JIM'S LITTLE PHOTO AND POEM PLACE

Snow on the Windshield

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Our drive to Missouri should should have been

unadventual in the back seat

Father was driving our Chevrolet

a 1934 black two door

Dad and Mom up front, two kids in back,

we were pulling a two wheel trailer

empty but would be full coming back

Dad would fill it with cedar fence posts.

The ride was fun for sister and me

She was two years old and I was six

But trouble came soon in Missouri

Rain started and it leaked through the roof

Sister climbed up front to be with Mom

but there was no place for me to go

A blanket got soaked and I was too

We were glad when Grandma's house got near

My grandparents were glad to see us

With five grandkids I was Grandma's fave

The other three lived in Oregon

Grandma had three kids of her own there

She took us to a fish hatchery

We had hamburgers to eat that trip

Jack, her son who was my age and I

Played mostly outside, toy trucks and cars

One time I was very peeved with Jack

He told his mom on me, "naughty me"

Told her I was playing with "my self"

She told him shame, don't be Tattletale

Going home, fence posts and all went well

I have never heard from my mother

Grandma's good 'bout telling our secret

(Note: We lived on a small share crop farm north of Omaha, Nebraska. My parents are buried there but I have moved to Texas now.)

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- I am linked with "What's Going on " at https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/?m=1 -- This poem is posted for my experience of a road trip.. Go there to read others about cars and trips.

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- Notes:

a. The "snow" here is related to our writing instructions for this week that involved cars and road trips.

b. My poem for today is true. My mother wasn't hard on me and may not have wanted to bring this up. Like she did when she found my cigarettes, took the cigarettes and left a note in my jeans pocket.

c. Grandmother here was just a few years older than my Mom. Grandpa was a widower and remarried a couple of years before my parents married. Then the started a new family.

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Monet's Boat

Mr. Monet don't you fall

I like your boat hang on tight

Do you fish are you fishing

I'll come up closer and look

I'm not sure where you are now

It's not your pond that's for sure

Your pond is so much smaller

There I like walking your bridge

Mr. Monet could I ride

Ride in this your fishing boat

I would like that very much

I say thank you in advance

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Note: We were in Monet's stomping place for several days, his garden near where he severed his ear

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- I am linked with Merril D Smith at dVerse at https://dversepoets.com/author/merrildsmith/

- Merril's writing instructions are, "You may write an ekphrastic poem inspired by Claude Monet’s “The Studio Boat.” Your poem does not need to include anything about reflecting or reflections, but it can."

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Tin Man and His Girlfriend

Tin Man seemed down in the dumps this morning. He was walking very slowly on the Yellow Brick Road, sniffling a little.

I called him, perking up he gladly came. "Mr. Tin what seems be the matter?" I asked. Gladly he answered: his girlfriend didn't seem herself, dumpy and quiet.

Let's get to the bottom. "How long have you two been dating?" 'Four months tomorrow," he muttered. "And what are you doing for her?" "Watch TV."

So I had him call, then to a fine restaurant; bring her flowers and box of her favorite chocolate candies.

Cheered up, he skipped, making the yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes moisten and brighten the yellow brick road.

Two days later walking hand in hand, they smiled as they passed, his finger and thumb waved to me a happy "All is fine, thank you sign."

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- I am linked with Björn at dVerse, at https://dversepoets.com/2025/09/15/prosery-t-s-eliot-and-j-alfred-prufrock/ for the prompt lines, "The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes . . ." from “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Elliot.

- Using Prose is to be this Prosery Monday and is not to be over 144 words. I have exactly 144 words here.

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14 Words of Love

Our this week's optional prompt asks us to share 14 loving words, or words about love – any kind of love, for anyone or anything. If that doesn't give you enough scope for everything you'd like to say, you may create several stanzas of 14 words each."

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With help of Ai google found

14 words of love for me

I'll try my best to wrap them all

With words of my own and Webster

All the time my precious sweetheart

Kiss on your cheek warm embrace

Old fashion love it works for us

Here are my words that I wil try:

Love, Ai gave my start from here

Agape, selfless puppy dog

AFFECTION, a little lighter

Adoration, Christmas tree kind

Devotion, only you Darling

Eros, comes as passionate love

LUDUS, playful love, pat your rear

Passion, my strong love relentless

Philautia, self-love, not my kind

Philia, friends love, old people

Pragma, committed, here to stay

Romance, see this in the movies

Storgē, familial love, touching

Warmth, cuddling, save for winter night

. . . Now my Darling, with all our kinds

We should marry, so will you please

(Shiver, shiver, are you ready?)

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- I am linked with "Friday Writings" 194 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1 --

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Grandma's house

I r

Ii

I remember my Grandma H

When she married her mother's word

You are boss of the house, who comes,

and who goes and all that's within

He is boss of the barn and more

All the animals and the wilds

The garden you will have a spot

Flowers and tasty vegetables

He will help harvesting your crop

And plowing the soil for next year

Pulling and hoeing weeds that grow

. . . All seemed to be going so well

Then after fifty years married

They celebrated open house

Invited friends from miles away

Grandpa installed a bar for friends

Grandma saw the bar and winced

Grandpa's friends came, bar in the barn.

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- I am linked with "What's Going on " at https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/?m=1 -- This poem is posted for "Lady's Rights Day", Go there to read others about rifts.

- I am also linked with Sanaa at dVerse open house, https://dversepoets.com/2025/09/11/open-link-night-391-with-live-edition/

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- Notes:

a. this is true and my grandfather did have to move his bar to the barn, his friends did meet down in the barn for drinks

b. I was born in this house.

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Good Stuff

This week, we are invited to “tell us something good. We know the world is full of a lot of bad, at the moment. So, any good (even if tiny) would be great to read about."

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Something good

Something good. Good to be shared

Something good. Good to be eaten

Something good. Good to be watched

Something good. Good to be listening to

Something good. Good to be stored

Something good. Good to be sold

Something good. Good to be smelled

Something good. Good to be remembered

Something good. Eight will be enough

Something good. You, or I, can think of more

Something good.

Something good. Now I found the real stuff:

Something good. Tell you my claim to fame

Something good. Chocolate is my fave

Something good. I watch college football

Something good. I listen to Willie Nelson sing

Well, I narrowed it down to the last four

Now I'll chip on them a bit and pick one

My claim to fame is only in my mind

In my mind and it'll stay just for me

Chocolate's wonderful, have some every day

Aways on a graham with meds, not time

College football on TV each weekend

But college football isn't 'til next week

That leave some Willie Nelson for tonight

Now where did I leave that old CD?

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- I am linked with "Friday Writings" 193 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1 --

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Can't Complain

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Good Evening All

Just a shorty

Bedtime's come and gone

Here to tell you

Lived a happy life

Had a few bumps

Bumps along the way

Father was mean

Boxed my ears for naught

First wife ran off

Fell for a student

Trust for women

'Twas gone for three years

Those were bad times

Doors opened for me

Rest was simple

Behind something good

I don't complain

Hitched fifty-two years

Best wife for me

Simple, beautiful

Open doors, used cars

New ones not called for

GI Bill was good

College, three degrees

Jobs as needed

Factory then service

There I learned a trade

Aerospace Engineer

Back to school

College after work

With law degree

I taught Business Law

Been retired, years

Twenty-six Mrs

Twenty-four mine

Golf and travel time

Now we are aged

Life's been good for us

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I am liked with "dVerse" at

https://dversepoets.com/2025/09/02/poetics-tuesday-lifes-lemons-and-lemonade-making/

Three Word Invite

This week we are invited to write poetry or prose which explores (or includes) the following words: delulu, lewk, broligarchy.

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This little guy greeted us as we came in or out our hotel in Guatemala. The link below will see him play. Remembering our three words is as hard as teaching them to monkeys.

https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-little-monkey-friend.html?m=1

Three Little Words

A little "list poem" for you today

My list is short, just three little words

Three little words that I never knew

Never knew before, how about you?

My Words for You

Google knows a lot I gave it try

These words are old, K-pop fans abriev

My talk will never use, silly words

Here goes my list, google copied stuff

1. delulu, a slang term, short for "delusional," and is used to describe someone who holds unrealistic, overly optimistic beliefs or fantasies, often with a playful or self-aware tone.

2. lewk, a slang term, a deliberately stylized spelling of "look," that describes a distinctive, carefully curated, and often impressive fashion or personal style.

3. broligarchy, it involves a small group of wealthy men who are not elected but wield significant power over government and society.

Well now you know three more silly words

'Nough to be a starter, mess your brain

May slip away, but no one will cry

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- I am linked with Magaly at "Friday Writings" 192 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1 --

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Rifts

What do I smell

I smell a rift a'coming

Little boy holding his pants

Small in size he isn't big

Hasn't learned line etiquette

Standing aside folks don't know

They think various of him

Perhaps his mama's in one

in there and using the lew

Or she is counting the flow

Could he be lost in the out

Out houses don't talk to ask

Yes, yes he is that I'm sure

Little boy could you be lost

Or is your mama inside

Every one rushing, pushing

That's the case, I'll get you in 😏

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- I am linked with "What's Going on " at https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/?m=1 . Go there to read others about rifts.

Old Hat

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That Old Hat

That old hat had belonged

Belonged to someone sad

Sad because the hat was . . .

Well the old hat was lost

Lost and left in the church

Wedding's over I took

A sad hat, took it with

I would never wear it

Not a goof hat like this

My sister told me scoop

The hat had been there long

Hadn't been claimed, dunno

That was license for me

For that hat I had plans

"Don't tell Sis, my Secret"

"When we leave leave it there

On her hanger in back

Low too where she won't see "

Will she tell what she did

Surprise, surprise for her

Then mail surprise for me

A package in the mail

From mysister, that hat

Kept a day, sent it back

Back and forth that hat went

Don't know where it is now

Who has it, we don't know

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- I am linked with Mary at "Whats Going On", she wants for us to tell her our head gear story.

- Same story, earlier and more details here: https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2013/12/six-word-saturday.html?m=0

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Spilled Beans

Who's Spilling the Beans

'Twas our little secret

No one was to know, awk

Every one on the street

Now they all are talking

Talking bout you and me

Nasty sole he, she, told

Who's spilling the beans

We know one of you

Again now, once more spilled

Who's spilling the beans

We want this to stop, NOW

Secrets ours, OURS ALONE!

Who's spilling the beans

One more time better not

I'll tell y'all's mother

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- I am linked at dVerse with directions to write an Ubi Sunt poem; Laura is today's host of our "Meeting the Bar Tursday, https://dversepoets.com/ (dated August 21, 2025)

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Go or Not Go

A Big Decision Made

I'm standing on the side

Beckons side of my bed

Back to bed or stay up

Small dilemma beckons

I'm soothing the bed bar

The bar put there for me

Saves from another fall

Day I couldn't get up

She, my wife called some friends

Four o'clock, morning called

Laying on the floor stuck

Two came and pulled me up

Looking now at the bar

Partner, wife still asleep

Quick decision, bed called

Back in bed, only eight

Small pillow 'tween my knees

Covers over my head

Hope soon I'll be snoring

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(Note: This is true, the reason I could not get up is that I cannot get on my knees, never crawl again is that both kneecaps have been broken and didnot heal, onlyCalcified. )

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- I am linked with Melissa at dVerse with directions to write from I was and go from there. https://dversepoets.com/ (dated August 20, 2025)

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Tin Man Troubles

Tin Man's Problem

Tin Man had troubles. Rust was beginning to form on his limbs, all four. Being a gardener of kind he turned to me for help. Caught me on Saturday's visit to the city garden, famed Yellow Brick Road checking my shopping list. I remembered my mother helping grandmother with the same problem only much worse, the elderly lady was cured of the rust in six days.

Mother used her secret concoction, squeeze the juices in equal amounts. Ingredients were simple, all from my garden. One fourth pint of each, mothers song, “The future gathers in vine, bush, and tree: Persimmon, walnut, loquat, fig, and grape.” Now five pints of sticky-like green, his rust should go away the second week of dally applications.

Bless my mother's green thumb, her home remedy medicine worked with Tin Man, his rust was gone the second week.

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- I am linked with Sanaa at dVerse, at https://dversepoets.com/2025/08/18/prosery-yvors-time-and-the-garden/ for the prompt lines, "The future gathers in vine, bush, and tree: Persimmon, walnut, loquat, fig, and grape.” ( From the poem “Time and the Garden.” )

- Using Prose is to be this Prosery Monday and is not to be over 144 words. Mine is 144 words.

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Tiny Beauty (Found)

This week, our optional prompt is asking us to write on something small but beautiful. I chose the tiny fruit fly.

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Battle of Giants Not

My battle with the fruit fly

Pretty, tiny, stealthy bug

But I smacked him good just now

He landed on a white place

Bottom of my coffee cup

Down side up from yesterday

The little buggers like white

They'll settle bravely and search

Search for what, must be some food

Most times futtle smack attempts

The smack comes a bit too late

Stinging hand's only damage

Or the imp was squashed to ooze

This time dreadfully different

Unknowingly a hero

Life donated for my poem.

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- I am linked with "Friday Writings" 191 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1 --- getting the prompt there, it has links readers can use to read the other Writer's efforts.

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Didn't Croak

Didn't Do

Letter of missing the boat

My boat was based on the list

List of things I hadn't done

I did them all, I'm still here

You were with me all the time

They were saying we're "like twins

Joined at the hip, used his list"

Now we must each make our own

We didn't croak pity us

Theres not much to look for now

82 countries I've been

Raised five children countless grands

Getting to be time to croak

Perhaps I will this summer

To you Happy Summerween

I'm the older, love you more

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- I am linked for this weeks prompt at What's Going On

- I am also liked with "Friday Writings" 190 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1 --

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Be My

My Bod

I have but one body

Or can you find some more

nobody's somebody

Anybody might care

especially Mrs.

Peabody's big girl

She was my Valentine

Mrs. Peabody's daughter

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- Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006, my stickman art URL

- I am linked with Rosemary for Friday Writing #126 at (now 189)

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/

where

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. . Rosemary has asked us to write a poem or story (or a few) in only 160 characters including title and spaces. (If you choose to write more than one, please put them all in one post and make sure that collectively they don't exceed our 369 word limit.)

. . A flop I'll try again. (You might figure I've improved)

My Woods Walk

Introduction to the poem

Written by a man who has no close friends

Grew up on a farm closest was his dog

(Married now he and wife joined at the hip)

Morning's Rising

The woods were mine that morning

Mine and the birds all around

Adi my Beagle stayed home

'Twas way to cold for her

Birds were singing all around

Mocking bird returned my call

"Who cooks for you" was my call

"Who cooks for you" its return

A little squirrel jumped down

Came after some nuts I'd thrown

Quickly it had company

Quickly all the nuts were gone

Bread crumbs for the rabbits

They timidly watching me

Softly, quietly they came

Bigger pieces they ate first

Gray Wolf on the hill howled

He howled to those down below

Famous art seemed to have known

Posed like the one on my wall

Early morning had brightened

Peaking over horizon

Timidly the sun came up

It was time to feed my dog

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- I am linked with Lillian at dVerse https://dversepoets.com/

- I am also linked for Susan's prompt at What's Going On - a Weekend with Friends

Hurts

Photo of Author's Knee Scars; Two Kneecap Replacement Surgeries

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Hurts Remembered

Scratches and scars

On my belly

and on my mind

They come, some stay

Most forgotten

"How it got there,"

That is the clue

Mostly the hurt

Hurts of the mind

Some always stay

And don't you say,

"I ain't got none"

Sometimes of those

Keep to your self

Those silent hurts

And inborn tears

Also my scalp

Bicycle ride

Under tin roof

They're a bad match

Chunk of my scalp

Left for the birds

Scars of both kinds

They're remembered.

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- I am am linked with "Friday Writings" 188 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1 --

- This week, we were invitedy to find a scar on your body (or in your mind/heart), and write poetry or prose inspired by it (how it happened, how it makes you feel, what it means to you...). If you don’t have any scars (hey, it could happen!), then find inspiration in the concept of scars.

- Except for the scar on my head, where I cannot see it, there aren't any more. My picture is a vein popping out to the surface. It doesn't hurt, and won't go away, doesn't bother me, any grudge I have nourished is under the rug.

Not too bad for an old man, 92 come October's end. A cruise perhaps. Aging is getting some blame for helping COVID's leavings, taste, smell, balance, memorie's forgetfulness, . . .

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Love Poem Ode ❤

All My Love

My heart went pitty patty that day I saw

I knew certainly you were cut out for me

Seems you saw me too I felt the earth shaking

Beauty did I dream

I'd seen the likes of you strolling on the street

Alone except for your mate what would he say

Perhaps he'd like a newer lass for the street

You could stroll with me.

Well, I bought you, dear Mustang GT 4.6

Convertible retirement present for me.

Now we cruise the streets together way we stroll

Consummate our love

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- Photo is of my retirement present from myself to me. A 1998 Mustang I bought in 2000 and retired in 2001. I've had her, loved her ever since. The dog is Adi, my loving Beagle. We were a registered Pet Therapy Pair, Alzheiimer's residents loved us to visit.

- I am am linked with "Friday Writings" 187 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1 --

- This week, we were asked to write a poem of celebration, whether of a person, a thing, an event… Optional extra: do it in the form of a Sapphic ode.

- I did write in Sapphic ode. The verses have four lines, the first three have eleven syllables, the fourth is with five syllables. These are often used in writing love poems.

In Uncertain Times

Resignation

Resignation, it's a word I never knew

Never knew, does that word now raise its mean head

Troubles ahead peaking around the corner

See THEIR ugly heads

Start with Mother Nature and her Climate Change

Papa Politic make up his mind he can't

Aunts and Uncles are dabbling Economy

Makes the Preachers swear

And others are nuzzling in should we resign

Then give up hope, dig our graves, find our shotguns

Not for me I'll wait and see if Better looms

Things change and adapt

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- I am linked with Mary at WHAT'S GOING ON, https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/

- Come see and click other's names, they link to that person's write.

- I wrote here tonight using Sapphic Ode form. I like it. Three eleven syllable lines then one with five syllables.

Rules of Life

Strength, Riches, Class;

How we live

Like it or not, survival

of the fittest often rules

That's a rule nature uses

Like it or not, possessions,

Who has the most lives the best

Millionaires get what they want

Like it or not we may be

Under the thumb who has spite

Prejudice, racial or class

School kids learn the rules passed down

Pased from kids older than they

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- Photo is of my youngest granddaughter at three years old, she is in high school now. It was taken at Pepa Pig Park near South Hampton, U.K.

- I am am linked with "Friday Writings" 186 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1 -- This week, the optional prompt is, "Survive out of spite".

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Man of the Streets

This will be the 2032nd post on this blog, the blog and first poem here was November 3, 2006. Some posts at the start could be a photo but no poem, other writings instead.

(Photo courtesy Piqsels)

Do You Know Him

Man of the streets, nobody cares

Man who's wanting to be your friend

Man who's passing offers his hand

The hand is not taken by most

Invariably they keep distance

Some folk will even cross the street

There must be a problem with him

That's often what they are thinking

Others don't wish to be involved

A few will shake his hand and leave

There was a college student near

He became friends with our old man

Shakes his hand every time they crossed

Often brings some food, burger, sandwich

Money not, man was no begger

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(Note: I was the college student. We developed quite a friendship. Then after three semesters I dropped out of college and went back home. I think of the man often but have never returned. )

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- I am linked with Sherry Blue Sky at"What's Going on" with the title today of "BEING HUMAN". You can find her here, https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/

- At that address besides prompt material you can also find other writers click name to read what they have written after studying that same prompt material.

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Resting

Just Resting

Where do I go for rest

Where do you go for rest

Lots of funny places

Be like the koala bear

Up in its tree so snug

Noon day nap on the couch

As for me legs are up

Sitting in my big chair

Coffee or Coke beside

Couple cookies or toast

With the TV blaring

News, Family Freud, Dateline

And in my rest eyes close

Little nap does me good

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I am linked with "What's Going on" where the prompt is "Rest"

New Start

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Another Start

The divorce was enough to make me cry

Thirteen years been married so cried I did

Three long years cried at night, pillow was wet

Those three years nights alone, hermit's life

In that time only three, three dates I had

Not real dates, girls I knew, cheery outings

Football game, movie new, just things to do

Back to school, new degree, took up my nights

Then one night, for singles, Landlady's feast

A school night, couldn't come. Then lo that night,

Teach dismissed, early leave. Would there be food

Saved plate for me, my friend and his two friends.

One friend I knew, she was on off again

The other girl I'd never seen before

The two ladies jumped to when I showed up

"We've been saving a plate for you their chant

I sat beside the strange girl, ate my food

We all danced a little and got to know

Later goodbyes were said each our own way

Tick tock, tiick tock, time was running hum drum

Then one night before night class my phone rang

Was the strange girl I'd sat beside eating

"I m cooking Cajun Friday night come eat"

That's my bowling night . . . Well I'll get a sub

Leaving made a date for another eat

But I chickened out, lost my trust for girls

That was August. In December things changed

"Don’t be afraid to start over. This time

you’re not starting from scratch, you’re starting from

experience," a lady told me that

I mulled over what she said, should I try?

What the heck, nice girl needs a nice guy

February, our month to tie the knot

She was the strange girl no more, not with me

Now we've been together fifty-two years

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- I am linked with "Friday Writings" 185 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1 -- We have instructions to write a poem or a piece of prose, neither should not exceed 369 words not counting the title and notes. Today's write has exactly 292 as counted by my Open Office "Writer"

- This week, we were are invited to find inspiration in the following quote(wasn't told 'by who'"): “Don’t be afraid to start over. This time you’re not starting from scratch, you’re starting from experience,” I used them near the last of this poem.

- You can search my meme blog, I've related to the wedding best here, I think: https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2009/02/ruby-red-tuesday-red-roofed-jack-in-box.html?m=1

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Puzzle Limerick

Another Orphan

There stood a pretty orphan tree

A growing child that could not be

Flower on its top

Growing would not stop

How could this be, child at his knee

- I am linked with "Friday Writings" 184 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1

- This week, we were asked to to go formal: Write a limerick, a ballad or a sonnet – or to write on the subject of formality.

- I chose the limerick with a five line syllable count of 8,8,5,5,8. Limericks are usually written about persons, often something bad or funny. Since this one is about a plant using the identity of a child I call it a "Bad Limerick".

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Politics

Voters' Dilemmas

There was an old fellow named trump

Wanted to be king make folk jump

Unwilling folk said their piece

Were saying "We've been fleeced"

Each to his own it's no small bump

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- I am NOT linked with "Friday Writings" 184 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1

- Directions for this COMING week were, "we'll be asking you to to go formal: Write a limerick, a ballad or a sonnet – or to write on the subject of formality."

- You can see I chose the limerick. In our country we are all very sensitive to this topic, just say our country is divided.

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A Perfect Afternoon

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My Perfect Afternoon

We loaded the car, Adi and I

Its top was down, temperature just right

We headed south, the breeze was blowing

Car purring, Mustang Convertible

Adi was purring too, things she loved

We were a pet team, looking forward

A certified Pet Therapy Pair

Adi was my love, my Beagle dog

Visitors, we checked in at the desk

With tail wagging lady petted her

We're ushered to the Alzheiimer's wing

The door opened, her tail wagged faster

One by one she visited them all

The residents told of their doggies

Left at home waiting for them to come

Little they knew, that would not happen

We spent the afternoon visiting

Make residents happy, some wiped tears

. . .

- I am linked with "Friday Writings" 183 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1

- This week, we have been invited to write about a perfect afternoon—either one we had or would like to have.

- Adi has written her meme, you can read it here, https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2008/04/adi-about-me-little-meme.html?m=1

p.s. Adi died in year 2012. We still miss her very much, and haven't had a dog or any pet since.

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Anger

A free "Fiery snarling dog" photo courtesy of StockCake

. . .

Anger and Us Folks

It has been said, "Anger is good

for ones health." Now how can that be

I disagree

Like the snarling dog there"s a bite

Raises blood pressure to ones bounds?

Blow your top

And anger is good for ones soul?

"Loving thy neighbor as thyself?"

Get revenge

It's good for family relations?

You can take it out on the kids!

Child cruelty

Troubles on the job with your boss?

Can always come home and kick the dog!

Poor puppy

Suck it up! That's just how it is!

Now how to cheer up, get a pet.

Cat will purr

. . .

- I am linked with "Friday Writings" 182 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1

- This week we're invited to explore anger as a healthy fuel

. . .

My Claim

A SPORADIC WRITING OF MY FEELINGS AND THOUGHTS. THEY COULD BE A LITTLE STRANGE AT TIMES. . . I DON'T INTEND TO OFFEND MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY BUT . . . . FOR SURE IT WON'T ALWAYS BE POLITICALLY CORRECT >>>>>>To search my blog go to the top left hand side, type your word(s) and hit "Enter" key.

Thursday, June 12, 2025My Claim

I Claim "Hotel California"

. . .

Please play the song and tap your feet

You'll find yourself at the Hotel

Worked best for me driving my car

I'm feeling sorry for the guest

In a trap he didn't ask for

When you need a mood play the song

Put your feet in the singer's place

Feel sorry for him in a trap

Can check out but he can not leave

Play it loud, shake your car mirrors

. . .

- I am linked with "Friday Writings" #181, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1

. . .

- For this week, we were invited to "think of a piece of music which warms your heart whenever you happen to hear it played, and tell us what this particular piece has meant to you in your life. "

- That was hard for me until I remembered all the times I've listened to "Hotel California" by The Eagles.

You can listen to it here,

https://youtu.be/dLl4PZtxia8?si=Y_ocZLIipCbVpREF

Little Things

I'm writing today of a small thing, a toy of sorts that I hold dear. It is an English small functional toy in the form a guard. Functional in that he guards a store of M&M chocolate candies

My favorite deserts and candies are chocolate in some form. The guard came from England, brought to me by my daughter who was there on a work assignment.

I take good care of my candy dispensing toy and share the M&Ms with family. When his crop runs dry I may not give him more unless there is a special occasion.

Right now I cannot find my M&M stash so he won't have his store refilled until that shows up.

I'll tell a little about his past. London has an M&M store devoted solely to selling M&M candies and related merchandise mainly toys, eating necessities, and food preparation items. I am sure my guard came from there.

Here in Houston we have a "British Store". Next week I may be near the store, they have some British toys, could be some guards.

And how does he dispense the M&M candies? Folks can pull down his British flag and if he approves of that request he'll let several pieces fall into the trough on his floor in front of him.

I keep many of my childhood toys and now and then purchase some more. Many are die-cast scale car models, most are 1:18 scale. This one is a keeper for sure.

. . .

- I am linked with "Friday Writings" #180 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1

- Added July 30, 2025. I also linked my chocolate giving British toy soldier with "What's Going on" at https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/2025/07/open-link.html

This week, we are invited to write about something very small (a thing, a concept, a belief…) that you are very stubborn about.

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Go or Not Go

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Be My

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Hurts

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In Uncertain Times

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Rules of Life

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Man of the Streets

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Resting

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New Start

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Puzzle Limerick

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My Claim

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