Walker, Take Care -- a Poem for Sundy Muse -- and a Goodbye Note

 

                Tight Rope Walker 

            Mr. Tight Rope Walker, hear 

            Beware the lying big hawk 

            He's a liar through and through 

            He'll lead you to destruction 

            A terrible fall he wants 

            Wants you to crash, you could die 

            He holds the end of your rope 

            Clutching with his tiny claws 

            Getting tired he leads you on 

            Remember what you have learned 

            Keep your fate in your own hands 

            That's our trade's unwritten rule 

            You did well in rope walking 

            Class of Flying Trapeze School 

            Jumpers should pack their own chutes 

            You've no chute Walker turn back 

Flying Trapeze School, photo copyright, Jimmiehov 2013 
https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2013/07/two-shoes-tuesday-poem.html

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2013 and 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Carrie for the prompt picture at the top, for the Sunday Muse # 259 at       https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2023/05/sunday-muse-259.html 

 - The bottom photo was taken at one of my visits to the Regents Park in London.  We went often when our daughter took her family and went there for her work.  She stayed five years, her company paid flat was within walking distance of this park and Beatle territory, Paul McCartney lived one block from her flat in his own house.  

- We all like Carri and thank her for her serving her for such a long time.  However, Carrie has decided to shut down the Sunday Muse after next week, making 260 weeks this blog has run.  I probably will not write anymore Sunday poems after next week.  

    My two other weekend blogs are a meme type post on "Jim's Little Blog" click here, and on this blog for "Friday Writings" which is for poetry and prose type writings.  Sometimes I write casually, during the week with free or prompted poems for "dVerse", https://dversepoets.com/ .  They will appear on this blog as I write. 

    At Christmas time I plan to keep up my "jim's little Christmas tree farm" posts, starting a few weeks before Christmas.  I also have there recipes and other stuff now and then.  Then too, this will possibly free me up for more often posting a Q&A blog, "Ask Dr. Jim (blog)" 

     click here.  

 - GOODBYE CARRIE, 

        we have enjoyed your work products.  Please keep our URLs on your 

                list and come visit and/or write with us when you can.  

                        THANK YOU 

                               so very much!!  

                                        Jim H

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The Little House -- a Poem for Friday Writings and dVerse Poetics

             photo digital artist Erik Johansson - Surrealism

            Once upon 

        Once upon a time 

        there was a man and woman 

        who lived in a little inside out 

        house Nothing remained hidden 

        from them though all was devoid  

        for the rest of the world Just like  

        it wasn't there at all  When the 

        woman came to feed the chickens 

        inside she was dismayed  The 

        door was ajar off its upper hinge  

        The lights were on and the chickens 

        were gone  Four books science 

        and poetry subjects were stolen 

        and another lay on the ground  

        pages all scattered around  A total 

        mess inside seems they'd tried to 

        make it a home  They couldn't no 

        one except inside out people could 

        So they had left no thanks to anyone

        The woman left in a hurry  There were 

        no chickens to feed  She was to tell 

        the man  He was violently mad  Made 

        his exit not waiting for the woman  She 

        would follow in a moment   Had to fix 

        her makeup first  It too was inside out 

        Chocolate flavored  But when they got 

        to the house  Bad bad  It had been 

        burned to the ground 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo Courtesy of Eric Johansson, his URL www.erikjo.com 

 - I am linked with Mish for the Photo Prompt at dVerse Poetics evening,  

  https://dversepoets.com/2023/05/09/poetics-slipping-into-surrealism-with-erik-johansson/ 

 - Mish has other pieces of his photography work at the site above 

 - I also linked it with Magaly at the Friday Writings #76  at    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2023/05/friday-writings-76-to-do-lists.html?m=1  

although I opted not. to use her prompt for this week which involved lists and a Poem or prose to tell of the progress or lack of progress with the list's fulfillment.   

    list from my search 

 - If you wish to see what others have written for her Johansson photos       

   Click Here

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A Date?" -- a short Prose Piece for dVerse Prosery

        The blind date

"On this day without a date, on a back street, dusky" and greasy, leaned a lady await. Dateless, still she was ready, willing to go.   Name the place, she'll hop in your jalopy.

Drove to a stop, what to do next?

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 - Photo and Prose Piece Copyright, Jimmiehov  2014 and 2023 respectively, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo from http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2014/07/blog-post_19.html (2014) and also https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2016/08/by-day-i-troubled-poem-for-tuesday.html#comment-form (2016 - a dark poem)  

 - I'm linked with Lisa, aka msjadeli , at dVerse — Prosery — Charles Simic: Finding Our Pack, at 

        https://dversepoets.com/2023/05/08/dverse-prosery-charles-simic-finding-our-pack/

 - Lisa wishes for us to use these 11 words from Charles Simic, and write a short piece of prose with no more than 144 words--mine has 44 

    "On this day without a date, 

     on a back street, dusky" 

 - To read other's few-word works, click here 

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