Saturday, April 28, 2018

NaPoWriMo 2018-28 -- Day 28, a story in Tanka format

A story of my two nice cars
Title say 'nice cars'
A Rambler and a Mustang
though some would debate
Family of six Mouths to feed
'60 Rambler Wagon fits
This car's sad demise
Rear ended some pokey guy
He stopped way too fast
My little Rambler's new home
Junk yard at the edge of town  


When I retired
I bought a present for me 
Pretty Mustang car
Black GT Convertible
Very fast the ladies liked
Top down thing for me
Two years old young lady owned
Mustangs for ladies
Now this car twenty years old
She's looking good for her age
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Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked withat the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads; 
 - (Gillena has another form new to most of us and would like for us to try it.  Time constraints on me said I should just write something for the 'April Poem a Day' stint and not worry about the form.  I might try it later.  So this is a four set Tanka form "poem" of sorts.)
 - (Her theme though, was Destruction, which fits the Rambler well and the Mustang also in that it goes very fast, I've had it up to 140 mph when she was younger.  Metal fatigue sets in and I will not drive it quite that fast any more.  It really is twenty years old, two when I bought it--a 1998 model, and now has seen 107K miles of highways.)
 - (The dog in the Mustang picture is Adi, my beagle friend.  She and I were a certified animal therapy team.  We visited mainly at an assisted living home.  Adi loved to visit the Alzheimer residents and they all loved her.  After petting her for a bit many would reminisce about the dog or dogs in their lives.  Many they said, were now living with their children.  Adi was also a Reading Dog, she loved to read with the children in the library and in school.  Adi died in 2012 at age 17.)

 - I'm also linked with the National Poem Write a Month for my NaPoWriMo, Day 28 Poem at

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Friday, April 27, 2018

NaPoWriMo 2018-27 -- Day 27, a bit Buggy (bees)

  Love bugs
Two little bees went skydiving
One a boy, the other a girl
Going  down they were very close
How about a nice little kiss
The boy was feeling amorous  
That was so very plain to see
She saw he was bumbling, not now  
I hardly know you and your ways
That's fine with me he said, I'll wait
But they didn't part, she liked him
So down they drifted, wing in wing
And they schemed, let's do something wild
Nearing, they showed off to their friends
They buzzed them good and dipped a wing
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Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
  (Photo is a snapshot I took today of a piece
    of Student Art on display at our library)

I'm linked with Margaret at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Let's Join the Children; 
(Margaret is also into Student Art and showed us some very fine stuff by the kids.)

And also I'm linked with the National Poem Write a Month for my NaPoWriMo, Day 27 Poem at

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Thursday, April 26, 2018

NaPoWriMo 2018-26 -- Day 26

    The World Traveler
Oh yes, he had a list alright
He has a list for everything
One we want to discuss tonight
Will be about his bucket thing
He makes shopping lists every week
To Do his favorite, adds each day  
Ask, they vary, one is so bleak
Sad, his bucket list doesn't weigh
Completely empty as they say  
Used to be so full, heavy stuff
China, Moscow, Alaska quay
All States, Europe, Panama slough
South and Central America
Falklands with penguins tall
Holy Lands, Turkey, Africa
Places to go, he'd seen them all
Australia too, age took its toll
One place he wanted so dearly 
Antarctica, touch the South Pole  
Too old for trip, old man, sorry  

       [From our trip around South America,
          we stopped to visit the penguins
              in the Falkland Islands]
 _ _ _ _

Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2017 (post link) and 2018, All Rights Reserved 

 I'm linked with at
And also with the NaPoWriMo for Day 26 Poem at

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Wednesday, April 25, 2018

NaPoWriMo 2018-25 -- Day 25, the virtuous sloth, not

Oh good heavens pray to the Lord
I've been accused. A Deadly Sin 
has been scattered across four Seas

and has landed where children go
They're young and innocent. Naïve
about their soul and Deadly Sin

Started out like a normal day
Alarm clock sounding with real chimes
Chimes of Westminster Cathedral

They lulled me to back to peaceful sleep  
Seeing me the children followed
They soon were sleeping too, deep sleep

The children slept one eye open
With that eye they saw blissful rest
Mocking me they too did as I

The priest came knocking at our door
Intending to warn spirits gone
Flip flopping on our beds he saw

How easy the slothfull doth sleep
And it's  catching too-Virtues gone
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I'm linked with Rommy at
And also with the NaPoWriMo at

Rommy asked, "I would like you to consider virtues and vices, or more specifically the Seven Deadly Sins or the Seven Heavenly Virtues.
The Seven Deadly Sins are Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy and Pride.
The Seven Heavenly Virtues are Chastity, Temperance, Charity, Diligence, Patience, Kindness and Humility.
Your poem must include at least one of the names of the Virtues or Vices".

Monday, April 23, 2018

NaPoWriMo 2018-23 -- Day 23, Bad Driving

Driving the car;
  careless, reckless, or madmen

Some drive their cars sooo carelessly  
Others it's worse than carelessness
Reckless ones should lose their license

But when they drive like a madman
For that they should spend time in jail
Killers, mean spirited madmen

Bent on destruction, your rights, mine
Next in line may be Bill of Rights 
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Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
  (My Photo is a 'PrintScreen' copy of "NHTSA research crash test involving two Ford Five Hundreds", Courtesy of Wikipedia, Wiki Commons -- Public Domain, File865P614.jpg )

- I'm linked with at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, An Antic Disposition, 
 - Kerry delved into Shakespeare for her "Madmen" prompt idea.  "Our focus ... is The Mind: those troubles of the brain, shaping fantasies and antic dispositions which make us human.
 - I'm also linked with NaPoWriMo2018m Day 23,

Sunday, April 22, 2018

NaPoWriMo 2018-22 -- Day 22, Don't say "Can't", at least not to me

Wild ideas for Day 22;
  "Can'ts," by definition;
   Disputed by the Engineer
   bred into your writer,
   and that's "them" saying that

The sun can’t rise in the west
That's by definition
   Best watched in a mirror
   that's faced the other way

A circle can’t have corners
That's by definition,
   Traffic circle with a
   corner or two or three
  (look for when you travel)

Pigs can’t fly
That's by definition,
   My pigs fly United

The clock can’t strike thirteen
That's by definition
   I can build one that does

The stars cannot rearrange themselves in the Universe
That's by definition
Already done by God
   But we can change their names

A mouse can’t eat an elephant
That's by definition
   Actually can, bite by bite

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Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with NaPoWriMo2018m Day 22, 
  - I'm also linked with Susie Clevenger at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Poets of April, 
(1)  At the Poetry site, National NaPoWriMo2018, this was my prompt for today:  
Basically "visualize" an idea, deemed by those lucky souls who can, to be impossible.  (There was a list and I chose all of them--but then I only wrote a line or two for each.)  Then write telling how they may not be true.  To me since I don't visualize well they are possible.  Always then the final command is to "WRITE."  I like to write, I picked them all, giving each one verse.  (Their saying written above are in Italics.)
Happy writing!
(2)  The pigs are two of my toy pigs.  The top pig was given to me by our Vetenarian one day when he visited.  I was fairly young then.  The bottom pig is a door stop.  Mrs. Jim gave it to me, I cannot remember the occasion.  I had written about the pigs in a 2008 blog,  

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