Ladies I Knew - a Poem for the Sunday Muse
To the ladies I have known
Some for a day
others seemed and hoped forever.
I've changes your names,
to "protect the innocent "
Painting by Richard Burlet “Woman in Blue”
My first steady girl friend
Earline, a very fancy girl
came from a farm but then
lived in the YWCA
Curfew at Eleven PM
cut out of foolishness
After eleven the cruise gang
was just beginning to
take the streets
We dated for about a year
Mrs. Farmer lived downstairs
She'd covered her back patio
made extra room
for her niece who lived with
Mrs. F was my landlady
didn't mind my oddities
The niece left for Israel to live
I moved closer to my work
I never saw Mrs. Farmer
or her niece again
National Geographic 1959 Inuit boy, Alaska
Made coffee the boss and more
Bets liked me a lot, a fun girl
came to visit me a lot too
We'd go for motorcycle rides
Never serious body closeness
One day after lunch,
a going way party for a fellow,
we didn't come back to work that day
Her husband was off to war
she left our work when he came back
Bees near her bonnet--didn't let them in
I called her my Hippie Friend
barefoot, straggly blond hair
cutoff jeans, bicycle at the stairs
yellow dog waiting there for her
Smart as a whip, "A" in calculous
studied it in English class, back class row
For "Contemporary Economics" class
built a sidewalk for underprivileged school kids
we took my VW Bug way up north
Three of my lady friends
each married a buddy of mine
Angel was fancy, like fancy parties
she invited me to escort her one night
Houston Rodeo Kick Off Party,
at the Coliseum guest ball room
Helena married my race car driver bud,
her sister Irene and I sat in the back seat
the night before her wedding,
her fiancé was driving
Mrs. Jim I married years and years ago
Though there were a few others,
my foolishness was over, parked my motorcycle
when she was of child
I love her dearly, she the
dearest real love ever one could find
She found me at a singles supper
that our apartment landlady was giving
We didn't know each other before
and I was not supposed to be there
It was the first night of my night class
but the prof took role and apologized
He let us go home--my Buddy Mike and his lady friend
had saved me a plate, saying "Jim might come"
I came and the
rest was history
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| [click on photo for larger view, click once or twice] [We were ready to depart from Aukland, NZ] |
- Bottom Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2013 and 2023 respectfully, All Rights Reserved
- The rest of photos are the ones that Carrie , hosting, has chosen for inspiration for us to write, at the Sunday Muse #242, I decided to choose every one of them,
- I am also posting it one of my other blogs, "To All the Girls . . . " at
- I am also linking to dVerse Saturday February 18 at
- You can read other writers' entries here,
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posted by Jim @ 2/18/2023 09:04:00 AM
10 comments
10 Comments:
A journey in poetry and images and Jim's love life memories. I enjoyed this my friend!
Love the way each memory explodes and then fades as the next arrives, like driving down a highway with interesting little towns zipping by until you reach where you're going.
A lovely stroll down memory lane, billboards of the past and then reaching the destination that was meant to be. May you celebrate many more years together - Truedessa
A lovely cavalcade of beauties rolling down the page, Jim. You saved the best for last. Enjoyable read.
And the rest is history Jim. Thanks for sharing your escapades. Much ❤love to you and Mrs Jim. Thanks for dropping by my blog.
Hey, great. You got them all, nice job!
This is brilliant Jim, and the conclusion was a delight to read!
Love how you told your story through brilliant interpretation of your voice in the images.
I’m surprised you can remember them all, Jim! Mrs Jim won your heart in the end, and you’ve had so many adventures with her, she certainly won the prize.
Love all the illustrations - glad you used them all so I could see them.
ah yes....serendipity .... meeting one's true love in happenstance venue and time! Ain't love grand?
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