Friday, May 26, 2023
Letter "U" -- Friday's Weekend Roundup 10 / Reflections and-or Street/Candid Captures
- Tom's Requests: Starts with "U"; A Favorite; and Tom's suggestion, "U"gly.
- James' request, Reflections and/or Street Photos/Candid Captures.
_ _ _ _
Starts with "U": "U" will be for Umbrella today. Last year there were three, these two shortened type but I lost my black one, left it on a bus in London,, and now I use the one on the right.
It was Mrs. Jim's, but it became tricky to open so we got her a new one like the tricky one. Now I use the older one instead of buying a new one.
Her newer one has identification stickers, one is on the handle's end, you see the white glob on the end.
A Favorite: I hope you won't accuse me of being vane by posting a photo of myself. But it is my favorite. We, Mrs. Jim and I, were on the Sydney, Australia, ferry that goes around to the other side of Sidney peninsula. The bridge takes one over
to an Island (??) to the north.
James' request, Reflections: Don't say a muddy puddle won't give off a Reflection. I was at the back of our library and noticed this mother duck herding her eleven baby ducklings over for a swim. According to our newspaper this was the first time to come to Texas after a four-year hiatus.
Something "Light": Kids Advice on Love and Marriage
=================================
HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHOM TO MARRY?
No person really decides before they grow up who
they're going to marry. God decides it all way before,
and you get to find out later who you're stuck with.
* Kirsten, age 10
Tom's suggestion, "Ugly": Colors, Ugly and broken. Why do I use them?
See my 2018 poem below or go here.
Colour my World -- a Poem for Tuesday
https://www.flickr.com/photos/tabor-roeder/16462767919Composing with Color
Why do I use broken crayons to write
Colors in small pieces I've lost their names
Their wrappers are gone they're no longer proud
Now looking dull still for me they'll wax bright
It's for those bright hues on paper they leave
I'm inspired to fashion my morning thoughts
Evening ones too, even in midday's heat
Mournful sticks colorful hues they invoke
That the color shows through to those who read
That their thoughts and dreams can depart this world
Mono-colored and ugly bit brightened
My hope for them those broken crayons bring
"Thanks" to those small naked pieces of wax
You have lightened the young and old and me _ _ _ _ (more) - Photos and Poem Copyright, 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved (see above link for source of my PrintScreen Photo)
- I'm linked with Pat (willow_switches) at the Real Toads, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/06/tuesday-platform-colour-world-in-words.html Labels: Aus-NZ, Birds, Friday's Weekend Roundup 10, Humor(?), Mustang, Poem, Reflections, Syllabic Form
Saturday, September 26, 2020
City and Country -- a Poem for The Sunday Muse # 127
.
She milked the cows;
he farmed the land
She was a city girl, young
on her first job
They had met before in a
neighboring town
The girls all knew, "stay away"
from that fast town
She went there anyway, met
her future man
Married, this city girl young
cried the first night
Not accustomed to farm life
there by themselves
Barely knew a pig from a horse
she'd learn a lot
Husband was beside himself
gave her a calf
The calf wasn't like her cat
it stayed apart
Never sat in her lap but
stayed in corral
Sort of a pet but still its
future uncertain
To market when it was grown
or milking cow
Please a milking cow begged
this city girl
Keep it they did, calved and milked
called her Blackie
Blackie still her pet corralled
with other cows
Knew her name leader became
"Queen of the cows"
Blackie loved this city girl
she loved her cow
A country girl became, they
love their pet cows
_ _ _
- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
- Before I started high school I was in 4H and had a Brown Swiss calf as a project. Dad kept the calf, soon named Brownie, as a milking cow. She gave a lot of milk and had good feeding calves, he kept her for a long time, probably until she died of old age. In high school, as an FFA project for my last two years each I raised a litter of pigs. Those pigs, 8 and 9, became farmstead pets who followed us around.
- And my mom was a city girl before marrying Dad. She was away in Lincoln, Nebraska, working as secretary for a state legislator. Dad share cropped on one of his father's small farms, half of all the crops went to Grandpa until he died and Dad became its owner. They were married for 67 years until Mom died. She raised the chickens and took care of the egg production. She also milked cows until I was age five and took her place. She was Dad's helper from husking corn to slopping pigs. When they retired they, having purchased a home in town, moved to it.
.
Labels: Family, Poem, Sunday Muse, Syllabic Form
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
_ _ _ _
Photos and Poem copyright, © 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved
I'm linked with Magaly at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads,
Bonus fact, the only truth here, my birthday is in October, near Halloween
Labels: Animals, Calendars, Poem, Real Toads, Syllabic Form
Saturday, November 07, 2015
Six Word Saturday -- Car Fun
My six words:
Going small? Two for one parking
It goes at a crawl
because my car is so small
I'm having a ball
Photo and Poem copyright 2015, Ó Jimmiehov., All Rights Reserved
Six Word Saturday fine print:
Describe your life (or something) in a phrase using just six words for Six Word Saturday. Click the box at right to visit Cate's blog with Mr. Linky showing all the other blogs participating this week. Cate is the boss at Six Word Saturday. She would like for you to participate.
Labels: Cars, London, Poem, Senryū, Six Word Saturday, Syllabic Form
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Two Shoes Tuesday ~~ Another Poem (of sorts)
.
Words Broken;
God's Plan?
Promises are only words -- silly words?
They say sticks and stones can break my bones. Still,
words can never hurt me. First grade lesson
Will it still be a promise I've made if
I cross my fingers? You betcha it will
No one's there, will a falling tree make noise?
"To have and to hold, from this day forward,
for better, for ... to love ... to cherish, till
death do us part, ... God's holy ordinance"*
Promises are meant to be kept -- God's Law
Will it hurt when a promise is broken?
You betcha it will -- no mere silly words
- - - - - -
Poem and Photos Copyright
© 2013 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved
- - - - - -
- 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 Words(4) and Broken(1).
*Notes:
1. Wedding Vows & Readings (link)
2. Pictures: (click on them to enlarge)
-- Top -- KP and Mrs. Jim having confidential talk while watching the guard's movements in front of Buckingham Palace (and looking for "Baby News" postings).-- Middle -- Skype photo capture while chatting with KP in March, 2012. She was riding her scooter then and still does.-- Bottom -- Mrs. Jim and Jim having Tapas for lunch (the drink is a Sangria) in a London Pub, La Tasca James Street, in St Christopher's Place.Labels: Eating, irregular rhyme, Jim Does, London Summer 2013, Poem, Syllabic Form, Two-Shoes-Tuesday
Yes, I remember those crayons, I didn't like them at all. I liked new unused crayons. But of course you are right, "they'll wax bright." Your poem colors the world bright.
ReplyDeleteEven small bits can create colourful scenes. Cool one, Jim.
ReplyDeleteYou had me right at the first stanza - what a way to just stop and swoop in and see the beauty for what it is, less than picture perfect - but whoop! it takes the brave heart and curious mind to say, hey, grab me this and let's play anyhow - because any colour is better than none at all.
ReplyDeletefun poem Jim :)
I think I need some crayons to feel happy again.
ReplyDeleteI'm inspired to fashion my morning thoughts
ReplyDeleteEvening ones too, even in midday's heat
Colors have a way of extending its kaleidoscopic hues to dampen sadness and loneliness. If only one gives time for its presence, it is a good pay-off!
Hank
The sadness of crayons for me was that favorite colours wore down too quickly leaving me with greens and browns (which I dare not use) with my colour blindness problem lest I be laughed at. It didn't help as they laughed anyway with seas and sands and skies but no trees or bushes or leaves anywhere!
ReplyDeleteI always kept the small pieces of crayon and memorized their names, like an orange called 'bitter sweet' - the first oxymoron I learnt.
ReplyDeleteEvery house hold should have crayons with kids and without. Clever and colorful write Jim!!
ReplyDelete "- The pictures mostly are all mine and rights are reserved to me under Copyright Law.
- I am linked with Tom of "Backwoods Traveler" (click here, Link, for Tom's Weekend Reviews)
- I am also linking again this week with James of "Weekend Reflections/Street Photos" (click here for his Street Folk and Reflections Photos).