Tuesday, September 03, 2013
Troll Lives Here
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Troll Lives Here .............
That's what they said,
and don't dare go near the bridge
guarded by the two white swans.
The big birds are slaves of the troll. They
will drown any trespasser on sight.
Who are we to argue with those lords,
I hear they have guns and WOMDs*.
A troll lives here, stay
far away from his lair we were told.
Now my partner is mighty bold
so she turned our boat the other way,
to where a small white sentry bird
was standing. He clucked
and screamed. We knew these creatures,
simple as they seemed, were not of
the wild but were vassals of the troll.
With no escape in the channels now we looked to the shores of the lagoon. What seemed so safe till
we approached was guarded by still
more serfs. They were of grey and dull nature and half asleep on their spindly legs.
Then for us they too screeched their
message, "not wanted here."
We steered to the other side where by grace of Heavens, there was a place
for us to land our ship. Stranger still,
these contented grey creatures had
another nature. They screeched not of doom and death. Rather they bode,
"Welcome to the Promised Land."
We dropped anchor and lived happily
ever after, reminiscing of Gilligan.
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- This post was written for Two Shoes Tuesday of Josie's Two Shoes.
- Josie's Directions: Your contribution must be in the form of an original poem, essay, or short story (fiction or non-fiction), and it must be a u piece - not something drawn from your other writings or archives.
- The September 3rd writing prompts to choose from are Creature and Wild. Have Fun!
Troll Lives Here .............That's what they said,
and don't dare go near the bridge
guarded by the two white swans.
The big birds are slaves of the troll. They
will drown any trespasser on sight.
Who are we to argue with those lords,
I hear they have guns and WOMDs*.
A troll lives here, stay far away from his lair we were told.
Now my partner is mighty bold
so she turned our boat the other way,
to where a small white sentry bird
was standing. He clucked
and screamed. We knew these creatures,
simple as they seemed, were not of
the wild but were vassals of the troll.
With no escape in the channels now we looked to the shores of the lagoon. What seemed so safe till we approached was guarded by still
more serfs. They were of grey and dull nature and half asleep on their spindly legs.
Then for us they too screeched their
message, "not wanted here."
We steered to the other side where by grace of Heavens, there was a place for us to land our ship. Stranger still,
these contented grey creatures had
another nature. They screeched not of doom and death. Rather they bode,
"Welcome to the Promised Land."
We dropped anchor and lived happily
ever after, reminiscing of Gilligan.
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and Story Poem Copyright ©
2013 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved
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*WOMDs -- Weapons of Mass Destruction- This post was written for Two Shoes Tuesday of Josie's Two Shoes.
- Josie's Directions: Your contribution must be in the form of an original poem, essay, or short story (fiction or non-fiction), and it must be a u piece - not something drawn from your other writings or archives.
- The September 3rd writing prompts to choose from are Creature and Wild. Have Fun!
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One Sunday while we were in London, August 26 (2013), Mrs. Jim, KP, and I were at Regent's Park (link) again. The 410 acre park is within walking distance of Karen and Billy's flat. It is the home of the London Zoo. For children there are three play grounds and about six places to buy ice cream or gelato.
This time we rented us a paddle boat and explored the limits of the lake and stream that went through, as far as we were allowed. Many times we have come to feed the birds, admire the garden flower settings, or just get our exercise walking.
Labels: Jim Does, KP, London Summer 2013, Open-Link-Mondays, Poem, Prose Poem, Real Toads, Two-Shoes-Tuesday
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Two Shoes Tuesday ~~ A Poem
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- This post was written for Two Shoes Tuesday of Josie's Two Shoes.
- Josie's Directions: Your contribution must be in the form of an original poem, essay, or short story (fiction or non-fiction), and it must be a u piece - not something drawn from your other writings or archives.
- The July 9th writing prompts to choose from or do both are Easy(4) and Wind(2).
The Fast Learner
It sounded so easy,
Flying Trapeze School.
Just get on-line and pay your fee.
Big Al Lee did that right after
he saw the sign at the park.
First day at school was a lark.
He'd never had so much fun
at the park. Push ups and pull ups
were easy for him,
a body builder from the start.
He wasn't keen on staying
with the others as he figured
he was way ahead.
All this was talk, they even
prodded him to take notes.
But Al Lee never took a note in his
life and wasn't about to do it now.
The day of Safety School
he played hooky. Easy stuff,
he just didn't come to class
as he knew all that already.
His final day of school came
early for him. He climbed
up the ladder and did a few
spins and twirls at the top.
Then along came a big wind
and blew our Al Lee down.
He broke seventeen bones
and had to leave the school.
You see, Al Lee was the only
one to go up that day. All
the others learned not to climb
in the wind at Safety School.
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It sounded so easy,
Flying Trapeze School.
Just get on-line and pay your fee.
Big Al Lee did that right after
he saw the sign at the park.
First day at school was a lark.
He'd never had so much fun
at the park. Push ups and pull ups
were easy for him,
a body builder from the start.
He wasn't keen on staying
with the others as he figured
he was way ahead.
All this was talk, they even
prodded him to take notes.
But Al Lee never took a note in his
life and wasn't about to do it now.
The day of Safety School
he played hooky. Easy stuff,
he just didn't come to class
as he knew all that already.
His final day of school came
early for him. He climbed
up the ladder and did a few
spins and twirls at the top.
Then along came a big wind
and blew our Al Lee down.
He broke seventeen bones
and had to leave the school.
You see, Al Lee was the only
one to go up that day. All
the others learned not to climb
in the wind at Safety School.
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Poem and Photo Copyright
© 2013 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved
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© 2013 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved
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- This post was written for Two Shoes Tuesday of Josie's Two Shoes.
- Josie's Directions: Your contribution must be in the form of an original poem, essay, or short story (fiction or non-fiction), and it must be a u piece - not something drawn from your other writings or archives.
- The July 9th writing prompts to choose from or do both are Easy(4) and Wind(2).
Labels: Humor(?), Poem, Prose Poem, Stories, Two-Shoes-Tuesday
