NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Ten - What

[ My photo -- Along South Africa  Highway ]

 Rain drops and door knobs 

You can hear the rain drops 

Falling on my tin roof 

I'm looking for something 

But I don't know what it is 

Not to keep the rain away 

Cause I kinda like it that way 

I'm looking for something 

but I don't know what it is 

Got doorknobs on my mind 

Looking through the drawer

Those doorknobs are in my head 

In my head and they won't go away 

Rain on my tin roof 

sweet music in my ear 

But I've got doorknobs in my head 

Doorknobs are turning now 

Turn one to let you in 

But close the door behind you 

We can't let the rain come in 

Its falling on my tin roof 

Noise louder than 

my washing machine 

Raindrops falling 

Doorknobs turning 

Washing machine 

Tin roof patter 

And you come in 

That's the melody 

Singing in my head 

No meaning to me 

Perhaps you'd better stay 

I'm looking for something 

But I don't know what it is 

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Ten,  https://www.napowrimo.net/day-ten-9/ 

 - I'm also linked with Magaly Guerrero for the Writer's Pantry #65, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/search/label/Writers%E2%80%99%20Pantry 

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Nine - The To-Do Bucket List

I'm making my list 

It won't be my last but it is for my last.  My list has oft been revised but here goes afresh.  

My 2021 Bucket List to date (Listed in order of enjoyability and necessity combined and sometimes is  contradictory):

Travel 

 - plan cruises (Amazon River, Suez Canal, Caribbean, Trans Atlantic or Pacific) 

 - visit relatives in Iowa, Nebraska, Louisiana, Tennessee, possibly Oregon (??) 

 - Noah's Ark in Kentucky and/or Turkey

Medical

 - finish healing as possible my broken toe 

 - hearing assistance 

 - new upper teeth bridge 

 - health maintenance appointments 

Professional 

 - start and complete my CLE 

 - visit and/or join local bar association 

Pleasure 

 - start playing golf again 

 - start playing chess again 

 - get my Ford Mustang on the road again 

 - schedule grandkid activities 

Major spending 

 - keep estimates of other items on this list 

 - keep good records of all large item expenditures 

Family 

 - update our will

 - help the Misses with get-together plans 

 - try to involve family members in other items 

The Home 

 - possible downstairs A/C component replacements 

 - complete landscaping because of the major February freeze 

 - repaint where needed

Cars 

 - get the 1998 Ford Mustang GT Convertible  going again 

 - get the 1974 Ford Mustang II Ghia going again or sell it 

 - find replacement for the family car or keep it for a while longer -- it has lasted for 145,000 miles so far 

Organizations 

 - attend lodge meeting or 

 - visit local lodge 

 - volunteer for three more years church duty (or not)

 - find and participate for golf, possibly chess, senior groups 

Miscellany 

 - check with the state the if's and how's property in escheat

 - consider and plan for downsizing $$$'s and living arrangements that some seniors do 

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This sounds like plenty "To-do" for old retired folk, one is far past OBE.  I hope you've enjoyed reading my Bucket List.  You may wish to formally make your own.  

Oh yes, over the years my list and things to consider have changed.  Example, I've dropped visiting the South Pole, Antarctica, we were close enough by sailing around the Cape Horn and then up to The Falcon Islands.   Also Ireland and Italy already frown on my age visitors for driving.  And we've been to all 50 states already here at home.

See you all, call me, we might visit you or go along cruising with you.

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 - Writing here Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo Day Nine,  https://www.napowrimo.net/day-nine-7/ 

 - Our writing assignment for today was to write a To-Do "List Poem".   For me that verges on an Oxymoron as for sure my list isn't very poetic sounding.  

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Eight - a Tribute/Self Eulogy/Anthology

Body Outline; Lower Right (click for larger)

[my south of Cape Town, S. Africa Beach photo]

 

The Day I Died 

That day was mournful for me, and 

Day right after I died 

I had no funeral, no mourners weeping 

Hardly a soul knew I died except perhaps those who 

missed me, the ones who were on the streets a lot,  

as there I strolled.  I was friendly, a friendly chap

As we met there under sun or lights 

I offered my hand to you 

Only Jim, Jim a high school student 

He would shake my hand every time we met, 

that made my day 

But Jim didn't know I died, nobody did

except those who scoop the dead from the streets

Everybody in town almost knew my name

I was, and still am, Charley, Charley Frame  

I have no tombstone nor any marker on my grave

For my life there is nothing left to see

There is just me, and perhaps Jim

Jim who sees in his memory.

We shook hands.

Always did. 

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021 and 2020, All Rights Reserved

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Eight (National Poem Writing Month), https://www.napowrimo.net/day-eight-8/ 

 - There our suggested writing prompt was to write "a monologue delivered by someone who is dead. Not a famous person, necessarily – perhaps a . . ."  I wrote of a fellow, I cannot remember his name.  This is practically a true story, there may have been a few others who shook his hand that he always offered. 

 - I am attempting to write at least one poem a day for the National Poem Writing Month.  Today is Day Seven of the 30, you can see my progress here, NaPoWriMo 2021.

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Seven - Another Fib(onacci) Poem - Weekly Scribblings

[my 2006 photo, click pictures to enlarge]

My love, my Adi Beagle Dog

Good

Dog 

My dog

My Adi 

Adi Beagle Dog

Adi was a therapy dog 

Registered tested we were a pet therapy team 

[my 2007 photo, Adi ready for work]

Old folks were her faves, loved Alzheimer's especially 

Visited folk with me couldn't wait 

Didn't flaunt her breed   

Pure Beagle 

Adi 

My

Love 

Adi is retired from Pet Partners
.

Adi's working life link

Lot's about Adi link

.

Dear Jim,

Thank you for notifying us. We will be sure to honor Adi's past contribution to our Pet Partners Therapy Animal Program in our Interactions Magazine, and "Pet Partners, Retired" on our web page.

Warm Regards,
Kelly Schnitzmeier

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 - Poem and Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021 (Poem), 2006, 2007, 2012 (Photos), All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Seven (National Poem Writing Month 2021), https://www.napowrimo.net/day-seven-7/ 

 - And also linked with Rosemary Nissen-Wade at Weekly Scribblings  #64,  https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/04/weekly-scribblings-64-beloved-companions.html 

 - I am attempting to write at least one poem a day for the National Poem Writing Month.  Today is Day Seven of the 30, you can see my progress here, NaPoWriMo 2021.

 - NaPoWriMo guidelines for today were:  ". . . the Fib is a six-line form, the syllable count is based off the Fibonacci sequence of 1/1/2/3/5/8. You can  link multiple Fibs together into a multi-stanza poem, or even start going backwards after your first six lines, with syllable counts of 8/5/3/2/1/1. Perhaps you remember the Fibonacci sequence from math or science class – or even from nature walks. Lots of things in the natural world hew to the sequence – like pinecones and flower petals. And now your poems can, too."  [I broke rules slightly, as I went the seventh line with 13 syllables, I still call it a Fib(onacci) poem.]

Fibonacci Number (per google search)

In mathematics, the Fibonacci numbers, commonly denoted Fₙ, form a sequence, called the Fibonacci sequence, such that each number is the sum of the two preceding ones, starting from 0 and 1. That is, and for n > 1. The beginning of the sequence is thus: Under some older definitions, the value F₀=0 is omitted, so that the sequence starts with F₁=F₂=1, and the recurrence Fₙ=Fₙ₋₁+Fₙ₋₂ is valid for n > 2. 

My Fib poems of the past, https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/search?q=fib  

My "Adi" poems of the past, https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/search?q=adi 

Adi died in 2012, I miss her sooo very much still. Click here, Link to Adi's Meme .

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Six - an Acrostic

[My Photo]

'I sighed, "I wish I could remember what happened."'

 A M N E S I A 

Amnesia is not fun 

Memory like disease 

Never in my book of likes 

Ever since my accident 

Since then I know, not before 

I wish I knew you--my bride 

Amnesia took me from 

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Six, ,https://www.napowrimo.net/1942-2/  

 - I am attempting to write at least one poem a day for the National Poem Writing Month.  Today is Day Six of the 30, you can see my progress here, NaPoWriMo 2021.

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Five -- Poem - Place

[my photo]

Place Where I Could Go; Jim Hovendick a.k.a. Jimmiehov

Of all the places I could go  would be France, St. Remy, Provence 
I'd see again haunts of Van Gogh It would be the Olive Gardens within a walk to his sickroom, call it that; sanatorium I’ve been there before, Olive Grove— 
the view below outside his room.
There a hole, once was a nice ear the one that he'd cut off himself off in an instant , then regretsbarking dogs ate it as it was,entered, admitted his own self.Asked them fix his hole and his mind perhaps he'd treat his bod better. 

[my photo of Van Gogh's artwork at Centre d'Art Presence Van Gogh Saint-Remy-de-Provence]

Notes:  1. I used the first letter of each line below from Natalie Shapero's poem (below), Pennsylvania, to write my poem above with the same first letter as per the NaPoWriMo prompt linked below. 2. I took "Poet's Liberty", I doubt the dogs ate his cut off ear, not soon at least.

Pennsylvania

Natalie Shapero

Other children, when I was a child,would at times invoke the inner light—I misunderstood.I thought it meant God scorcheswithin us, and God, like a torch,can go out. That was so long ago.I’ve since ceased my believing in death—there’s no such thing.There’s only a kind of brownout,the whole of the globe turningoff for a moment, then shudderingback, the same as it was,except one person short.And then before long, an utter newperson is born. Somebody worse. 
https://poems.com/poem/pennsylvania/
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 - My Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved  - My Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006, All Rights Reserved, http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2006/04/biscuit-biscuit-while-staying-at.html - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Five (National Poem Writing Month 2021) for the prompt idea, https://www.napowrimo.net/day-five-8/ . 

NaPoWriMo 2021, Day Four ~~ Sunday Muse ~~ My Mirror

 

Reflections 

I look every time I leave the house 

And ask, Mirror, Mirror on the wall 

Please, what do you see for me today  

Then I hold my breath for its response 

like

Will it be breakfast at Joe's Diner 

Will my important client be there 

Will my shoes be shined my tie be straight 

Will the client sign the dotted line 

or

When can I come to your house again 

The coffee was sublime, waffles too 

When will you let me come flowers in hand 

lots more questions

How, what, would, which, where, why 

questions my mirror might answers tell 

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  - I am attempting to write at least one poem a day for the National Poem Writing Month.  Today is Day Four of the 30, you can see my progress here, NaPoWriMo 2021.

 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Carrie for the photo at Sunday Muse #154,  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/04/sunday-muse-154.html?m=1 

 - I am also linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 4 (National Poem Writing Month, Day 4), https://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-9/  which had different pictures than the one I used from Carrie's.