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
- - - - - -
- 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.
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
- - - - - -
© 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)
Labels: Eating, irregular rhyme, Jim Does, London Summer 2013, Poem, Syllabic Form, Two-Shoes-Tuesday
Saturday, September 26, 2009
-- Six Word Saturday --
Do you know what I don't?
Gone
We came but you were gone.
We don't know where you went
else we'd go there with you.
A trail of crumbs would show
but birds by the number
do hum a happy song.
How can we ever know
why you have gone or where
you went? We may never.
Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
Gone
We came but you were gone.
We don't know where you went
else we'd go there with you.
A trail of crumbs would show
but birds by the number
do hum a happy song.
How can we ever know
why you have gone or where
you went? We may never.
Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
These lawn chairs were a part of Mom's treasure. They were always on the glassed-in front porch on the farm. When she and Dad moved in to town they were there on the front porch again.
The whole family has spent many a morning, afternoon, or evening reading and watching any traffice that would go by. I remember when Dad got them new, now they are about 65 years old.
The whole family has spent many a morning, afternoon, or evening reading and watching any traffice that would go by. I remember when Dad got them new, now they are about 65 years old.
They are sitting the driveway with only a few bolts holding them together. Repaint and storage for winter is their hoped for upcoming fate. Those bolts left are tougher than I am. I will have some help and better tools to finish that part of my job.
You might like to give this a try.
Here’s how it works – describe your life (or something) in a phrase using just six words.
For more information, ask Cate.
After you post, sign in there with Mr. Linky
and then visit the others listed as you wish.
Here’s how it works – describe your life (or something) in a phrase using just six words.
For more information, ask Cate.
After you post, sign in there with Mr. Linky
and then visit the others listed as you wish.
Labels: Antiques, Family, irregular rhyme, Jim's Life, Poem, Six Word Saturday
