Monday, May 27, 2024

Sad - a Poem for Friday Writings and dVerse Quadrille


                     "Adi is retiring from Pet Partners"
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Adi and I were best buddies
[posted 2016, link]

  Deepest Sleep

Awoke this morning

Feeling very sad

My dog died last night

Vet came to pronounce


There is no help for her

She must be put to sleep

My face on her neck

Slowly she went to sleep


Oh that I could join her darkness 

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 - Poem Copyright 2024, Photo Copyright 2016, Jimmiehov 2024 and 2016, All Rights Reserved 

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 - I am linked with Rosemary at dVerse Friday Writings#128  at   https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 

 - I am also linked with Punam at dVerse Quadrille #202, (must be exactly 44 word poem) 
 - Click here to read the others posting for this week's Quadrilles
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Monday, April 29, 2024

Talyler Swift's Word - - a Write for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 29

    Cardigan; the old chum 

You picked me up and threw me on 
Like chum you are you warm me up 
I don't know what or where I'd do 
Helpless, sad were it not for you 

When I'm sad then you cheer me up 
When I hurt crying or bleeding 
Then you sooth me like mother did 
Other friends depart you'll still remain   

Come night throw you back neath the bed 
Like my shadow that can't be seen 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 
 - Photo last from the list, see below (a screen copy)
 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 29 
where our host has posted this for us to choose one word for the title of our poem today, Merriam-Webster put together a list of ten words from Taylor Swift songs.  I chose the word, Cardigan, last on the list.

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Wednesday, April 24, 2024

A Short Ode - a Write for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 24



Ode to an Injured Wild Rabbit

"Wee, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie, O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!" 

You've just read in British the first sentence of a John Burns very famous poem It is "Ode to a Mouse".  Poor mouse had been 
partially plowed under a farmer's plow blade 

I will continue this write with his first sentence in mind 

Oh small animal, I am so sorry, this trap wasn't meant for you. Rather for rats running wild. My children made a good find and had brought you to our house. Now we'll get you fixed up, clean, bandage, and splint that bloody leg.  

If you have babies at home I hope and pray that Daddy Bunny will care for them and feed them well. 

The people who set that trap in our hay field should be ashamed and feel sorry for you.  They are poachers breaking the law.
 
I'm hoping with you that the vet will fix you maybe so that you can soon go home, walking again. 
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  - Writing Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 24 
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Saturday, April 20, 2024

WW II - a Poem for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 20

 

Lockheed P-38 - U.S. Army Air Aircraft 

My WW II Hero 

He was just a boy 
when he enlisted 
Mother and Father 
had to sign for him 
At age seventeen 
he was in Flight School 

And at eighteen was 
making bombing runs 
Flying from Afri-
ca to Italy 
Solo dropping bombs 
on German strongholds 

Early December 
it was his last run 
Downed by enemy's 
antiaircraft guns 
And killed in his own 
dropping parachute 

Body was buried 
by Italian priest 
Later was exhumed 
moved to New Orleans 
There rests peacefully 
may he rest in peace 

Baby sister born 
January first 
She never got to 
know him, her brother 
Lady now, he's her 
World War Two hero 

                     Hero gave his all 
His Sister so proud, as me 
His Brother-in-law 
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  - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 
  - Photo from Bing search (URL)
  - I am linked with  NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 20 ,
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Thursday, March 21, 2024

A Tribute -- a Poem for Friday Writings

Photo was AI generated by Bing's "AI Photo Generator" URL 
[Published and Copyright here by Jimmiehove 2024] 
[click on picture to enlarge]

      Tribute to a Good Friend 

Sadie was a good friend of mine 
So was her husband, better friend 
They were parents three children 
Married young, she grew tired of him 

Next single, her new friends were wild 
Still she was my friend, friends with both 
Sadie moved to Austin, afar 
I lost touch, ex kept me posted 

Her newfound friends on the wild side 
Sadie began drinking with them 
Eating way too much with her drink 
She had a heart attack and died 

A different kind of funeral 
The gang met at swimming hole 
There they raised their beer cans to her 
Ashes to the pond, cans followed 

Still think lots of her and her ex 
A loss of a friend who went wrong 
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 - Tribute Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Rommy at Friday Writings #119 here, 
 - Rommy has asked us to 'find inspiration “In memoriam”: write about a person, place, or thing that is gone.'  Mine is true, the lady's name here I have changed to honor the deceased but not identified by name.  Some of my readers may have known her also. 
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Friday, March 01, 2024

Grandpa H. and I - a Poem for Friday Writings

My Grandfather and Grandmother in 1957
(photo originally posted 2010 [URL])

  He Influenced Me; Grandpa H. 

Grandpa H. has changed my life 
Even now I sense his pull 
Good habits and bad, them all 
Some I've kicked, others remain 

Favorite was the rides with him 
It was me and him alone 
I liked his cars, Buicks new 
First off install his spittoon 

Grandpa with tobacco chewed 
Kissed we kids juice smeared our cheeks 
And did I chew,  why of course 
Nasty habit.  Place to spit? 

On our rides stop signs I liked 
"Stop! 'S' 'T' 'O' 'P'," he'd spell, 
"Stop, take off panties," he called 
Never understood it all 

Many more that I could tell 
A few chapters in my book 

Uncles, Grandpa, and Grandma 
My photo, 2006 (URL) From left to right: My Dad, Uncle Lester, Uncle Howard, Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Chester in 1940s photo taken at Grandpa's farm. The car was Dad's blue 1938 Ford Tudor Deluxe
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006 and 2010 (Photos) and 2024 (Poem), All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Magaly Guerrero for hosting with Friday Writings #116 at 
 -  Magaly is taking over Rommy's prompt which is to ask you to write about someone who made an impression on you as a child (for good or ill).
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Thursday, August 31, 2023

My Sister -- a Poem for Her -- for a dVerse Prosetics and Friday Writings

    Little Sister, 

When you are old, well pretty old 
old enough to drive like a Senior 
one who should be off the road, 
I'll get you a dog like a lady I knew  

I hear now that you don't drive far 
and are staying off the major roads 
like highways that run though town 
And freeways too, those can kill you  

Driving for me is still a challenge 
challenge to lead the traffic, up front 
you might try my secret, hide keys 
car keys, where they won't be found  

No disaster getting lost, the dog can help 
Follow him, he can take you home 

Note:  This isn't true, neither of us has reached this stage although we are both elderly. Many our age have.  Oh yes, there isn't a dog either.  You can read your fill about her on my other blog (click it).
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Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Rosemary at Friday Writings #92 at   
  - Rosemary has asked us to write  something in response to the phrase “triumph or disaster?”
 - I am also linked with   at dVerse Poetics, at      https://dversepoets.com/2023/08/29/poetics-siblings-the-ties-that-bind-and-gag/ 
   who wants us to write of our sibling(s).  I only have sister Lois, she is five years younger than I am.  This is NOT about her nor me nor having a dog (YET)
 - Click here to read of others writing for this second prompt.
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Tuesday, August 01, 2023

Lovely Onion Cries -- a Poem for dVerse Poetics and Friday Writings


    To the Lovely Onion 

Lovely Onion, why do you cry 

I'm the one who should be crying  
Role to cry, not yours, 'til I die  

You're so beautiful when you're sliced 
Your rings gleaming with joy you serve 
Crisp and ever kept when on ice 

Your tangy taste brought to the fore 
When you're breaded and brown and fried 
Your lovers always cry for more 

Healthy food you match so many 
Vitamins, minerals and fiber 
Salted for sodium and taste 

Lovely onion, I see not you should cry 
Lovers abound in this world you to try 
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The fine print:

 -  Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2013* and 2023, All Rights Reserved **
 - I am linked with Melisa Lemay, guest host, dVerse Poetics: Peeled Away, at   
 - I am linked Magaly for the prompt at Friday Writings # 88 ,   

 - Magaly has asked us to write of "poetry or prose, which includes a cliché used in an unusual way.  I opted out on that, but I can't even say "better late than never" because I might "never" do that.  
 - Notes:
  **See my other poems or writes on this blog using or about Onions here, 
     and on my other active blog here, 
    Included above is my recipe for making a delicious egg sandwich using Onions.  Yummy (BTW, notice how I make a square fried egg in the microwave--it fits the bread better) ,
 - To read others using Onions in their works for the prompt, 
    click here
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Saturday, May 20, 2023

Horses with tales and tails -- a "Tribute to Minnie Poem #2" for the Sunday Muse

                    "Click on Picture" for larger View

                A Horse Tale 

        When I was young, it seems perhaps 
        Perhaps I grew up on a horse 
        Horses were in my small family 
        We had four horses and four folks 

        Probably when a little kid I rode 
        Riding "my" horse behind my dad 
        The four were Bell, Bird, Bess, and Min  
        Mom rode Minnie, Dad rode Bessy 

        And soon I was riding Minnie 
        Rode her in the field cutting burrs 
        And when I went to high school 
        I rode Minnie there, joined some more 

        The barn held six, Min was seven 
        Tied her to a tree for the day 
       'Neath a shade tree for her to rest 
        That fall one left, Min had a stall 

        At the corner three girls would join 
        One on a bike, two with horses 
        I taught Minnie to jump small streams 
        We rode in rain and snow, three miles 

        Grade eleven I went to town 
        Finished high school Min was alone 
        Can't remember how Minnie fared 
        She was there I left for college 

        When I was grown ponies I bought 
        In my garage right now, Mustangs 
        Ponies are old, antiques to care 
        These horses would drink gasoline 

        Mom's ride will be fifty next year 
        My retirement gift twenty-five 

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 - Bottom Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2005 (https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2005/12/me-and-my-buddy-me-and-my-buddy-we.html ) and 2023, All Rights Reserved  
 - I am linked with Carrie for top Photo prompt, at the Sunday Muse #260 (this was to be the last Sunday Muse but there will be one more),    
 - In remembrance, Shay, a co-host chose this horse for Sunday Muse #82 (URL), I was not writing with the Muse group back then 
 - This will be a "tribute" to Minnie, the second, it is all true, she was a wonderful horse. (Tribute to Minnie #1)  I don't know her end of life,  I may write another Horse Tale for my growing up, there were several more in my life.  And there would be a line, two or more, of Minnie.  Her ride with Dad to town, seven miles one way, in a BLIZZARD, roads closed, to get Mom some medicine.
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Thursday, March 09, 2023

Raring to go, Spring is here #2 ~~ a Poem for the Friday Writings



Spring has sprung; 
  where are the wildflowers

Spring is for the flowers to shine 
Wildflowers are special to me 
Old ones, young ones, wherever found  
In the fields or up from sidewalks 
In the parks or at garbage dumps 

No matter colors I like them all 
Purple violets, wild pink roses  
Yellow dandelions in grass 
I'd pick one or make a bouquet 
'Twould be for my mom or good friend  

I loved my friends girls and boys, but 
“Write love letters to wild flowers” 

I picked this clump of clovers beside the sidewalk 
leading to downtown Killarney, Ireland
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 - Photos and Poem Copywrite, Jimmiehov 2015 and 2023, All Rights Reserved  
 - Top Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2015 (URL) 
 - Botom Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2011 (URL) and 2008 (URL)
 - I'm linked with Magala for the Prompt phrase at the Friday Writings #67 at  
Notes: 
 - Magaly has invited us to create poetry or prose inspired by a line from our own Marja, “Write love letters to wild flowers”.
 - You can find my 2015 "Raring to go, Spring is here #1" by clicking here where the Texas Bluebonnet photos stay 

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Tuesday, February 07, 2023

The Gift -- a Write for dVerse Poetics

Two of my toys, Tractor was Dad's untill he died,
Pig was to me from our Vet when I was a small boy

 


        My Gift, A Pig

'Twas vaccination on the farm that day  
Vaccinate the pigs against diseases 
Those diseases that pigs might get 

In my farm boy time it was cholera 
for sure that and some others I know not 
Dad did a lot--vaccinate no 

Doctor Scott did that for us while we helped 
Dad or I would hold the pig to the ground 
Doctor Scott injected the meds 

I'd known Doctor Scott most of my five years 
He was the "The Vet" I have known all my life 
That day he had me a present 

It was heavy, heavier than a dish 
about four inches long and never broke 
Brown relaxing on its knees 

We were poor I didn't have many toys  
Honored place on my shelf is well deserved 
Had you pig now for my long years 

Doctor Scott, I thank you this one more time 
Now you doctor for angels' pets 
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2010 and 2023 Respectfully, All Rights Reservered 
 - I am linked with Ingrid at dVerse Poetics for prompt providing along the lines of a gift to us at 
 - Click here to see the background of these toys and more. 
 - And click hereclick here to read the gifts others are writing of.  
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Friday, January 27, 2023

My Grandmother H -- for Tuesday dVerse Poetics and Friday Writings

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    My Grandma H

It's a Monday wash day, 
it's off to Grandma's house we go, 
Mom and I
I'm riding on the package shelf 
of our 1929 Model A Ford 
We are off to do our washing, Mom and I
we used Grandma's washer
because we didn't have one yet 

Grandma was my best friend, 
and closest, 
we lived on a farm down and across the road 
I'd tell her my doings, 
she listed with an eager ear to my yarn 
Grandma had been a school teacher, 
she learned to listen good 
She, 
I knew I was her favorite 
wanted to know the things I'd done 

The day I told her, 
she knew already and had asked, 
about the car 
My Dad was buying a 1934 Chevrolet, 
one with a back seat for kids 
It was a secret, Grandma's surprise to hear.  
But she already knew 
and asked me, 
"Your going to get a knew car, aren't you?" 
I didn't know it was a secret 
and so told her what I knew  

Every year, 
we'd go to Grandma's house 
on Thanksgiving Day and for Christmas 
her favorite cooking for me 
was her scalloped oysters, 
with browned and soaked soda crackers 
on the wall of the crock 
She was a good cook, 
I thought the best  

Like my mom, 
Grandma had been a town girl 
but married a fellow from the farm 
Country mothers took care 
of the chickens and eggs 
and cooked and cleaned 
and took care of the kids, she had five 
Things they from their mothers 
hadn't learned real well till things came up 

On their 50th wedding anniversary 
they had "Open house" 
My folks talked about it some, 
my favorite talk to tell was about the bar 
Grandpa wanted a bar for his friend, 
Grandma said, no liquor in my house 
I feel Grandma didn't know until it was done, 
Grandpa had made a bar in the barn 

Grandma died while I was gone, 
New Hampshire, 
she lived in Nebraska 
I lived in New Hampshire then, 
I chose not to go to the funeral 

She died at age 96 in 1968  
I visited her grave later, every time 
when I would come home 
to visit relatives 

 

I have written of grandparents before, 
here is a link to those postings, URL
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 
 - Photo from our family picture stash
 - I am linked with Magaly who is posting the Friday Writings at   
  - It is exactly prose word count max, 369 for Friday Writings.  I'm not sure prose poems have that restriction 
 - I am also linked with dVerse Poetics hosted for prompting by Sarah at 
    she wants us to write of our grandmothers, I had two, Grandma H was my closest both relationship and distance. 
 - This was another write I almost made sitting on the edge of my bed in the middle of the night.  Instead, I stayed up and didn't go back to bed, 5:58 AM on my day to sleep in.
 - You can read other's dVerse responses to the prompt here, at      
 - You might be inspired to write with us
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Saturday, October 08, 2022

Morgan Freeman - a short Iregular Ode in Tribute


 Morgan Freeman place in my mind 
Forever you're my favorite  
Favorite male actor laureate 

Chauffeur supreme I remember 
Driving Miss Daisy everywhere 

Never complaining movie wise 
Assigned an undignified role 
Yet awards galore say, "Bravo"
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Addendum:                                    
Old man of my generation 
While you're still working I'm retired 

Upcoming movie: A Good Person
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Carrie at the Sunday Muse #231 for the picture prompt at 
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