At the Sign - a Poem for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day Thirteen

 

        Sidewalk Closed 

"Sidewalk Closed," that's what the sign said 

No other words, there's just those two 

'Twas abrupt, a slap in the face 

A traffic jam in the morning 

Runners piling up, a big heap 

Like falling dominoes, pile grows 

One body upon another falling 

Straight line not one falls to the side 

Call the cops before someone's hurt 

Laughing because there's nothing else 

The sides are mud, a sticky mess 

Puddles too would get in their shoes 

Get up and turn back nothing else 

Nothing else to do--laugh it off 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day Thirteen, 

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

    not following the prompt today, I am reading signs from my car

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a "Tall Tail"? -- a poem for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day Twelve

 

      Jimmie Boy 

 

Jimmie Boy was born an orphan 

In the nursery for newborns 

He was saying Mama, Dadad 

As if he knew was supposed to 

Supposed to have like others 

Others had mothers to feed them 

Daddies to teach the alphabet 

Someone had told him right after 

Right after he was born without  

They'd been killed in car accident 

But 'twas no accident.  Careless 

The other guy had been drinking 

 

The nurse had told him right away 

Jimmie Boy was a fast learner 

Luck, fostered by geniuses 

In school, first grade when he was two 

That didn't work, he knew it all 

All they could teach so had home school 

Graduated when he was ten 

What could, no would, his future hold 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day Twelve, here

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twelve-12/ 

    where were presented with an optional prompt idea of writing a "Tall tale".   

    If my poem is tall enough, then I satisfied the prompt?  

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My Pen -- a Poem for Friday Writings #122, Link and for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day Eleven

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      Ode to My Pen 

My pen, you are a trusty bud 

You're always a ready helper  

Mostly write what you'd never 

never thought possible 

Like a note to mother, working a 

puzzle, stick behind my ear 

Plucked you out of a cup at the bank 

More there but you were the one I saw 

Kind of like love at the first sight 

Even the store with gobs of pens 

Stores have oodles of others to choose 

I know you friends at the bank have me  

Pretty, black with somber green 

Hanging out my front pocket always 

You write so smoothly with black ink 

Black to match your color, goes well 

The clip I let show, how proud I am 

The folks are envious, you are so special 

I lend you out to the Mrs. and others 

I watch every thing they write 

Making sure they give you back 

They like you too, ask for you always 

Kidnaper some are known 

Into their pockets they'd thrust, I won't let 

And when night falls you are the first 

First to brush your teeth, put up your hair 

A special spot on my little night chest top 

You guard my expensive watch and 

ever present chapstick, too draped in black 

Smart phone is always your last bud to show 

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked with Rommy at Friday Writings #122 at    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2024/04/friday-writings-122-comfort-reads.html?m=1

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day Eleven, at 

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-eleven-12/

 - On Day Nine NaPoWriMo had suggested writing an ode 'to an object'.  I had something else to write that day, but the idea sounded good.  I'm doing that prompt idea here tonight.  I don't write many odes but like them much.  Here goes . . . 

 - I am also linked with Bjorn with dVerse Open Link #360 at 

    https://dversepoets.com/2024/04/11/open-link-360-saturday-live-option/

 - Click here to see how others have written for Open Link  

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My Box -- NaPoWriMo Day Ten and dVerse Poetics

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         My Box 

My box was once a shoe box 

I save boxes, this one is a keeper 

My box is large, the kind we all would like 

The box is made of strong cardboard 

This box had contained cowboy boots 

My box had waited to have a touch

T'would be by a rough and heavy hand 

My box was hurt, a clerk threw her away 

My box was rescued, rescued by me 

I feel my box has an affliction 

Towards me for bringing her home 

She likes to be near me when she can 

I keep my personal records with her 

Finance, travel, relationships, and the like 

Grocery shopping she loves, 

rides the cart like a small kid 

My box I gave her a name, Betty Jo   

Dressed her pretty with a coat of paint 

She sits on my writing desk 

Betty Jo likes to make the rhyme 

She has become a helper of mine 

We've grown really attached 

I wish she could talk 

Good night, polish box and go to bed  

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMO Day Ten 

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-ten-12/ 

 - I am also linked with Kim at dVerse Poetics, here 

    https://dversepoets.com/2024/04/09/a-box-of-poems/

 - Click here to read other writer's efforts with Kim's prompt

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A Question -- a Piece of Prose for dVerse Prosery and for NaPoWriMo Day Nine

["Fu Bao in quarantine ", In China, born in 2020, 

Panda Bear just came from lease at South Korea]

            

                    Bears Checking Out 

    I was asked the other day a question about the stars, "What does it matter that the stars we see are already dead?" I was stumped and of course I put it to rest along with seems a zillion rhetorical questions I have been asked. "I dunno."  

  

    When I got home I went to old trusty fellow, Mr. Bing whose helper is Ms. AI. They know a lot, trivia and otherwise. Well, he scratched his head calling a friend. Those two knew, he wanted to make sure.

    Bing's retort, “No matter how you look at it, the idea that all, or even most, or even a lot, of the stars you can see in the sky are already dead is simply wrong. It sounds true, and kinda sorta fits with things you might think you know, but in the end the facts will win.”* 

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 - * Note: found when asked the question in paragraph one, Bing (substitue for Google) answer word for word.  (URL)

 - Writing Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Dora at dVerse Prosery at 

    https://dversepoets.com/2024/04/08/prosery-amy-woolard/ 

 - Dora's instructions Write a piece of prose (not poetry) of no more than 144 words that includes what is the question asked in my first paragraph here.

 - Click here to read others' works with the prompt

 - I am also linked with NaPoWriMo Day Nine at 

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

 - NaPoWriMo to choose a Day is here, https://www.napowrimo.net/ 

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-- NaPoWriMo Day Eight

 

Mix and Match (not) 

He was 82 

She was 22 

He was filthy rich 

She was pee pot poor 

They met at dinner 

Vichyssoise with duck

Scalloped beans and rice 

She cooked French style 

Through stomach man's love 

His money her goal 

Los Vegas marriage 

Mutual courting six weeks  

Convenience wed 

Him to die her wait 

Please him he did wish 

Though neither occurred 

Back to mother she 

Batching alone he 

Lasted twenty years 

Both died in April 

That was their story 

Takes two make the change 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024 

 - I'm linked with NaPoWriMo Day Eight 

   https://www.napowrimo.net/day-eight-11/ 

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a Postcard -- NaPoWriMo Day Seven

My Postcard message for NaPoWriMo prompt, 4/7/2024

                                                       

            Wish your were here!            

  We're in our cabin now, fine balcony. Do me    

  a favor please, feed Mickey. Key's under the    

  Mat. Home in three weeks, call you later.        

     Thanks buckets, Love, Jimmy                      

                                                                     

Pictue side of thr card:

 Adi is retiring from Pet Partners

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Adi's working life link

Lot's about Adi link

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- Writing Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo Day Seven at    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-seven-10/ 

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