Friday, May 22, 2015

My List ~~ a Challenge Poem, using a "Recipe for Poetry"

Got my list

Places to go, people and things to see
Let's see now, have to get it right:
Day 1, I fly to London
Day 2 through 5, I stay in London (see some kin, see some friends)
Day 6, I fly to Nice, France and stay at hotel
Day 7 through 9, I'll stay in Nice (beaches will be nice, see some friends)
Day 10, fly back to London, spend the night
Day 11, shuttle to Harwich, spend the night
Day 12, board a Holland America ship, head to Norway (see the Channel once more)
Day 13 through 17, at sea (see some wales and fjords)
Day 18, shuttle to London from Harwich,
 . . . . . .board United in afternoon,
 . . . . . .be home later in same afternoon.
Made my list,
that's eighteen days, got to keep them straight
People and things to see, places to go
Bon voyage

Photo and Poem copyright 2015, © jimmiehov, all rights reserved
I am linked with Fireblossom at

Her instructions, "Don't just mention a list without telling us at least some of what's on it. Details, baby. That's what's required here. Please write a NEW poem specifically for this challenge, then link up! Have fun, listies."  

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Tuesday, May 19, 2015

a senryu set for Tuesday Platform

Saving Tears 

Have no tears for me 
Save them for your rainy day 
Sun comes to me first 

Not to be cried for 
I don't remember a thing 
Age has got my mind 

If I made you cry 
Surely you did nothing wrong 
Yes?  Then I forgive 

Twitter me today 
Tweet you back no matter.  Love
you still, save those tears 

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Poem copyright 2015, © jimmiehov, all rights reserved

I'm linked with Kerry at the Real Toads, Tuesday platform
(Posted from my iPad, in the dark)

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Saturday, May 16, 2015

Can't Do -- a Weekend Mini Challenge poem

It's just me, Lord, Can't Do

Please give me a hand through this day
You know I ain't worth much, Can't Do
Can't do a thing, not do it right

I sing but can't carry a tune
Methodists made me leave their choir
Can't carry a tune, shower calls

I draw but nobody knows what
What I draw they call stick man art  
Can't draw a thing, nothing to paint

I like to work, can't hold a job
Get fired like a stove, cooked goose
Can't hold a job, I work too slow

I like to make love, wives won't stay
They up and leave, now I'm alone
Can't do it right, and I can't learn

I like to eat, can't cook a meal
My eggs are tough, leather-like soles
The biscuits all burn, I can't cook

Lord, I can't do it right, all's wrong
Connect the dots? Can't count or learn
This Can't Do's not worth very much
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Photo and Poem copyright 2015, © jimmiehov, all rights reserved

I'm linked with 

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Friday, May 15, 2015

Ducks and Water for 'Queen Bee'

Ducks and Water 

Lazy afternoon, sitting on the bank 
Sunning my sides, warming, thinking of you 
With you by my side Mother Time stands still 
But you out of the swim, can't settle down 
A duck out of water, keeps one leg up 

I'm letting you go for somebody else 
My sides will grow cold, still thinking of you 
Beside someone new, your time standing still 
You're back in the swim, nesting in warm arms 
A duck in the water knows what it wants 

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Photos, Poem copyright 20132014, 2015, © jimmiehov, all rights reserved

I'm linked with Marian at the Imaginary Garden,
 - Marian wanted a newly written poem inspired after glimpsing the works and nature of the author, Dr. Suess, and singer, Taj MahalMahal is after my time, I was not aware of him.
 - Top photo, 2013, was taken at Regent's Park in London.  My grand-daughter, then four, and I were having a paddle boat ride in the lake at the park when we came across this bunch of ducks standing around or sleeping on a small island.  The post was on my other blog, a poem written in conjunction of a group of boat ride pictures.  Her family was living in London at the time, for nearly five years.
 - Bottom photo, 2014, was take at the large pond at the picnic area of our subdivision here in Texas.

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Saturday, May 09, 2015

Yellow Bananas - Sunday's Mini Challenge Poem

Yellow Bananas

To refrigerate or not
People spend their lives
trying to decide
Meantime fruit rots in its bag

Small things like this take our time
Can't make up our minds
Trying to decide
Life should go on, prudent be
Important things take astride
Speckled fruit still good to eat

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Poem copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Heaven, a.k.a. Grace,  at the Real Toads, "Sunday's Mini-challenge: Jane Hirshfield" where we were introduced to the poet, Jane Hirshfield.
 - Grace's challenge is to "write a new poem or prose poem inspired by the title, verse or style by Jane Hirshfield. I chose Hirshfield's poem, Green-Striped Melons found in the Real Toad's posting link above.

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Friday, May 08, 2015

Four (big) Words -- a 'poem' for "Get Listed for May, 2015"

Blood, house (home),
face, and suburb

Blood on the moon
While you're at home
Fear on your face
Suburb fallout

Blood on his knife
You're home alone
Death on his face
Suburb castle

Blood on the floor
His, in your house
Shot in his face
Suburb is safe

Above:  Various houses I've visited.  The one on the lower left is Hemmingway's backyard study in Key West, Florida.  Next on the right is a monastery high up in the hills of Greece. I've been in both of these. 
[You can enlarge any picture by clicking on it.  Most get larger still if you click again.]
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Photos and Poem copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
I am linked with grapeling  at the Real Toads, Get Listed for May: Pablo Neruda
 - Grapling's instructions were to "please write a new poem for this prompt using at least 3 of the list words (or reasonable variants), post it to your own site, and link to that specific poem (not just your blog)." 
 - His resource for this prompt was "the list from the (translated) poems of Pablo Neruda, specifically, from the bilingual edition Pablo Neruda - Selected Poems (Houghton Mifflin, 1970)."
 - I used this one:  "from "I'm Explaining a Few Things", page 151 ( again): suburb, face, house, blood."  I took the liberty to use the word Home instead of House where I felt it to be more appropriate for my poem.

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Monday, May 04, 2015

Dog's life? -- another 55 Flash Plus attempt

Life is but to please my master
His happiness fills my needs
He rewards,
food in my plate,
pat on my head
There is a better side of life
Walks in the park,
flushing rabbit for the hunt,
seeing my subject little boy learning to read
Me, mere hound dog
Fun therapy dog first class

Photo and poem copyright © 2006 and 2015 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor at Real Toads, "FLASH 55 PLUS!" (means exactly 55 words)
 - Flash 55 means to write a poem with exactly 55 words.  Including the title, I did that.
 - Plus was to add a little Zen.  Here I tried to add a touch of Zen.  I feel that dogs can have higher needs than to exist.  Maslow in his hierarchy of needs may have felt otherwise (link). 
 - Adi (profile) was my beloved beagle dog, a therapy dog.  We mainly visited with assisted living residents, many afflicted with Alzheimer's disease.  She also was qualified as a reading dog (link).  Adi died in September, 2012.

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Sunday, May 03, 2015

Little Mouse, did you -- 55 Flash Plus

Little Mouse;
did you?
Little Mouse, did you do
your good deed for today? 
Did you make some playful
child happy and full today?
Little mouse, you can make
soured milk taste so good
Keep your finger out of
the drink, just smile to her
Just don't you forget that
you are her favorite cup
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Photo and Poem copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor at Real Toads, "FLASH 55 PLUS!" (means exactly 55 words)
Flash 55 means to write a poem with exactly 55 words.  Including the title, I did that.
Plus was to add a little Zen.  After a hard 30 days in April, writing every day, I felt   
 that skipping a day (yesterday) and hitting the 55 target was enough.  Some might add a
 touch of Zen.  Not me. 

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Thursday, April 30, 2015

Dan Man's Gone ― Day 30 of NaPoWriMo 2015

Dan the man, the Destructible Dan Man
Came aboard the Mars 2-15 Express
It was a one way ticket, no return
No return ever, meaning not ever
Only UP this ride would go, goodbye all
Okay with Dan, he hated this world
Hated everyone, hated his family
Father and mother, wife and children, all
Full of hatred he, had a plan for all
On his way to Mars, there's no return, safe
Destructible Dan Man, he killed them all
He threw their bodies in the backyard well
5, 4, 3, 2, Lift off, we've had lift off 
The Mars 2-15 has cleared the launch pad
No remorse, safe now, "Dan Man out of here"
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Photo and Poem copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
Day 30, Phew!!  I made each one.  Fun but not an easy task.
1.  This poem was inspired by

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Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Dogwood, Iris, and Dogs ― Day 29 of NaPoWriMo 2015

 Pink Dogwood Tree
Walking along the sidewalk
When we came upon "this tree"
O, oh, oh, raved another
Pink dogwood tree winding down
Blooming still 'til season's end
In full bloom earlier on
More pink than green this dogwood
Always, blooms til season ends

Blue Beagle Iris
Came upon this flower bed
Iris, blue, trace of purple
Likes afternoon shady spot
Just like my old beagle dog

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Photos and Poem copyright © 2015, 2006 and 2015 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

I am linked with the Real Toads, Frog-Cups in New York City

and with 
NaPoWriMo 2015both for Day 29 of National Poem Writing Month
Magaly said, "… and when I was almost home (walking from her NYC dentist), I noticed a tiny plot of frog-cups or Fritillaria meleagris. ... we will write a new poem that will include a flower named after an animal or a bird named after a flower." 

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