NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 22 -- Poem - Open Door

 

Open doors;
  Happy lily ponds

 

Open doors and lily ponds 

They'll greet me fine today

On my way to work, herons

and grackles smile on me

 

Sun is shining, birds fishing

Little boys with sling shots

Those boys will be out that door

Moms, dads, my customers

 

It's going to be my day 

Nice for me and for sales

Doors will open for my knock

First sale my pots and pans

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

 

 - Notes: 

 - - 1) The photo was taken while I was doing a morning walk at one of the trails in our neighborhood, over by  the mailboxes.

 - - 2) Many of my poems are purely hypothetical if they relate to me or to my feelings, others a mixture of being true or untrue.  This one is more fiction than truth as I definitely am not a door-to-door sales person, I am a retired college prof.  (Though one short time, I did try to sell pots and pans door-to-door while I was in the Army.  I only sold one set and tried to talk that couple out of finishing the sale.  They bought anyway.)

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 - I'm linked with Susie Clevenger at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, “Bits Of Inspiration ~ Mi Young Lee ”, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/bits-of-inspiration-mi-young-lee.html 

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 - also to Day Twenty-two of NaPoWriMo, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-two-3/
    

 - The instructions from Susie: " ... write an original poem inspired by this Mi Young Lee painting. It can be in any style you choose ... "  Susie had met the artist at an exhibition and she gave Susie this lovely print.  In it I saw among other things,  ponds, the heron waiting at the stream for a fish to go by, little boys about to harass the heron, and many opening doors on all the houses in the picture.  It sort of matched my photo.

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 21 -- an Ode,

 

To My Memories

 

My lips are sealed, there are things I cannot tell

Sealed not by birth nor by surgery or accident

Sealed only because some things need not be told

Not by promise to anyone except a promise to myself

 

Some for money will say things that needn't be told

Others for release of bursting head memories

Perhaps I'm selfish, I do enjoy reliving those moments

If that was a sin then is it still a sin to savor them now

 

If my reasons for keeping mum are for none of these

Then you might ask, pray why won't you tell

And if you do ask I'll say my reasons I just won't release 

Keep these to myself, smile or cry, I will enjoy and mourn

 

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  - Photo and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 

 - Notes: 

 - - 1) The photo was taken while I was at one of my running away places (this may be true or 'truth embellished')

 - - 2) Many of my poems are purely hypothetical if they relate to me or to my feelings, others a mixture of being true or untrue.  This one is more truth than fiction.

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 - I'm linked with Magaly Guerrero at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, “I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream”, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/i-have-no-mouth-and-i-must-scream.html 

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 - also to Day Twenty-one of NaPoWriMo, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-one-2/
    - The instructions from Magaly: "I’m not exactly sure how old I was the first time I read “I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream”,  by Harlan Ellison ... Can you imagine yourself being full of ideas and words and feelings and wants and urges and needs… and not being able to communicate them? Have you ever pictured yourself living in a world where you are not allowed to speak? ... (here she added 'we could add "for fear of punishment"'--which definitely did not apply to mine, at least anymore) ...  I invite you to create a new poem inspired by the title of Ellison’s short story ... "]

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 20 -- a Poem, Crows

Fourteen Crows

 

Fourteen crows came knocking at my door

The leader said to me, come outside

That was a mistake for me to go

But I went.

 

Again the leader asked me to bow

Bow to him as he was new in charge

I told him, Phewie, then turned and left

Not so fast.

 

Those fourteen crows quickly blocked my path

You can't go, we are taking your house

A place for the new world headquarters

I'll break your line.

 

Their line was tough as a steel cable

Speedy breakthrough was of no avail

Called my daughter, bring my gun, loaded

They cut my line.

 

Cutting the line did nothing for them

It was my cell phone that I had used

The call went through, my gun was coming

Birds understood not.

 

Their threat had weakened just a little

And things were looking a bit brighter

She arrived, handed me the weapon

Crows approached, mean look.

 

I had that shotgun on my shoulder

Took aim and fired the first round of shots

Three fell dead, I was getting ahead

Then I awoke.

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

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 - I'm linked with Fireblossom at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Corvid and sit a while,  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/fireblossom-friday-corvid-and-sit-while.html

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 - also to Day Twenty of NaPoWriMo, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-4/
  

 - The instructions: "So, write about crows, or from the point of view of a crow, or use them as metaphors. Just write about crows!"

 

 - Note:  The birds in my picture may not have been crows.  If not, they are related vultures.

 

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 19 -- a Poem, Love

My love for you has no end

 

From the start I liked you, very much

Your smile, your humor, your compassion

Add your sweetness, the way you carry

Angel prompted, a mix made just right

 

We blended into a sweet bundle

'Opposites attract' they tell, peach, pear

When together, my body, my mind

Said to me, you love her, let her know

 

When I'm with you my body tingles

Tongue thinks only sweet morsels of praise

Together, laugh and play, sit and talk

I couldn't think of being without you

 

I know I love you, precious jewel 
And now I hope you can love me too
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 - Mrs. Jim and I have been married for 44 years.

 - Photo and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

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 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Poems in April - Poetry through the eyes of Carol Ann Duffy,  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/poems-in-april-poetry-through-eyes-of.html

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 - to Day Nineteen of NaPoWriMo, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-nineteen-2/
 
 - Sanaa told us about Carol Ann Duffy, the first woman Poet Laureate of Britain (link), and asked us to "write about love, using a common everyday image. Choose your own form ..."  For more and Carol Ann's lovely love poem which compared the writer's love to an onion click here. 
 - The photo of Mrs.. Jim and me was taken by a sunbather on January 3, 2016.  We were walking on the beach at Cozumel, Mexico.

 - Since I have never had any poetry writing formal classes, my only learning was of some elementary fundamentals in my English classes, high school and college.  I also read a few books, parts of them, and glean from the Internet.  Plus sometimes the Toads have short explanations of varying forms and the like.  And a lot from the Internet. 

 - I had never formally learned to write a love poem, so I went to the Internet and found a   Poetry Site which had simple directions for writing a simple love poem.  Using these directions I have written two other love poems of sorts which were well received by loving poetry group members (link to these poems plus a link having a few other off the cuff love poems and some about love. 

 - Here is a copy of the 1,2,3,4,5 instructions that I wrote by.  I have lost the reference to them.

Now, the poem's directions:
Write a love poem
(here, written as a man telling a woman of his love for her)
1.  tell how you felt when first you saw her
2.  tell how you knew it was her you loved
3.  tell now about being with her
4.  are you happy with what you wrote, edit as necessary?5.  discard thoughts that didn't fit 
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NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 18 -- a Poem,

 

Four hungry horses

 

Four hungry horses met at the corner 

Deciding on today's course of action

Having a quorum wasn't problem

Of the seven only their vote counted

 

They had to decide, jump the creek or stay

The grass here was short, eaten to it's roots

Trouble was that the four could not agree 

The smaller two with equal votes said 'Stay'

 

They feared their short legs might not jump the creek

We'll give you a nudge, get you over there

And first choice at the greenest grass going

Our vote would change, add Scotland, first class air

 

Horse Proverb says "Grass is greener on the

other side." This in mind they agreed, "Go"

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

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 - I'm linked with Marian at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, The Tuesday Platform,  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/the-tuesday-platform_18.html
  - - - and   
 - to Day Eighteen of NaPoWriMo, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-eighteen-3/
 

 - For the Tuesday Platform there is no suggested topic as prompt

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NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 17 -- a Poem, Over, Under, Through

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Your Daddy Built a Wall

Your daddy built a wall for me

A wall between us, you and me

It's tall, supposed to keep us apart

Will it work, well I think no way

Wild horses can't keep me away

No better than oceans apart
Or flinging me up to the moon

I'll find a way to come to you

Over, under, or through I'll come

Come flying, crawling, or pushing

Our love is burning hot, searing

Boiling like a pot on the stove

Love will see us through, I'll hold you

Hole we'll make, to carry you through

Let's try it now, wait no longer

Write your note, let's be on our way

"Daddy, seems I can't have you both
Love you too but it's Charlie.  Mine"
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Poem and Photo Copyright
© 2017 and 2010 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved
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 - I'm linked with Isadora Gruye at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Over // Under // ThroughMicro Poetry,  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/over-under-through.html
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 - to Day Seventeen of NaPoWriMo, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-seventeen-3/#comment-35474 - Izzy asked, "Today's (Over // Under // Through) challenge is all about challenges, and how we rise ...or er, don't or whatever." 

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 16 -- Clouds, an American Sentence Poem

. . . . . . . .   HAPPY EASTER !!!

 

 

   Statements; cloud-like 

 

Over town small clouds, boldly proclaim to the folk, over fields they fade

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

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 - I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor  at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Micro Poetry,  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/micro-poetry-streetlight-rain.html
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 - to Day Sixteen of NaPoWriMo, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-sixteen-4/

 - Kerry has invited us to write an American Sentence Poem which is like a Haiku or Senryū "with seventeen syllables (BUT) going across, linear, like just about everything else in America."
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