New Years Eve poem -- HAPPY NEW YEAR to all

A spine poem:

 

Master of the Game

 

A willing Victim

Claiming his wedding night

Last snow

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Picture and Poem Copyright, Ó Jimmiehov 2016, All Rights Reserved
 
I'm linking with  By brudberg at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/12/physics-with-bjorn-brownian-motion.html
It's a little loose on the prompt but snow, literally, is heaped with physics.
Thank you Bjorn, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
p.s. I am unavailable to return comments but I'd love to have yours.
Next week will be better.  THANKS!

Seagulls I Have Known ~~ a poem for Tuesday Platform

Seagulls I Have Known

 

Seagulls I have known, so near, so far 

They have entered the door of my life

Follow me and my ship, I travel

Others stay at home, contentedly

 

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Seagulls I have known, so near, so far 

Some I have never seen, Face Book friends 

Birthplace or distant lands they have moved 

Living next door, neighbors never met

 

They have entered the door of my life 

In some way, somewhere, our matters touch

Staying for life, days or day, an evening

We laugh, we cry, we love, we may part

 

Follow me and my ship, I travel 

Looking for food, scraps or fish been stirred 

Perhaps their own bellies first, hunger

Or loving others their life's purpose

 

Others stay at home, contentedly 

They, no burning desire to travel

or move away, stay close in comfort

Them a must visit, friendship fire tend 

 

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Some gulls wander, beach's sinking ships 

Age Matters, little ones and unborn

Older ones half forgotten or gone

Others strayed for play, delicacies  

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Some gulls wander, beach's sinking ships

Beckoned by the lure of the unknown 

But their rusted ship nowhere will go

Wisdom tells, from these ships stay away

 

Age matters, little ones and unborn, 

perhaps a grandchild, bright their future

Teens and young adults guidance give them

Parents.  All their flights can use our light

 

Older ones half forgotten or gone 

Loved, in our hearts remain, memories

Role models for us, knew where the fish, 

when to dive, with patience they waited

 

Others strayed for play, delicacies 

Fulfilling inborn adventure lust

We love them still, wish for their content

And envy them not, our life our own

 

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Seagulls I have known, touching my life 

Blessings they've been or projects for me

Friends the most, fleeting or here to stay

Their flights, my path, delicately merged 

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Pictures and Poem Copyright, Ó Jimmiehov 2016, All Rights Reserved

 

I'm linking with Marian at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/12/the-tuesday-platform_27.html

 

Note:  Again I very likely will not be returning your comments.  I am sorry not to but I do hope that you will still leave your comments here.  These days will soon end and I will again try to faithfully return your nice comments.  Thank you, Jim

Ride a painted pony

Ride a painted pony

catch the wind, hang on tight
The pony does his best
to give you a nice ride

Ride a painted pony
He'll take you where you want 
Wherever you want to go
Up town, down town, or home

Ride a painted pony
You'll get to know him well
Perhaps the best friend yet
Feel his kiss slobber filled

Ride a painted pony
Some are painted colors
you've not dreamed, red, blue, green
This horse goes round and round

Ride a painted pony
Some will ride theirs to school
Really nice show and tell
Kids will love him, covet

Ride a painted pony
You will out live him sure
That's the plan God has set
Makes us love our pet more
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Poem copyright, Jimmiehov,2016, All Rights Reserved

I'm logged with the Real Toads, Tuesday Platform, at
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/12/the-tuesday-platform_20.html

Flash poetry, "Little Snowbird"

 Little Snowbird 

Little snow bird, where do you go?  
Sitting warm here on the plaza, 
I'd like to know where all you go 

Dressed so fine, tight short shorts of white 
Every step you take, every bite 
you eat, I want to watch them all 

Hiding from the snow and its drifts 
Here in the sunshine strutting fine 
White shorts shapely legs, nice turn-on 

Here on my Plaza bench, Christmas 
Tree sanctified,  there's room for you 
Music's Latin beat, we can dance 
Ask Mama? May I take you home? 
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Poem copyright, Jimmiehov,2016, All Rights Reserved

Today I'm linked with Magaly's Flash Fiction, "Snow Birthed Tales (13  lines  maximum) at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads; http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/12/poetry-and-flash-fiction-with-magaly.html