Saturday, October 15, 2016
October is ... another Saturday 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 worm
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
Labels: Animals, Calendars, Poem, Real Toads, Syllabic Form
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.
.
.
Photos
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
