NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 29, a Poem, some Penultimates

Penultimates

Penultimates I've endured, in fact many

Penultimate, next to last spoken word

 

Here are a few for which my answer

should have been a simple yes or no

 

Do you have your keys?

(Correct answer, should have been "NO, thank you".) 

Asked just before I locked the car door from within and slammed it shut after egress

 

Should I reenlist in the Army when a Captain's rank is certain with my credentials? 

(Correct answer, should have been "YES!  Thank you".) 

My maximum eligibility age slipped away the next week

 

Perhaps we should ask for directions? 

(Correct answer, should have been "YES!  Thank you".) 

But I don't give that one until we are totally lost on the road

 

Do you want me to make you some breakfast? 

(Correct answer, should have been "YES!  Thank you".) 

We were newlyweds.   My sweet bride has never asked me that question again.

 

That's enough but you get the idea

 

You suggest one of yours,
I've been there before, twice
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 - Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with Brendan MacOdrum , at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Penultimatums**: Voyages' End (Almost), http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/penultimatums-voyages-end-almost.html
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 - also to Day Twenty-nine of NaPoWriMo, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-nine-3/
 
Notes:
1)  **Penultimatum -- a penultimate ultimatum or the act of threatening to give an ultimatum (Urban Dictionary)
2)  Pictured, I'd be totally lost without a tour (Iceland) director's help
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NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 28, a Poem, a Fear

Fear stays

She sat on the bed, her head in a her hands 

She opened her eyes, then closed them again 

Would this be the day, a big one for her 

She'd been here before, could this be her last

Ever since that day, day when was four 

She'd asked her brother, would he tell her please

Was Boogey Man real, could he go away 

Like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny

Or was he really real like Tooth Fairy
Her brother kept this secret but her mom
found out and proceeded with Old Wives cure
That didn't work, things got worse for our girl

Daddy never knew, or never let on
On her marriage night she waited her turn
He'd gone to the bathroom, changing her clothes
She vowed never after tonight, to fear

But that night and ever since she had peeked
Peeking under bed, for Boogey Man still
Finally her hubby found out, he cared not
He laughed at her fear.  Soon he was long gone

Now she's sixty-two, her big day for change
We don't know what will happen.  Pray for best
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 - Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with Rommy, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Boogeyman, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/boogeyman.html 
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 - also to Day Twenty-eight of NaPoWriMo,  http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-eight-3/

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NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 27, a Poem, Boots and Shoes

 

Boots and Shoes

 

Your mother wears Army boots

Those were fighting words back then

These boots were made for walkin'

Those were loving words back then

 

We can't go back, but we try

Listen to all the oldies

They'll carry your mind away

Away back in time, YouTube

 

BTW, do you recall

Don't step on my blue suede shoes

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 - Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - Photo copied from Marian, see link below, copied from my computer screen

 - I'm linked with Marian, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Writing Shoes, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/writing-shoes.html 

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

Nancy Sinatra - These Boots Are Made for Walkin'
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SbyAZQ45uww&list=RDSbyAZQ45uww#t=4.3000007

Do you have a song which comes to mind when you think shoes or boots?
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NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 26, a Poem, Feeling and Outsider Art

 

Feeling

 

I am an outsider which is

different from being an outcast

An outcast is shoved aside, cast away

Either physically or emotionally cast beside the road

 

I'd rather be an outcast than the outsider that I am

Oh they let me mingle but really have nothing

to say with me.  They don't tell me why

they feel disposed to shy away

 

But I have this feeling,
deep down the feeling of truth, I am different

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 - Photos: (they are mine, copied from my computer screen as referenced below)
       On the screen were several very interesting drawings of Karin Gustufson.  She gave us permission to use them on our posts, providing we give her credit (much due for these wonderful drawings).  I do give credit to "Karin Gustafson--all rights reserved".
        You can see these and more at the "Outsider Art" link below or here.

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 - I'm linked with  Outlawyer, aka K or Karin Gustufson, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Outsider Art, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/outsider-art.html 

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

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 25, a Poem, Desert Art; or Exotic River Rocks

Desert Art;

 or Exotic River Rocks

 

Some like desert art,
hanging on their walls
 
The desert is nice
pretty to look at
But try living there
El Paso desert
 
five long dry hot years 
It'll grow on you?
Not so very much
Wall adornment's fine

 

Or take mountains' cool
In their streams you find
 
Nuggets to treasure
or a large jade rock
Green in the water
Matches trees on hills
 
When it dries at home
Door stop memories
Pale green to polish
another day that  
 
It may shine like jade
Jade it held within
Exotic memories
you savor, cherish


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 - Photos and Poem Copyright © 2014, 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - Photos: (they are mine, copied from my computer screen as referenced below)

Top: 
California Desert Art
Night Fires
By Agnes Pelton
http://www.californiadesertart.com/?p=226

Middle: Painting by Agnes Pelton
(Green Gems photo from Google) (link)

Bottom:  Photo by this Author, Jimmiehov, 2014
"Rocks know and some I don't"
http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2014/03/rocks-i-know-and.html

Here: (Agnes Pelton's Studio photo)
Agnes Pelton Revival in Cathedral City
http://www.californiadesertart.com/?p=1018

 An additional link I found interesting, written by a collector of Agnes Pelton's work (with some pictures):
Bidding on Agnes Pelton
California Desert Art (link, same as below)
http://www.californiadesertart.com/?p=2323

Agnes Pelton work copied and displayed here as Fair Use Principles:

➮It is a historically significant artwork
➮The image is only being used for informational and educational purposes
➮The image is readily available on the internet
➮The image is a low resolution copy of the original artwork and is unsuitable for commercial use

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 - I'm linked with  Kerry O'Connor at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, “AThe Tuesday Platform , http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/the-tuesday-platform_25.html 

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

  - The instructions from Kerry O'Connor:  "The artist I am featuring today is Agnes Lawrence Pelton (1881–1961). To visit the WikiArt gallery of some of her paintings, click HERE. ... "
 - I lived in El Paso, Texas, in the late 50's and early 60's while in the U.S. Army.  The city was smaller then, Juarez was friendly, it actually did grow on me.  The saying is that it will take two years for a person to like it.  Four of or five kids were born there.
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NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 24, a Peacock Poem

Pretty Birds; You woke me 

 

You woke me up again today

Beautiful, many colored coats

But oh what a screech you do make

When you're below my window sill

 

Pretty boy and girl, travel in pairs

Walking down the street to my house

Early morning, day is dawning

Came to my house ready to yell

 

"Pretty bird," as Polly would say 

But you flew the coop late last night

Reveled the night away and now

Now at my house waking  the dead

 

I'll call your mother, she will fetch
Send you home for your daily groom

Now pretty bird, please for next time

Please don't come so doggone early
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - Photo: "Peacock at Magnolia Garden, SC" by Margaret at her post today, linked below    

 

 - I'm linked with Margaret  at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, “Artistic Interpretations - Beauty”, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/artistic-interpretations-beauty.html 

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

  - The instructions from Margaret:

• "For today's challenge, write about "beauty" or the symbolism that represents one of the most beautiful birds of creation, the Peacock - keeping in mind not all the myths, superstitions, folktales, and beliefs are necessarily "beautiful"."
• Margaret has in her post, linked above, references to others who wrote of the beauty of the Peacock.  You might wish to check some of those out if you have time, also listen to video she found.  My favorite is found by clicking on the word 'HERE' in her line, "HERE is a fascinating link -  A few excerpts from the link are:"  It will take you to Minnie Mathews' research post, The Peacock in Myth, Legend, and 19th Century History.  Or you can graze the few excerpts she has posted.
• My poem is relived from true experiences back in the 80's and 90's when we lived in Friendswood, Texas.  A neighbor down the street kept a coop having a pair of peacocks.  Their stay was almost part time as they could escape the coop, or they would get loose and be forgotten to be locked up for the night.  Invariably they would then sleep on top of their house and/or go wandering through the neighborhood, seemingly seeking us out for waking up to feed them.  Their call was the most awful screech you could imagine.