Sunday, May 16, 2010

Wager ~ Acrostics Only Limerick (also another Limerick)


Win some lose some always say

Aces he's holding today

Game winning card he could

Extra help would be good

Right up his sleeve it did stay

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The wager between the boys
(Limerick, not an acrostic poem)

I will make you a little wager
I can make you answer your pager
sneaked out to make that call
found a lady in the hall
bring home some milk or be a stranger

Photos and Poem
Copyright © 2010 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

Written for Acrostics Only April, 2010,
Prompt 8, Acrostic Limerick - WAGER


1. Prompt 8: Acrostic Limerick - WAGER(Limerick Form - a limerick is defined as “a light humorous, nonsensical, or bawdy verse of 5 anapestic lines usually with the rhyme scheme aabba”. Lines 1, 2, and 5 have 7 to 10 syllables and the last words rhyme. Lines 3 and 4 of Limericks have 5 to 7 syllables and the last words rhyme.)

2. The Card Players (Les joueurs de cartes)
by Paul Cézanne 1890-1892 (link)
[Photo taken by Jim at Musée d'Orsay, París (

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One Single Impression: Trembling

Brother Ray—Tribute to a Trembling Man

He was trembling when I first discovered him.
It was at church one Sunday, a church new to us.
The preacher asked him to say the final prayer of the morning.
That man prayed and prayed
but I could not understand a word he was saying.
He was trembling so badly.

As the months went on by I became used to this man,
Brother Ray, praying there in church;
his prayers so many could not understand.
It seemed however that quite a few
could understand this thin man of God.
Only thing was I could not,
he was trembling so badly.

I took it on myself to know this fellow.
He was in his early eighty's
with a severe case of Parkinson's disease.
On Monday nights you would find him at church visitation;
visiting every new prospect and member, as he would say.
To those homes he would go, trembling so badly.

At about age eighty-seven or so
his visiting partner and driver for sure retired
and moved away to Louisiana.
Those Monday nights now we sorely missed our Brother Ray.
Seems not one soul would step forward to help.
Were they afraid of his trembling so badly?

I felt sorry for Brother Ray so on one Tuesday afternoon
I stopped at his house to visit with him.
It wasn't planned but the words came out of my mouth,
"Brother Ray, I could take you church visiting
with me on Monday nights. Would you go?"
"Oh, y y yes s !" he said trembling so badly.

We visited together for the next ten years.
He taught me how to pray.
He taught me how to love the Lord so much more strongly.
He taught me how to tell others of what a gracious Lord we have.
And lo, I became able to understand every word he said,
even though he was trembling so badly.

Now every year Brother Ray would go hunting with his son.
Brother Ray would always shoot a deer—
no one knew how he did that, he was trembling so badly.
He told me of his family and of his wife long deceased.
He missed her so badly; I'm thinking how she could
have understood his every word
while he was trembling so badly.

At age ninety-seven he fell and broke his hip.
He recovered but couldn't get out to visit any longer.
Soon he moved into a nursing home.
All the residents and staff loved him dearly.
Some there could understand his speech even
as he was trembling so badly.

The last time I visited him was in the funeral home.
Brother Ray had died at age ninety-nine.
He always talked of reaching a hundred.
Now he talks with God there up in Heaven.
I know them both and do know that
God understands his every word.
I think my Brother Ray still trembles so badly.

God has made him whole once again but even so,
out of habit now, he may be trembling still, so badly.

Poem Copyright
© 2010 Jimmiehov
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Prompt suggested by Nancy Bea Miller at Genre Cookshop

Find more poems at One Single Impression using "Trembling" as prompt

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Birdhouse ~ Haiku Bones

The 2011's Decorah eagles are on video.
I have the video posted on my blog (

elderly we are
all living in the birdhouse
with windows and doors
- - - -
eagle has nested
her eaglets are too noisy
no windows or doors

Poem Copyright
© 2010 Jimmiehov
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Photos courtesy of
webcam Decorah Eagles (sister, Lois, found it for me)
Eagle nest is located at Decorah, Iowa (link)

Find more haiku at Haiku Bones
with the prompt word, birdhouse.

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