Guests, and Fans:
 http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/10/the-tuesday-platform_18.html

Please come get your award, Mr. Dylan.  All America is waiting, the whole world is. 
Thank you, we love you and your music, every song is a poem.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2016/10/17/nobel-prize-committee-gives-up-trying-to-contact-bob-dylan/

A poem for the Dodo Bird -- a dodoitsu

. . . . . . .. . . .  . the Dodo, by C. Edwards (wikicommons)
a Dodoitsu;
poem for the dodo bird

Lines, three sevens and one five
Syllable count, that we do 
Reminds me of dodo bird 
Dodoitsu form

My poem form for dodo bird 
Goofy bird brunt tales galore
Friendly bird, trusted too much 
Extinct, ate by hog 
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Poem copyright, © 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved
Photo copied from Wikipedia, "free to use, a file from the Wikimedia Commons
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Edwards%27_Dodo.jpg

I'm linked with   Kerry O'Connor at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, A Splash of Rust & Gold ~ Micro Poetry, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/10/a-splash-of-rust-gold-micro-poetry.html

Notes:
 - 1.  The Dodoitsu poetry form is a Japanese "4-line poem (with) seven syllables in the first three lines and five syllables in the fourth–and final–line. The dodoitsu often focuses on love or work with a comical twist. ... I haven’t found any word on whether dodoitsu traditionally have titles or not."
  - 2. "What happened to the last dodo bird?"  (They became extinct before the 1700's, probably the last one or egg eaten by a hog or a rat.)
http://www.forbes.com/sites/quora/2016/09/20/what-happened-to-the-last-dodo-bird/#223f32116789
 - 3.  Dodo Birds, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dodo

a Challenge Poem, "What are you going to wear for Halloween?"

What are you wearing for Monday night
Halloween Night with Ghosts and Goblins
Wear something real scary, not a clown
Clowns have fallen into disfavor
Ruined it for us all, bad persons

What would Ronald do, I asked of me
Go look it up with good Google's help
Alright for Ronald is good for me
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Photo and Poem copyright, © 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved
The Barnum Bailey clown lady was first posted here in 2012, at http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2012/08/my-alphabe-thursday-k-things-in-row-two.html
 
I am linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Words Count with Mama Zen
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/10/words-count-with-mama-zen.html


M.Z. Wants us to tell her what our Halloween costume will be for this year.  She has asked for us to do this in 55 words or less. 
Mine is exactly 55 words, with no title as of yet.

Retro, from http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html :

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Costume party anyone?
This is (was) my favorite!

It was our party outfit we wore at a former year's Halloween party. People liked our lamp costumes

a 'Crash Poem"

Picture by Jimmiehov, copyright 2014, all rights reserved 

http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2014/07/blog-post_19.html 

I awoke slowly, my head 

I awoke slowly, my head was throbbing, 
my arm was bleeding, am I still alive? 
I remembered that moment, downward we 
Until the next second, seeming eons 

We crashed.  People screaming, babies crying 
Then I fell again, out of consciousness 
I awoke to moaning, hushed sobs, no tears 
Some alive, some wishing death, most were dead 

Then I saw him, silver cane in hand, tall 
Cold were his eyes, a gruesome grey, shining
Red rays emitted, piercing dark corners
Seeming to be searching the rubble, looking 

I began his search, those alive we helped 
Splinted an arm or leg, stopped their bleeding 
Pulled and walked them from the plane, yet no fire 
The dead we piled, strange, he marked with his cane 

When I awoke again all was quiet 
No grimness, no airplane, no bodies seen 
Another man, golden cane in his hand 
Was I dead, was I marked by the other 

No scratches could I feel, my head was clear 
Clear from the scratch of the dead, clear from aches 
No bleeding, no cuts, like it never was 
The man with the golden cane met me then 

Smiling he said, quite an ordeal you had 
It's over now, thanks for helping down there 
We didn't miss a soul, ours are all here 
The living went on, rest marked for the fire 
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Poem copyright , © 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved

I am linked twice at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.
Once with Kerry O'Conner at A Skyflower Friday -- Shipwreck (link) and
Again with Marian Kent at Tuesday Platform (link)

a somewhat silly ditty ~~ "Small giants and large dwarfs"



Namba Parks in Osaka
Bored Panda 

 

Small giants and large

dwarfs share the landscape

 

Architects delight,

weaving climbers and

tiny windows share

the scene fighting for

 

the top, upside down,

downside up, silly

twins bewilder you

and me, cousins sad

 

to think of what may

become way of life

for normal people

too, way too sick to

 

argue, quarrel. 

Doesn't matter

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Ditty copyright, © 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved

Photo inspiration, Namba Parks in Osaka by Bored Panda , from Kerry's Flash 55 PLUS! Challenge. 

Kerry, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/10/flash-55-plus.html ) introduced us to the Bored Panda website.  There she "came across the post, 15+ of the most Amazing Examples of Japanese Architecture. ... (she) was transfixed by the ergonomic and/or economic use of space" (just right for my giants and large dwarfs).

Oh yes, exactly 55 words, per Kerry's request. 
Note:  I may not be politically correct.  But then, ... (Doesn't matter -- I liked the picture)