#19 - 19th Christmas Tree post,

[Photo copied from a FB friend, thank you]

     Santa  Ready 

'Tis Christmas Eve 

Stockings are hung 

All are asleep 

Santa will come 

Will he bring toys 

He aims to please 

All girls and boys 

So he'll for me 

Thanks in advance 

I'll dance for joy 

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- Ditty Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, all Rights Reserved 

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A Poem, Hand, Ear, and Eye

 

My Slapping Hand

My slapping hand is a virgin

Been plugged to my ear all it's life

It's heard nasty hurtful talking

But my hand has not slapped one time

My slapping hand a virgin still

Changing the plug now to the eye

and it's seeing injustices

of the world and ready to slap

 

My slapping hand will sting a bit

Virginity's film to be gone

 

Seeing eye

…….……..Shaping hand

…….……………………..Comes change  

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
 - Photo of painting Artist Alexandra Dillon, copied from Carrie's link below
 - I am linked with Carrie Van Horn at the Sunday Muse, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/06/sunday-muse-111.html?m=1
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My Grandchildren

Where were your grandchildren today;    Or if you don't have some, where were 
      you; that your grandmother would care 

From youngest to oldest I pray

Where are they what are they doing

It is a mean crazy world today

How there do those grandchildren cope  

Lovely granddaughters I have four 

Oldest two working at their homes 

Both married, one mother of two  

Younger two school has been their thing 

One, college grad, now at D.C. 

At White House front she's protesting 

The younger's home, in junior high 

Works Soduko, beats me at Clue  

My two grandsons do their own thing 
 

Keep good tabs on your grandchildren  

Stay in good terms and good graces 

One day soon they'll be watching you 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo by Joel, see Magaly's post below 

 - I am linked with Magaly Guerrero in the Writers' Pantry #23 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/06/writers-pantry-23-growing-along-with.html?m=1 . 

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Poem ~~ Leaving the Desert

Happy 

I walked through the touch screen  that day 

Happy that I was free once more 

O fingers would poke and tickle 

Leaving tales I'd now be privy 

Leaving the desert is easy 

You'll please leave your shoes by the door 

Let the fingers tread on your toes 

Read the latest hot tweets and poems 

Folks think they live in a mirage 
Being born here, they put on airs  
They've been poked too much,  head to toe  
Counting electrons day and night 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo Courtesy of the Link Below 

 - I am linked with Carrie Van Horn, Sunday Muse #92 at http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/01/sunday-muse-92.html?m=1

My Poem, a Tanka, for Midweek Motiff

Perverted Thief

One he can't forgive 

Stole his bride of thirteen years 

Perverted boy toy 

Boy's found Lord of Forgiveness 

Still now our friend won't forgive 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved 

 - I  linked with Sumana Roy at Poets United Midweek Motiff, http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/10/poets-united-midweek-motif-forgiveness.html?m=1

Rabbit Ears at the Card Shop

Day Twenty-five of March Spiky Squares!

[where Becky of Winchester's other entries are]

 

 

Becky is the keeper of the Square stuff.  March is Spiky Squares. 

The picture has to be square.  Mine is "CD Cover" squared according
to Picasa 3, my photo helper app but discontinued by Google. 

Becky's posts can be seen at the link above.
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Rabbit ears of the card shop
Real pointy, sharp, but they're soft 
Don't let them see you coming
They're peeking out of their box
 

One Single Impression: What's It Like?

to be on your own**
to be all alone
you can't get back home

please leave me alone

Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

Find more poems at One Single Impression
"What's It Like" as prompt,
suggested by Alana of After the Pole

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Painting is easy when you don’t know how, but very difficult when you do. Edgar Dégas
The same may go for poetry? (whatever, I enjoy painting with the words!)


**How does it feel--Like a rolling stone
"How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?"
Like a rolling stone by Bob Dylan (lyrics)