This poem is ...

This Poem is an Elephant, a Crawfish,  and a Golfing Man (a Golfer Putting)
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This poem is a little reddened crawfish
This poem is a strong elephant
This poem is an old man puttering around

This poem has been crying
it wishes it had more love and affection than it gets
This poem is a doll, a toy waiting to be loved
it will sing and sing as long as her batteries are strong
This poem is a young miss, married for two years
but now she is a crawfish red from crying

This poem is big and strong
it is capable of showing much love and affection
This poem is also a doll, a toy who really is very handsome
It will sing with crocodile tears along with anyone who cries
This poem is a young fellow, married for two years
but who acts like an old lumbering elephant after the honeymoon ends

This poem is love, small and slowed
it is dawdling in slow motion when it should be hurrying
This poem is a figurine, a miniature statue of a golfer, putting
It is slow and steady. It likes to play its game more than to love
This poem is love, love that is puttering around now
And after two years that love is sputtering, very seldom showed.

This poem is a young lass, married two years, a puckered crawfish all red from crying
This poem is a young man, whose love life has gone stale, a lumbering elephant
This poem is love, sputtering love that seldom shows, old man love puttering around
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Picture and Poem Copyright 2014, © Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Today I am linked (link) with Hannah at the Real Toads, Sunday's Mini Challenge
Monday Update:  I am also linking (link) with Kerry's Real Toads, Open Mondays posting

Hannah wants us to write in a form she has devised and called it the Boomeranged Metaphor poem. The first set of three lines go out in " Create three, “This poem is a ____,” statements" and are returned at the end with some edification and amplification permitted and perhaps encouraged.
Additionally, upon the return, a metaphor has been developed between each line the first set of three and the final three.  You can learn more from the link above to Hannah's directions.

Another me? (and another selfie)

My Other Me 

Is he merely brash and imposing

a sorry imposter of myself

Is he real, a mean and threatening man

one who's stolen my identity 

Not the man on the moon far away

far, in another world of his own

My friend saw him only yesterday

smiling on her TV she had said 

Did he have a beard, all shiny white

A lawyer telling his client's plight,

lady accused of killing her man,

who ran him down with her Mercedes? 

That was the one, but he isn't me

He's rich and famous, celebrity

People get us confused all the time

My doppelgänger I've never met 

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Pictures and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

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In case you wonder, the bottom one REALLY is ME.

 

Today I'm linked (link) with the

Real Toads, Fire Blossom Friday

 

She said, "I want you to write about the other you. What if you had married X instead of Y? What if you had chosen a different path in life? If you had a hundred chances at living this life you're in, what might one of those lives be like? I ask only that your alternate self be possible; maybe not likely, but at least possible."

An Ode to Mr. Williams

Mr. Tin Man and I discussed

the death of a dear friend of mine.

Tin Man and I traveled our road,

famous yellow road of gold bricks.
 

My friend Mr. Williams and I

traveled another road, his path.

A good man, family, friends, job, and

golf were on a path that he shared.
 

He doesn't walk that road any more,

Tin Man suggested, write an ode to him.

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An Ode to Mr. Williams 

Everett Williams was a dear friend of mine

We played some golf and we talked up a storm

He loved the do-overs, his Mulligans**¹**

I read and shared with him that a driver

for older persons might use their three wood

Then straight down the fairway went his drives

National Senior Games found him at third place**²**

He played his age, he was ninety-five

Everett died on June Seventeen this year

I learned of it through Googling on his name 

Surprised was I, we hadn't contacted

since his final Christmas card for last year

We had moved away, a hundred miles north

But still we played golf on the cooler days

His favorite pose was with a club in hand,

leaning over a pond fishing for balls

The last I knew, Everett was still driving

He drove to the grocery store, to his church,

and to his favorite golf courses

He'd bought a new car in two-eleven 

Everett was proud of his home on the creek

and loved to tell of his blue-bonneted lane

Once he invited a lady friend over

"Come see my blue bonnet pictures," he said

I asked him, had he any etchings to show

This age-old pick up line he didn't know

He once was the water commissioner,

office he held eight years when he was young

Everett loved politics, he volunteered

one time to be my campaign manager**³**

Everett was a widower for six years

His wife, Elma, died at age ninety

They'd been married for seventy-three

He loved his kids, was proud of seven grandkids

He was a fireman for thirty-eight,

he retired his volunteer job as chief

He loved his church and was a deacon there

I will miss my friend Everett, a good friend

My regret is that we didn't play more golf,

a lot of golf after we moved away

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Picture of Tin Man and Jim on the Yellow Brick Road and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
Everett Williams picture was on his obituary published by the Jeeter Funeral Home (link)

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Today I am linked with Susie Clevenger at the Real Toads, the Yellow Brick Road

Notes:
**1** Mulligans in golf allow a golfer to have another hit in place of his previous bad shot (link)
**2** Everett place third in the 2013 Summer National Senior Association Games, golf men 95-96 (link). For about 30 years Mr. Williams has been using his three wood instead of his driver.  Before that his hits off the tee were going all kinds of places or else he would miss the ball.
**3** I ran for a newly created Justice of the Peace position.  I won the primary but lost in the general election 49+ percent to my opponent's 50+ percent.