Going Gothic? Gross at Least -- a Poem for dVerse Poetics Day and Friday Writings

   filipendulous 

'twas most embarrassing 

most I've ever been 

hanging from a thin thread 

a big glob of snot 

a thin yellowish thread 

slimy sticky stream 

out from my nose dangling

holding glob from fall 

onto my chest would fall 

sneeze was bad enough 

bad, embarrassing me 

table of twenty 

nineteen were watching me 

left my hanky home 

host handed a cloth 

napkin shiny silk 

loosened by dreadful sneeze

mine was on the floor 

grateful and humbled big 

fiancé's rescue

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved

 - Prompt Word furnished by Kim, hosting dVerse Poetics today at 

  https://dversepoets.com/2023/07/11/poetics-one-word/

 - The word from Kim's list was used as my title, filipendulous, which means "hanging by something thin." "

 - Click here to read other's efforts' the fruit from others using the words they have chosen. 

 - I'm also linked with Magaly at the Friday Writings #85 though I've declined her very impressive prompt material.  I've been busy doing church work (VBS cadre) and have a lot of catching up to do.  Most will choose an option she offers.  See the work for all who are writing for her this week at  

    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 

 - The first part of my poem reminds me of one time my sister coughed: 

sister's memories vary, she remembers best how I taught her to avoid smoking cigarettes. By some illicit means known only to me I had acquired a pack. We went down to the creek and 'smoked.' I think Lois smoked two.

She claims they made her sick. I only remember a lot of coughing and meaningless words from her. To this day I can't recall how I ever convinced her to 'smoke' the second.

My other favorite memory is teaching her to drive Dad's pickup. I taught a lot of girls and women to drive, maybe even ten. My kids count for two of them. Lois was always a bad driver. Once on the way home from school she ran over a neighbor's mailbox. Another time later in life she ran right into someone and totaled out a very nice Oldsmobile she and hubby, Jim. W, owned. [purloined from a previous post of mine, at 

   https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2010/06/flashback-friday-3-my-sister-lois.html ]

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ROCKS with IMAYO form ~~ a poem for dVerse MTB

  Toto's Rock Garden

 

'Cause my dog loves a garden -

I made one for him 

with pretty rocks but there's no -

not one, cockle shell 

but only rocks, pretty rocks -

painted bright colors 

and now we're looking for him -

a wee white fairy 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2017 (bottom picture) and 2023 respectively, All Rights Reserved -- Bottom picture of Katrin credits here

 - I'm linked with Laura Bloomberry at dVerse MTB Rocking the IMAYO , 

https://dversepoets.com/2023/07/13/mtb-rocking-the-imayo/  

 - Click here to read other writers' works with ROCKS and using the IMAYO form's one long sentence poem

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Kisses, eggs, and kids ~~ a Poem for dVerse Quadrille Twelfth's Anniversary

An Even Dozen  

That's an art of sorts 

Way too many most 

Not enough a few 

It all depends on 

commodity rife 

A dozen kisses 

That's way overmuch 

Twelve eggs is just right 

Kids, don't even think 

I've five really fine 

Dozens are handy 

Kisses couple's fine 

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehove 2016 and 2023, respectively, All Rights Reserved  

 - Photos and ensuing text are from my earlier post, 

    https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2016/03/moms-machine-warm-heart-wednesday-no-016.html

 - I'm linked with  msjadeli in Quadrille at Happy dVerse Twelfth Anniversay, 

    https://dversepoets.com/2023/07/10/happy-dverse-twelfth-anniversary/ 

 - Here a Quadrille poem has exactly 44 words not counting the title, tonight it should use the word Twelve. 

 - Clicking here will take you to the site containin links to other writer's efforts with their Quadrille writings.

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TMI Stuff?

Of growing up on the farm, the chicken end was pretty much Mom's, the feeding and growing and the care of the eggs that the hens would lay.  Saturday night found her cleaning the eggs that were produced for the week.  Often I would 'help' her as it was a good time to have Mom just for myself. 

She didn't have to grade them, like Grade AA Large, but this scale would take care of the sizing if she were to sell to an individual or a retailer.  Most times we took the eggs to a produce house. 

Chart is from Southern States Cooperative; How to grade and size eggs.

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