Mixed ~~ a Poem for Artistic Interpretation challenge

Sitting here

On the end

  Working

  on the newsletter

It's about to go out

Out of the corner

Of my eye

  To the left

    I can see gobs

    Of lemons piled

In a jar.

Smell them, I think

They're about

  To act up

I can tell by  

Their smell

  Gasoline and

  chemicals,

should be a tart and tangy

Citrus smell

Bite in,

  crunchy

And no

 Taste at all

 

Fakes, fakes

    Everywhere

What do you know

  Now fake lemons

In a jar.

Full

 

To the dead ahead

  position

It's a pile of

  Ladies' magazines

I don't need

to peek

  I already know

What's inside

How to

Look Really Nice

For Your

Man

(or For

    Your Lady)  

 

Are you

Getting

Enough

 

Sleep?

 

Here's one

On a different

  s
    l
      a
        n
          t

Tasty items

   Oozing

Out

Listen to

  the sizzle

In the

  pan

Tell by

        the smell

Hamburgers.

I'm drifting

Off

MacDonald's is

 Calling me now

What newsletter

 

Oh 

Yes  

Chocolate Pie

  For Desert
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 - Photos and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 


- I'm linked with   Susie Clevenger , at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Bits Of Inspiration ~ Mixed Media Art, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/05/bits-of-inspiration-mixed-media-art.html

 - I mix more senses than art but I do have text and photos.
 - Mrs. Jim made this Chocolate Pie. She gave a couple of slices to our younger daughter and SIL.  We still have half of it left.
 - For real I was working on a weekly newsletter--I decided to use the surrounding 'stuff' as subjects for my "Artistic Interpretation".  Weird?
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a Poem, Earth Reborn -- for Tuesday Platform

The Day the Earth was Reborn

Smoldering fires here and there

Dotting grotesque, bare landscape scorched

Everything living and the dead

Becoming ashes useless toys

Toys of the powers here now are

Beings from another planet

Heat they can easily withstand

None on this burned land had survived

No life here until these creatures  
Being dropped by great great powers

Powers that had stood by watching

Observing man destruct himself

 
Plan too grandiose for them, failed

Personality was their flaw

Ego building, wealth, power plays 

Consumed, intelligence a waste

These puppets, mindless, insect-like

Their purpose preprogrammed when built

Procreation's luxury gone 

Guided by invisible strings

Toys fueled by carbon digestion

Inorganic mechanical

Bot beings time limited joy

Awaiting next generation
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 - Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with Marian, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/05/the-tuesday-platform_16.html
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a Poem, "Caught between a rock and ...."

Picture is Public Domain from Wikipedia (link)
James Gillray, Britannia between Scylla and Charybdis (1793)

What to do, need I say 

There was a man who had three wives 

Two were a treat to look at, but 

Living with them was different 

Names changed, protect the innocent 

Sylvia was good at loving 

But a nag in the off season 

Charlie Anne could cook up a storm 

Constant chatter shattered ear drums 

Helen loved, cooked and sewed.  A doll 
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 - Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with Magaly Guerrero, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Mythical Prejudice (Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly), http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/05/mythical-prejudice-poetry-and-flash.html
Notes: 
 - 1) Magaly wants us to write a three verse, nine line poem, about a mythical person about whom we have read.  Or 313 words, mine is 63 words.

 - 2) "Scylla and Charybdis were mythical sea monsters noted by Homer; Greek mythology sited them on opposite sides of the Strait of Messina between Sicily and the Italian mainland. Scylla was rationalized as a rock shoal (described as a six-headed sea monster) on the Italian side of the strait and Charybdis was a whirlpool off the coast of Sicily (more, from Wikipedia)..."
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