Saturday, April 06, 2019

Day 06 - NaPoWriMo

If I could be a rabbit I'd use the technology I've learned. It helped man get to the moon and put into space the finest telescope ever made.

If I were a rabbit I'd run for president and surely win. Then I'd help find cures for all the ails and ills of the children of the world

If I were a rabbit president I'd make sure there was enough food for every legged creature in the world. My motto would be seven meals for each of them in all the refrigerators.

If I were a rabbit president I'd collect all the guns, spears, and arrows and weapons in the world. I'd recyle these to make useful products for all.

Finally, if I were the president rabbit I would assure that every homeless and displaced persons and animals would be restored or bettered for a pleasant and peaceful life.
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Kerry O'Donnell in the Imaginary Garden at
 - I'm also linked with NaPoWriMo, Day 6, at

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Friday, April 05, 2019

Happy  is not the soul who mourns
His cows are dying as they walk
Sadness looms over his meadow

Sheep are lost in the misty fog
Even his dog nips at his heels
Happy is not the man who mourns

Corn is wilting before it ears
Now the dog is biting his hand
Sadness looms over his valley

Pigs litter while wading in mud
Rains blowing cold up in his hills
Happy is not the man who mourns

Robbers invaded his gardens
Stole his crops shot him in the head
Sadness looms over his casket
Though happy our man Heaven looms
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 - Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Isadora Gruye in the Imaginary Garden at
 - I'm also linked with Day Five (5) NaPoWriMo at

 - I couldn't blend the two promos this time so I wrote a new to me firm poem, the

Thursday, April 04, 2019

Day 04 NaPoWriMo 2019

In your sleep

She was a happy cat, Farrah
Outside cat she brought us some spoils
Spoils of her hunt, mice, snakes and birds
To our back door step, play for her
Slept in the flower bed, got to
sleeping too much, Doctor okayed

Then one day Farrah didn't wake
Doctor said Nature's way, old cats
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Father liked his TV his way
Watched Gunsmoke and Texas Ranger
Sitting in his big chair, sometimes
he'd go to sleep in that big chair
Later he slept through his programs

One day Dad never awakened
Doctor said, Nature's way, like cats
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 - Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked to Sherry Blue Sky in the Imaginary Garden at
 - I am linked to NaPoWriMo at

Wednesday, April 03, 2019

Day 03 NaPoWriMo 2019

Time is a word we revere
There once was time unnoted

A time when we didn't count ,
time we spent with another

A time of story exchange
or at night watching the stars

Then there was plenty of time
We didn't charge or collect
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As time passed time became scarce
Commodity bought and sold

Merchandise handling charges
to be expected like tips

Lost time lawsuits recovered
Waiting time, preparation
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Bible time, Solomon's time

"There's a time for everything, for every activity 
    a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot,

    a time to kill and a time to heal,
    a time to tear down and a time to build, 

    a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance, 

    a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, 

    a time to search and a time to give up,
    a time to keep and a time to throw away, 

    a time to tear and a time to mend, 
    a time to be silent and a time to speak,

    a time to love and a time to hate, 
    a time for war and a time for peace." 

(Ecclesiastes 3, verses 1 - 8, New International Version, 
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 - Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked to Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at 

 - Also linked with

Tuesday, April 02, 2019

Day 02 NaPoWriMo 2019

I am lonely, I need
to find a mate or two

The ones I had have left
Another place they stay

Couple were flat chested
We called them 'flat bladed'

Then there was kinky head
We all call him Phillip

I miss them so, they're gone
Not to return again

I'm asking for your help
Who would you recomend

Comes the master, he has
a new crop of workers,

I get to choose my mate
Two flat blades, one phillip

Help, criteria, three
Fill my bed, two drawers
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 - Photo  and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019,
 - I'm linked with Anmol, aka  HA, in the Imaginary Garden at
 - Also I'm linked to NaPoWriMo Day Two at

Monday, April 01, 2019

Day 01 NaPoWriMo 2019


They said to me, Come
So I came, smiling

Then they said, Not you
Not you again please

You dunce, complete fool
Then I said, smiling

You call, I obey
Always at your call

They said not today
A joke, April Fool !!!

So I left crying
I knew, they're the fools
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden at
 - ALSO it is the beginning of National Poetry Month.   For the last three years I posted a poem every day.  This year probably not so, only some days.  Other Day Napowrimo, where I'm also linked, one of 190 plus.

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