Saturday, April 15, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 15 -- a Poem, "movie thief"

The World's Greatest Criminal Mind (Ratigan)

The Day I Became Delinquent
With my mother and father,
I lived in the Queens sewer
There the conveniences
were sufficient save food
Mother, Dad was never home,
would send me on search missions
"Search and steal" we called them all
Hood "King of Theft" I became
No regular grocery 
bandit for hire would I be
Bakeries were my target
Cherry pie my specialty
Things got to be exciting
The nation's best detective,
cherry pie lover way back,
was now on my case and tail
King of Theft, mouse** made great
Stealthiest thief you could know
Making sad fools of the law
Delinquent mouse made big time
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 - Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with Rommy at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, The Villain Speaks, 

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 - to Day Fifteen of NaPoWriMo,

 - Rommy would like for us to give a voice to a villain (fictional only please). My villain is Ratigan of Walt Disney fame, in the movie "The Great Mouse Detective" (link) which was released in 1992.  Ratigan was from sewer heritage and made big time as a bakery thief.  We saw the movie on TV a while back.  You could probably check the movie out on a DVD from your local library.

 - **Ratigan thinks himself as a mouse but in the film he is actually a rat ("Although he lavishes himself as a mouse, he has rat-like characteristics, such as sharp fangs and fingers, a large nose, and a long, pink tail." (

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Friday, April 14, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 14 -- a Poem, "Invisible'

I am invisible

I am invisible, no one ever sees me
Clean your nasty toilets and scrub and wax your floors

Yet you don't know that I'm here, to you I don't exist
Might as well be the door you open with a towel  

I have a burning love, for you and you don't care
never return my mail, seems I'm invisible

Like Christina Grimmie**, shoot me dead, go ahead
That way my tears will cease, I'll cry no more for you
But if you don't, take heed for I will shoot you soon
Invisible to me like I have been for you
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  - Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved 
  - Photo is Screen Capture of Wikipedia, (link), article Christina Grimmie

  - I'm linked withat the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Invisible on 

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 - Day Fourteen of NaPoWriMo

 - **Marian's instructions, "For Day 14, let’s muse on invisibility. What does it feel like to be invisible? Who or what is invisible? Would invisibility be a cool superpower or what? Or, feel free to explore the links I’m providing for Christina Grimmie and be inspired by her work or life.

 - When these things come up, desperate infatuations and stalking of celebrities, I always think of Jody Foster and John D. Hinckley, Jr.  This came to a head in 1981 when he shot President Reagan six times to show his love for Ms. Foster. (Obsession of John Hinckley)

 - Here is a rundown of I think 39 celebreties who have stalked in the not to distant past (link), in case you want to see.  Several men are included.

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Thursday, April 13, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 13 -- a Poem, "word list" prompted

The Bridge;
 the day I walked
That day I had walked to work
All the way across the bridge
Graffiti plagued Brooklyn Bridge
Cadman Plaza Park, Brooklyn
to work, 55 Wall Street
Usually I take the ferry
This day I met a nice man
His group had a deal for me
were trying to buy the bridge
Needing investors they asked
for amounts by the thousands
50 K would make me rich
I said eight that night, my place
He's in prison now, con's end
Sucker!  Set the hustler up

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 - Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 - Photo from The Imaginary Garden linked below
 - Map from Google Maps,[dot]com/maps 

 - I'm linked withat the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Get Listed - April Ain't Fooling edition 

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 - Day Thirteen of NaPoWriMo

 - Michael's instructions, "take at least 3 words (or reasonably variants) from the following compilation, craft into a new poem:"

 - word list:  bridge, con, lie, tomb, scam, gullible, fraud, president, hustler, sucker, mark, prison

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Wednesday, April 12, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 12 -- an Advice Poem, "Listen up"

Listen up

They'll tell you any and every day
It's what you want to hear, "believe me"
He may be the old man down the road
He may be another you would trust
He may have told you a small white lie
He may not be all bad, just a bit
From "An old man in a Bad white dress"

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 - Poem Copyright © 2012 and 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 - Photo's from Google results, Bad Protest Signs

 - I'm linked with  at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Out of Standard - Signs of the time, 

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 - to Day Twelve of NaPoWriMoa

 - Isadora's instructions, "The prompt is simple: find an image of a protest sign and use that phrase in a poem that is not political."

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Tuesday, April 11, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 11 -- A poem about Songs that Saved

Thank you radio

Thank you radio KOIP
Dead skunk in the middle of the road!
A warning indeed 
Would have been a very stinky car for me

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Should have read that detour sign
A warning indeed!
I'd a been stuck in the mud
Thank you radio KOIP

Marty Robbins Singing Detour
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright © 2011 and 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, The Tuesday Platform, 

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 - to Day Eleven of NaPoWriMo,

 - Margaret would like for us to remember Songs that saved my Life.  These songs probably didn't save my life but Surely saved my Day.
 - Radio KOIP does not exist at this time. 
- There were other songs too.  You might have one to tell in your comment?

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Monday, April 10, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 10 -- A poem from my sketch/a portrait poem

Brother Ray 

I knew Brother Ray from way back when
1976 we met at church
His church since he had retired was Baptist
My first knowledge of Brother Ray, after 
the sermon the pastor had asked him to
give the closing prayer.  I remember that 
He prayed but no way could I understand
then, not a word he uttered.  Some may have 
I am sure that his God did understand
Parkinson's Disease was taking its toll
and Brother Ray trembled with every move
While he spoke his voice was trembling as well
Brother Ray claimed that each family or
church member had been visited by him
He didn't drive so someone else took him
Then one day his driving partner retired
and moved away.  There wasn't another
who stepped up to drive so I volunteered
We visited together for fourteen years 
After time I realized that I could 
understand every word he'd say.  Wonders
People asked us to come, they like his tales We stopped after he fell and broke his hip
Two more years, at age 99 he died
(My favorite tale was of his hunting skill
Every year he'd kill his deer though he shook
We were quite a pair, every Monday night)
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Photos and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with Margaret at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Poem Sketching,

 - - - and   
 - to Day Ten of NaPoWriMo,

 - Margaret's instructions were, "Today's challenge is for you to create and use a word list (and from it write).

 - Over at NaPoWriMo the instructions were, "Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that is a portrait of someone important to you."
 - I tried to satisfy both.

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Sunday, April 09, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 9 -- A Tweet Poem, short with a two-poet inspiration

Smart Yes, Not Funny
(crass remark, worried)
I say there, smart girl
Looks like were in for
a storm tonight, rain
Rain like cats and dogs
nasty two star night
(" the girl's" rebuttal)
Well that might be so
but I'm not Smart Girl
Young Lady I am
A grownup Woman
Accomplished, pretty 
(the writer's echo)
Ring around the Moon
Two bright stars inside
Stormy it will be
You nasty Old Fart 
Don't call me "Smart Girl"
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Photos and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with Magaly Guerrero  at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Twitter Me a Gothic Poem,
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 - to Day Nine of NaPoWriMo,
My inspiration, these two poems, for the first and second verses respectively:
Excerpt from "Dejection: An Ode" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (link)

"... For lo! the New-moon winter-bright!
        And overspread with phantom light,
normal;">        (With swimming phantom light o'erspread
        But rimmed and circled by a silver thread)
I see the old Moon in her lap, foretelling
         The coming-on of rain and squally blast..." 
Excerpt from "Edge" by Sylvia Plath (link)
The woman is perfected.   
Her dead
Body wears the smile of accomplishment,   
The illusion of a Greek necessity ..."
 - Magaly has given us a list of Classic Poets from which we choose a particular poem for inspiration.  I chose Coleridge and Plath.  (Plath died at an early age, otherwise we would be of the same age, as is Mary Oliver, who is still living.  They are my favorite woman poets.) 
 - She would rather the poem be Gothic in nature, I touched Gothic with stormy weather and stereo typing ladies but otherwise my poem is not very Gothic.  I need more practice at writing this type.
 - "Tweets" are supposed to be short, a 140 character length limit.  I did that, 112/136, 89/106, and 94/113 (characters only/characters and spaces) for each of the  verses including my short worded prelude.

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