April -- NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 07 -- and a Write for Friday Writings

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The Love Letter 

When I first held you 

The invention of fire (!!)

Haunted by the past 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Rommy at the Friday  Writings #71  at  

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo, National Poem Writing Month, for writing ___________. You can see the instructions and will be able to read others' writings there at    

    https://www.napowrimo.net/ , 

and then click on the day's title that you wish to read.  This one will be posted on "Day 7" but I am not following the given prompt suggestion.

 - Rommy has invited us to write about “small victories” 

 - A 'Spine Poem" makes a poem using the words of spines of books.  I composed this Senryu during a recent library visit

 - The little Flirty Guy follows most of my love poems.  I found him outside a store in Gdańsk, a city on the Baltic coast of northern Poland. .

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April -- NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 03 -- a Modified Poem to be INSIDE OUT and EXACT OPOSITE as possible modified

Abou Ben Adhem

BY LEIGH HUNT -- but modified to be 

inside out and EXACT oposit e  as possible modified

Abou Ben Adhem (may his clan dimmish!)

Slept one morning from a night of turmoil,

And missed, within the sunlight in his room,

Making it poor, and like a corn cob in decay,

An angel reading from a tablet of foil:—

Exceeding turmoil had made Ben Adhem skittish,

And to the presence in the room he said,

"What readest thou?"—The vision lowered its head,

And with a look made of some angry discord,

Answered, "The names of those who hate the Lord."

"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Yep, I guess so,"

Replied the angel. Abou spoke more loudly,

And angerly still; and said, "I curse thee, then,

Read me as one that hates his fellow men."

The angel read, and lingered. The next day 

It came again with a little darkened grin,

And showed the names whom wrath of God had cursed,

And piss! Ben Adhem's fame faded below most of the cursed.

Abou Ben Adhem

BY LEIGH HUNT, (Modified by jimmiehov)

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Abou Bhem (the original)

BY LEIGH HUNT

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)

Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,

And saw, within the moonlight in his room,

Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,

An angel writing in a book of gold:—

Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,

And to the presence in the room he said,

"What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head,

And with a look made of all sweet accord,

Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."

"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"

Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,

But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then,

Write me as one that loves his fellow men."

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night

It came again with a great wakening light,

And showed the names whom love of God had blest,

And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.                                 

Notes:  

    1. "Abou Ben Adam" was the first poem besides nursery rhymes that I memorized.  I like it still and remember most of it.  I chose this poem from a small volume of popular poems that my mother had in her bookcase. 

    2.  Our directions for this messed up poem, "here’s our prompt for the day (optional, as always). Find a shortish poem that you like, and rewrite each line, replacing each word (or as many words as you can) with words that mean the opposite. For example, you might turn “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” to “I won’t contrast you with a winter’s night.” Your first draft of this kind of “opposite” poem will likely need a little polishing, but this is a fun way to respond to a poem you like, while also learning how that poem’s rhetorical strategies really work. (It’s sort of like taking a radio apart and putting it back together, but for poetry)."

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 - Poem modifications Copyright, jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with the Day Three of NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month,                      

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-three-9/ 

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April -- NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 02 -- a "What is This" Write using a Word List

 

The White Queen

Under Bridge with Dick and Harry

Black Friday

 

Photo and Spine Poem are Copyright
© 2015 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

 

On August 4, 2015, I had this linked with Marian at the The Tuesday Platform

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My write for the day, April 2, 2023:

      What is this? 

What is a Song?

    It's a tune waiting to be murdered 

    by a guy like me who cannot sing 

    but he tries--utter flop 

What is an Owl? 

    An owl is a funny bird who can't 

    sleep at night, partly because 

    he has four dimensions of color 

    spectrum vision that keeps him awake 

What is an Oyster? 

    Its a little sea monster who's afraid 

    to come out of its shell; it only 

    does that when it is dying and 

    ready to be cooked or eaten raw 

What is the Fog? 

    It's a condition of the brain so
    that the one who's in it acts silly
    goofy and cannot think straight

What is a Ghost?

    It's a person who dresses in a white 

    sheet at Halloween time; he tries 

    to scare old ladies and little kids 

and a bonus,

What is a Quahog? 

    A Quahog is a word that I didn't 

    know the meaning of until I sicced 

    my Search Engine on it

    You can find it out also, just click here 

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 - Photo and Poem, Copyright,  jimmhehov 2015 and 2023 respectiverly, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo, National Poem Writing Month, for writing of five to ten of the words listed below.  You can see the instructions and will be able to read others' writings there at  

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-two-10/

My word list was:

owl          generator      fog      river      clove      miracle      cyclops     oyster     mercurial     seaweed     gutter         artillery     salt      elusive      thunder      ghost      acorn      cheese      longing      cowbird     truffle     quahog         song 

Note: 

The dictionary pictured in this Spine Poem is 110 years old and had belonged to my father. We were in the process of moving and I was about to throw it away. I had been keeping it because I thought it was the one Dad 'corrected', by changing the pronunciation of Hostess to utilize a soft "O" that he had penned in. My mother would always be very upset at him and his, 'whatever' whenever he would bring this up. 

Now come to find out after my saving this dictionary for several years after Dad died (2009 at age 97) that this it is not the one he had changed. Bummer, so I had thought that I would throw it out even if it was published in 1913, making it 110 years old. A 'Spine Poem" makes a poem using the words of spines of books. Here I used some liberty in using a similar sounding but different meaning of the middle book in my stack.  You can see more of my Spine Poems by clicking here

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