Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Homophones, love my luv -- Words Count

Love my LUV
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Homophones, love luv
Love my Chevy LUV pickup
Old truck that I love
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[Pictured is a 1981 Chevy LUV second generation, made only one year for the U.S.(LINK)]

Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Notes:  
 - A homophone is a word that is pronounced the same as another word but differs in meaning, and may differ in spelling (link).  
 - I did take poetic license hear, I have never owned a Chevy LUV but have owned its successor, a Chevy S-10 pickup. I did have a 1972 Datsun pickup which was the same year as the first generation LUVs came out. 
 - Also the name besides being a part of a homophone pair is an acronym for light utility vehicle.  You might argue that an acronym is NOT a word, especially a Scrabble word, as it is merely pronounced as if it was a word rather than just a series of individual letters.
 - To read more about the Chevrolet LUV please click HERE.

Today I am Linked with the Real Toads, Words Count With Mama Zen

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Sunday, November 30, 2014

Grandpa's gone now -- A 'Challenge' answer poem



Grandpa, raconteur friend, gone
 
Grandpa lived in the good old days
Days of old when children played free
Free of worried moms' curtains peek
He'd be safe until supper time
 
Grandpa ran away, lets go too
We've packed some lunch, water bottle,
And the works in life's small treasures
A dead frog, old key, some marbles
 
We catch a ride, a wagon train
Bright with Gypsy decorations
Bundled away out of the cold
Breakfast porridge, chicken at night
 
One complaint from us, chores to do
Beg from farmers' doorsteps still damp
Damp with warm milk spilt every morn
Get our portion, us urchins bold
 
Then one day the sheriff he comes
Inspecting the train, horses too
Some he takes, Farmer Joe ID's
Under the blanket he finds us
 
We talk about those days of old
We're old now ourselves eighty-five
We snatch a key, drive to Mac Dee
Senior coffee, egg biscuit hot
 
Relive those days, our stories long
How our Gypsy hosts made kids work
How they boiled in oil Gramp's dead frog
Gypsy potion against the flu
 
We've just spread our strawberry jam
Second coffee filled, daughter comes
She'd seen us leave, knew where we'd be
Time for Grandpas to come back home
 
My dream tonight, it's true my oath
Grandpa's in Heaven telling tales
How Gypsies got us, olden day
How we'd escape in borrowed truck
 
Grandpa now six years older, gone
Gone to "a better place"--they're right
Daughter peeking through the curtains
Wonders, angels' ride did he steal


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

I am linked with Björn Rudberg at the Real Toads, Sunday Mini-Challenge Time-travel

Also I am linked with  at the Real Toads, Open Monday (Link)

Bjorn's challenge  is to "Write a piece of poetry or prose that use past, present and future in the same poem."  I tried to do that.  I'll proof it again tomorrow.  :)

Notes: 
(1)  I have written several "Grandpa" poems on this blog and some more that mention the word "grandpa" within their bodies.  Go HERE to read some of them (this 'Old Blogger' machine does not make a "Next Page" button).

(2)  Pictures, top to bottom: (you can click on any for a larger few, click again for bigger still) 
 - Empty Rocking Chair, one of four on our back porch;
 - Elephant Driving Peddle Car taken in our local Toys 'R Us elephant plush toy display;
 - Fall Scarecrow was sitting in the lobby of my doctor's office;
 - a selfie I took on one of few of our cold Southeast Texas days;
 - Pretty Girl Green Jeep taken parked in front of a home in Key West, Florida; and
 - Faithful Shepherd Pal (it may not be neither a shepherd dog nor a 'him') waiting for his mistress in front of a church in Dolgellau, Gwynedd, Wales (beautiful little town, you should visit there--or spend two days and a night like we did).  The church was having a Saturday Morning Coffee event which we attended.  Mrs. Jim bought a couple of embroideried items and we had several servings of excellent (free) coffee and scones.

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Saturday, November 22, 2014

Fight against transitoriety

Come join in the fight against transitoriety,
that is, the lack of permanence


There are problems of dimensions man can never see a model, nor can your graphing calculator or  computer show them to you.  Man cannot envision them either but objects made of them hold properties one never has known.  Do these objects really exist or does the mind race ahead of what most consider reality.

Three dimensions have the cone, the sphere, the cylinder, the cube, the cone, the pyramid, and the prism of assorted non-regular faces.  These we can fathom, measure, and compute a volume or surface area.  This will be done with mathematical formulas involving axes of "X", "Y", and "Z".  There are more we generally ignore.

Anyone knows the directions an airplane can fly can be defined by axis.  One of three mutually perpendicular lines that define the orientation of an aircraft, with one being along its direction of travel and the other two being perpendicular to the direction of travel.  Note that the lines, imaginary are perpendicular to each other and meet at a common point, perhaps the 'middle'.

The plane won't go in any other directions, it was made by man and man thinks in three dimensions.  But the mathematician is not restricted to any certain number of directions.  They can be defined by up to an infinite number of axes.  All can be represented by formulas which can be solved as to an exact point in this unseeable space. 

But where does the e-mail go when you delete it?  No one can say it isn't gone into where we cannot know.  It cannot be seen, heard, smelled, felt, nor tasted.  I don't know, you don't know, but I know it didn't just end. 

Would you join into the fight against transitoriety, that is, the lack of permanence?  Everything that was still is.  Just in another dimension man cannot find.

Axis defined, The Free Dictionary 
Picture,  from Google Search
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Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 
I am linked with at the Real Toads, Play it Again, Toads (link)
Notes:
 - Margaret's instructions:  "... please combine them [illustrative theme pictures] with an archived challenge." I chose Challenge #1)   Kenia's Wednesday Challenge - a philosophical challenge
 - I am not an expert in the field of dimensions.  Kindergartners learn of the three we normally use.  My bachelor degree is in Economics with a Math minor (seven courses I believe) and have studied some orbital mechanics when working with NASA.  (I have also taken enough courses for a political science minor but I didn't request that be on my degree.)
 - In one of my computer courses I developed a program to solve stimulus equations with an infinite number of variables (dimensions).  Not a serious problem for the computer using my program.

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Buddha on the Hill -- Carpe Diem 2nd Vision Quest, 3rd day



Buddha vs. God
 
Buddha sits on hill
Garden flowers tell my soul
New man, changed by God
 
Buddha wants glory
Golden tree leaves say to me
Only God can change
 
Buddha stays on hill
Knows he's no match for my God
Mine, a God of love 
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Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 
The Buddha on the Hill picture above is from Carpe Diem also
 
For all three days of this 2nd Vision Quest click here

 

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Friday, November 21, 2014

Carpe Diem ~~ Dripping, dripping

"Can I write/compose a haiku in the same tone, sense and spirit as the one by Tranströmer? With looking deeper into the hidden layers, the spirituality in the haiku? I don't know, but I have to try of course. So here I go ..." 
(those were the directions given for our 2nd Vision Quest Day 2)


Dripping, dripping
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drops into the pond
gentle dripping leaf of fern
peaceful yet stirring
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Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

I am linked with Carpe Diem Special #118, Tomas Tranströmer's fourth "in time with the moon" (Vision Quest day 2) -- Directions are above the picture.

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The Barren Woman -- today's poem for Carpe Diem

 
The Barren Woman
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Try to make amends
Help puppies; orphaned children
Barren woman dire
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Picture and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Notes, on how I felt about my attempt to follow the instructions given below:
 - Puppies for my seasonword (kigo),  from list of season "words" approved for haiku, link.
 - Comma  for my  cuttingword (kireji, in western mostly interpunction) to start revert thought to basic theme (link to explanatory definitions and examples)
 - First and third line interposed (might make it better?):

 - - Barren woman dire
 - - Help puppies; orphaned children
 - - Try to make amends

- A short moment.  This was hardest of the criteria for me as I think it reads better if the woman used 'helping puppies' as a lifetime avocation rather an immediate action.  It would then read thus:
 - - Tries to make amends
 - - Helps puppies; orphaned children
 - - Barren woman dire

 - I will let the last, a deeper meaning, for you to be found.  To me it's meaning was in line with Jesus Christ's love for children (Matthew 19:14, “Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven.”)

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Today I am linked to Carpe Diem "Sparkling Stars" #13, " "

 - Following is a part of the Carpe Diem instructions for today found in the above linked site.  It includes directions.  I tried to diligently follow the six-part instruction list printed in GREEN for my haiku.  See my "notes" above about my feel on how well I followed.

"""the childless woman,
- - - -how tender she is
- - - -to the dolls!
© Ransetsu (Tr. Blyth)
[photo furnished with directions, courtesy of 
 
"It’s a gorgeous haiku full of compassion for this woman without children. He sees her taking care for the dolls as were they real children. How much pain and sadness this woman will have had as she couldn’t have children or maybe she had children, but they died ... it’s not clear.
Use your  imagination to see this scene in front of your eyes and try to write/compose an all new haiku following the classical rules:"

+ 5-7-5 syllables
+ a seasonword (kigo)
+ a cuttingword (kireji, in western mostly interpunction)
+ a moment as short as the sound of a pebble thrown in water
+ interchangable first and third line
+ a deeper meaning


Not an easy task I think, but I know you will succeed """
 

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Thursday, November 20, 2014

Carpe Diem ~~ Escape

My current Carpe Diem poem is below.
The setting for my inspiration follows here first from my prior blog post:
(Here is a Link to my prior blog post of September 24, 2008)

"""Now, all work and no play make Adi and Jim dull kids:


 
Our morning began with a nice walk back from the golf pro shop where Mrs. Jim dropped us off for her 8:40 tee time. She went golfing with her buds. Actually my day began with a Tuesday morning Bible study with about 15 other men at the club house. Then our walk. [super sized picture]

Too bad Adi isn't a counting dog, she could enjoy herself counting all these horse apples that the winds from Hurricane Ike blew off. Adi can count to two and six, one bite of graham cracker is never enough when I'm taking my medicine. She has one bite and then the second when I am on pill number six. [
super sized picture]

[The part especially pertinent to Carp Diem tanka poem below, "Escape"]:

We ended up down in the quiet area of the golf course. It is down from our house just a short walk away. The lake is up after our rains but it will be lowered soon for inspection of the dam. Hurricane Ike may have damaged it as did Hurricane Rita three years ago. That year the lake remained empty all next summer still while the dam was being repaired. [super sized picture]

Adi got tired, she is tiring more easily now in her older years. (
My Autumn poem link)

In case you don't go to that link, here is the picture I have posted there:"""

[large picture] [super sized

My tanka poem for today's challenge:
 
Escape
 
Adi and I would
Hide down in the quiet place
I still do that now
But Adi is gone, she died
Quiet here, I miss Adi
 
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Photos, and Poem Copyright, © 2008, and 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
Instructions are there

 
 Adi died September 17, 2012  (read my tribute to her here)
 

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Sunday, November 16, 2014

Leprechaun Love -- Imaginary Garden Challenge


Love in the Time of __Leprechauns___
(my choice)
 
They'd dance the night away
They'd trip you up any day
 
How were they in lover's lane
Peak in? Beat you with a cane
 
For sure they kissed and kissed
And kissed some more, never missed
 
Mustn't peel hat, pants, or dress
Green masquerade always fresh
 
With a cuppa Irish brew
They'd loosen up, let it go
 
Got things going then, embrace
cuddled, muzzled, kissed a face
 
Things went up, others came down
Masquerade began to frown
 
Nothing's changed, same as today,
Let youngsters' passions play
 
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 - Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 
 - Picture, Leprechaun Couple, from "A timely favorite"
 
 - I am linked today with Kerry, at the Real Toads, Sunday Mini-Challenge ~ In Other Words
 - Kerry's challenge instructions were to select a "title and substitute your own words in the place of those indicated below, and write a new poem under the title you have created." 
 
- I am also linked with Kerry at the Real Toads, Open Link Monday
 

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Protection -- a 'Carp Diem' Challenge


 
Protection
 
Guardian Angel
Coconut cream pie delight
Tells me "No" some days

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

Today I'm linking with Carpe Diem #606, Guardian Angel  -- Instructions are there

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Alone and Lonesome -- a 'Carp Diem Special' Haiku


Alone, lonesome

I'm trapped in my pot
Left alone, hungry for love
Take my flower, please



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Photos and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
(Note:  pictures are from an unused flower pot we have.  It's been taken over by weeds)

Today I'm linking with (link) -- Instructions are here: 
Carpe Diem Special #117, Tomas Tranströmer's 3rd "a mother of stone"
The hope:  be inspired "to write an all new haiku in the spirit
of Tranströmer (imprisoned) and with a touch of romance. Have fun!"

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