My Homes, some of them - a Poem for Friday Writings

    Old house the home where I was born 

     Two bedrooms, kitchen, living room

     Porch where I slept, 'neath fallen tree 

       Privileges, run of house--my home 

          Mom, Dad, sister, me--family 

  Homes and feelings

Home to me is where 

I'm living now 

And just about where 

I've lived before 

Count my dropout times 

listing them 

won't  fit on one page 

At age seventeen 

I lost its love 

Second home would be 

Mom's Aunt xxx's home 

Lincoln, Nebraska, 

College kid then 

Alone, isolated 

three rooms 

three tenants 

no homey privileges

Three semesters passed 

dropped out and moved  

Three years rented rooms 

Those three years 

They passed fairly fast 

I moved around a lot 

One was a 

basement appartement 

Landlady lived alone 

Free of rent, I had to 

keep coal for the furnace 

keep the sidewalk clear 

clear of leaves and snow 

That was a nice home 

Furnished, it felt nice and cozy 

Bachelor left alone 

no privileges still 

But then one day 

the landlady wanted me 

to clear the sidewalk leaves 

I said I would come Monday 

Had a busy weekend  

(dating, working on the car,

 our race car 1934 Ford coupe 

 Sunday was race the car day) 

She said now, I said 

"I quit.  This is a job to me 

and I can quit when I want 

I moved Monday night 

My home once again lost 

and then found anew 

This was like old home 

I worked with the man 

and knew the son 

I had TV again in rented place 

Ate with them some times

Felt like a second son 

Ended less than a year 

I became married 

and 

was drafted into the Army 

two weeks apart 

Start another write 

another day 

New type of life 

Bachelor days are over, 

for a long while 

[A toy 1934 Ford Coupe]

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2007 (URL) and 2023 respectively, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Rosemary at Friday Writings#96 at 

   https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 

 - For our writing prompt  Rosemary has asked, "Please tell us: what, for you, conjures up Home?" 

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Lucky Guy -- a Poem for dVerse Poetics

Look under the bridge

Can see Sydney's underpants

Not unlike Paris 

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As I went under the bridge 

My mind began to wander 

Away from the tourist sights 

Remembering childhood day  

Bridges where I used to play 

Down at  the creek on our farm 

Over on the graveled road 

Under that bridge where I played 

Followed creek through the fence 

Duke and I sat on the bank 

Throwing rocks into the stream 

Duke was taking a short nap 

Sleeping dog reminded me 

I's thinking how it would be 

To be homeless here except 

My bed, blanket and a dog 

I'm the lucky veteran 

There's so many have no home 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018 (URL) and 2023 respectively, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Punam for the dVerse prompt, Bridge, in our write for "Poetics: Building Bridges" at 

    https://dversepoets.com/2023/09/26/poetics-building-bridges/ 

 - Click here to read others' writings for the prompt 

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