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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Thursday, December 15, 2022

My Puppy Dog - a Poem for Friday Writings


Adi has retired from Pet Partners (URL

       I loved my dog  

I loved my dog, we had a bond 
I loved my dog, she was my pal 
I loved my dog, she was a gift 

A gift to me from my daughter 
A gift to me making happy 
A gift in time of puppy need 

Puppy needed some daytime care 
Puppy needed her nerves be soothed 
Puppy needed to live with me 

I loved my dog, she was a gift 
A gift in time of puppy need 
Puppy needed to live with me 

Her name was Adi, I miss her 
Adi died 2012 


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A Notice:  Now that Thanksgiving has past, I am now posting Christmas Tree stuff on my Christmas Tree Farm blog.  See it at 
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Rosemary at Friday Writings #57, at     
 - Rosemary has invited us to use repetition in our writing.  
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Friday, June 03, 2022

Routine -- writing mine for the Friday Writings

My Life Day to Day; 
  there are routines and then there are some more routines 

Some things I do every day 
Likely some of these you may do
Others only weird folk like me 
At any rate if you don't tire 
You'll know more of me 

I wake up when my bod is ready, 
every morning except Sundays 
or an early appointment usually between eight and nine 
I push the ON button on the coffee pot 
on my way for a first morning pee 
 

While its perking I get out two coffee cups 
I get the largest left on kitchen shelf 
I have favorites, yellow Texas Blue Bonnets 
There are only two of the eight left 
Then to the Pantry for a double pack 
Nature Valley Oats Granola Bars 
These sitting by the coffee pot 

While I'm waiting for the brew
I change into something allowable 
Allowable for sitting on, or in, 
the living room furniture 
Also fit to answer the front door 
if someone would come 
Can't hide behind the door as the 
front door has a long glass window


Back to the kitchen, on the way 
I unset the house alarm 
and bring the morning paper in 
also put out to fly the U.S. Stars and Stripes
Then I pour the coffee, 
one, or two cups if my mate is up 
Make it hotter in the microwave 
Thirty seconds for both cups, 
twenty for only one 


I sit in the left recliner and turn TV on 
If both are up I get the NBC Today Show
the VCR is set for that
When I'm alone I watch the recorded ABC 
By nine if the misses isn't up 
I bring her a cup of coffee and her granola bar 
She'll have breakfast in bed 

While all the News is playing 
And I am listening 
I'll work the newspaper's Sudoku 
But at ten the TV goes to Price is Right 
Again at eleven-thirty over to Jeopardy 

In between time or spare 
I'll check emails and Facetime 
That'll last them 'till I'm in bed at night, 
around Midnight 
My pills and meds come at ten 
or eleven or noon 
With them 
I'll eat a couple of saltines 
loaded with PeanutButter 
and dabs of Hazelnut Butter 












That's how my mornings been going 
Maybe a phone call or text exchange 
Then it's time for lunch 
I may have, likely did, dressed by then 
I can make hot dogs with cheese
sometimes with sauerkraut or chili 
Also cook the corn dogs,  make sandwiches, eggs, 
cheese, and ham on toast my special 
I make spaghetti with meatballs 
or chicken parmigiana 

I make or help make a tuna 
or chicken salad with egg and pickle relish 
Macdonald's and Wendy's 
are a couple of miles away Burger King 
and Chick-fil-a  as well


We don't go hungry 
I forgot canned soup and 
Maruchan Instant Ramen Noodle too 
Also forgot to tell of putting in my uppers 
before chewing, small things 
like garbage or mailing a check
miscellaneous that are their own 
Have their own schedule 
blending in with mine 

Afternoons are liberal, 
evenings also 
Bed by eleven-thirty is my goal 
That all has it's own routine, 
again long and boring 


Adi is retiring from Pet Partners 













We've been retired twenty-three and 
twenty-one years, she and I 
We do okay 
for our age 
Forget a little here and there 
Splurges and surprises 
Doctors mess with us the most 
Adi retired too, after us 
But Adi died in 2012 

I'm in my later eighties, 
ninety soon I hope and dread 
I may have to make a few changes
My dad lived to ninety-seven 
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 - Photo and Write Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Rommy who suggested us doing this, at Friday Writings #29
 - Rommy has asked us to write poetry or prose about the small rituals or daily routines that make up our lives.

 - NOTE:  I will read everyone's who has commented here plus some others.  For the Blogger folk my comments will have to be anonymous IF you accept them they should post.  Google has messed me up.
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Sunday, April 17, 2022

Adi Beagle Dog -- NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Seventeen

Adi was retired -- In more ways than one 
Adi died in 2012 

Adi; our Beagle Dog; 
                            sort of

Adi was my granddog 
Google never liked her 
mostly because granddog  
was spelled with 
two words in 
her sad dictionary 

Adi was a grand dog 
and was our granddog. 

Adi came to live with us 
when our daughter could 
not keep Beagle Dogs in 
her new apartment so she 
had stayed with us for the 
rest of her life. 

Adi and I were registered 
as a pet therapy couple 
We were tested every year 
She loved to visit 
the Alzheimer wing 
Every resident loved her 
and she loved them in return 

One day Adi's mom came to visit 
Hubby had come along 
Adi didn't know they were coming 
I didn't want her to get 
her hopes up too far ahead 
of time 

watch the video 
below 
to see our daughter's welcome 

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 - Photo, YouTube, and Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2012, 2008, and 2022, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Seventeenth for the prompt, "Dog", 

 - This is a fun one – it’s a prompt developed by the comic artist Lynda Barry, and it asks you to think about dogs you have known, seen, or heard about, and then use them as a springboard into wherever they take you.  Lynda Barry, Wikipedia 
 - Below are a few I've already written about my favorite dog, Adi, now in Doggie Heaven:
 - Adi blogs or mentioned in one of my blogs -- https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=adi 
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Wednesday, February 23, 2022

Word Garden post -- Adi Was my Buddy

"I believe in a heaven for all dogdom
where my dog waits for my arrival
waving his fan-like tail in friendship"
        by Pablo Neruda *


Me and My Dog 

Adi was my dog by default 
Came to us landlord kicked her out 
Dogs are okay but no Beagles, 
said, "We can't allow, they howl" 

Adi howled not 'less commanded 
She howled the best for family 
Ice cream, she favored vanilla 
Walking with me her favorite 

Adi became therapy dog 
Paper carrying certified 
A reading dog, helped kids to learn 
Visited the old in their new homes 

Adi loved chasing small and wild 
the rabbits, squirrels and the fox 
Then one day she acted strangely 
Within a month she'd passed away**

No cortege for Adi just us 
Buried her beside the garage 
Soft earth over her used before  
Won't forget telling her goodbye 

Will she be waiting in Heaven 
I think she will if Bible's true 
All God's (little) creatures await 
Romans Eight verses Eighteen plus***

--After reading Pablo Neruda 
(that Hedgewitch--see credits below--likes),
 "A Dog Has Died" *


[Neruda's home in Valparaiso, Chile]
[click on pictures for larger view,
click again for larger still] 

[The view from Neruda's home]

Ending here with the view from Pablo Neruda's home.  It is atop the hill, looking over the harbor and out to sea.  Inspirational for some nice poetry.  Read of this world-famous poet heremy blog entry of his home here (the bottom part of the posting) and read more of Valparaiso here.  

I also did write 14 lines using a title of his, "I Like for You to be Still", back in 2019 (read it here). 
 
*I read a poem of Pablo Neruda that Hedgewitch (see credits below) likes, "A Dog Has Died" and liked it a lot. I am choosing to be "inspired" to write from that poem. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/40470/a-dog-has-died     
**Adi died in 2012.
***I heard Elisabeth Elliot, wife of deceased Missionary Jim Elliot, talk of this on the radio back in the 1990's. (Wikipedia)
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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Shay's Word Lists #  hosted this week Hedgewitch (Joy Ann Jones), at http://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/ 
 - I am also linked with Rosemary, author of the Friday Writings #15 post 
 - *Note 1: I read a poem of Pablo Neruda that Hedgewitch likes, "A Dog Has Died" and liked it a lot. I am choosing to be "inspired" to write from that poem. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/40470/a-dog-has-died          
 - Hedgewitch wrote that from her 20-word list, we should use at least three, and said, "So, without further ado, here is your list:" 
       arrow                awning              beating  
       cortege             dog                    earth 
       falling              geraniums          honey  
       iron                  kiss                    listen 
       malediction      naked                 origin 
       petals               poppies              sour 
      water                white
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Wednesday, October 27, 2021

Weekly Scribblings - What if's today - Do it again?

This will be my last "Weekly Scribblings" post as it's sponsors are merging it with another posting on another day.  I may rejoin the enjoyment of reading and writing poems there when I catch up on some other tasks of which I'm behind.  I still intend to post here "The Sunday Muse" and perhaps a few others midweeks.

    If I were, . . . 

If I were little kid again 
I'd have my monkey near 
Made from blue, white, and red stockings 
His red nose from the heel
I'd be hugging him close to my chest 
Or he'd be hugging me 
I'd drag him around--we hand in hand 
Close to me always be 


And I were a bit bigger kid 
I'd be playing cousins 
Cousin things playing on Grandma's floor 
Cars and trucks we would drive  
He would always have more toys than I 
Taxi cabs he'd have two 
So Grandpa'd make him give me one 
Mine to keep take it home 

If I were a big kid again 
A bicycle alone 
Little sister would have her own 
The girls bike could be hers 
Sharing bicycles is the pits 
Thing boys needn't do 


Were I a teenage lad again 
Smoking I wouldn't do 
Cigarettes would stay in their place 
Uncle's glove compartment 
It's there they should have stayed 
Gave my sister one, she smoked two 
Made her sick, be no more  

Were I young again, drop out days 
My Ford would still be fast 
Back then my car was a "sleeper" 
It looked stock but watch out 
The fifty-two Ford would out run 
any Chevy around 
Bored and stroked, ported and relieved, 
street cam, dust you at lights 


If I were younger mid forties 
I'd have my Beagle dog 
Be a therapy pair again 
She would still be the best 
Visit hospitals, senior homes, 
help children learn to read 

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You wonder where your toys have gone 
Sleeping away some place 
In a drawer or a cardboard box 
High on a closet shelf 

My toy monkey is lost, I looked 
This morning writer's break 
The taxi died, not of old age 
Left outside crushed by car 
 
Sister had kept the bicycle 
Hung on a garage peg 
Cigarettes and pipes, chew and dip,
I too have quit, forties 

I sometimes wonder, "Ford still runs?" 
Saw her once on the street 
Still wanting to race at the light 
Jealous, others I've had 

Adi died, my sweet Beagle dog 
Carry her picture now 

That's the end of this yarn right now 
More to come, perhaps 

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       This is another toy, 
       "Educated Monkey"  
       He helped me learn my math 
       He used his hands and his feet 

       One foot on Your Number 
       Other was directed 
       as the Multiplier 
       Hands would hold the Product 

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 - Poem and Photos Copywrite, Jimmiehov 2021 and earlier, All Rights Reserved 
 - Chesterfield Cigarettes, 2018 http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2018/09/weekend-roundup-11-18b-for-letter-k.html "Screen Print" photo from a site that I have forgotten 
 - I am linked with Rommy at The Weekly Scribblings #93,  https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/10/weekly-scribblings-93-kid-stuff.html 
 - Rommy is hosting the last Weekly Scribblings forever, and as our last Wednesday prompt, has asked us to “write about something we really enjoyed in childhood – a toy, a book, a place, a movie – anything that held a place in your heart back then.
 - I smoked from age 17 until our younger daughter was born.  I still like to drive fast cars, I've been up to 150 steady on the German Autobahn, here momentarily to 140 testing a car, and still have a pretty fast 1998 Mustang GT Convertible.  The educated monkey is one my son bought me on eBay when he thought that I had lost my original hand-me-down now well over 100 years old.  The Taxi Cab did get run over and was crushed after I had left it out all night being my dad's tractor. 
More of my toys posts (my toys and some others) are found by the Label below and on my other fairly active blog, https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=Toys&m=1 

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Wednesday, April 07, 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Seven - Another Fib(onacci) Poem - Weekly Scribblings

[my 2006 photo, click pictures to enlarge]

My love, my Adi Beagle Dog


Good

Dog 

My dog

My Adi 

Adi Beagle Dog

Adi was a therapy dog 

Registered tested we were a pet therapy team 

[my 2007 photo, Adi ready for work]

Old folks were her faves, loved Alzheimer's especially 

Visited folk with me couldn't wait 

Didn't flaunt her breed   

Pure Beagle 

Adi 

My

Love 

Adi is retired from Pet Partners
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Dear Jim,

Thank you for notifying us. We will be sure to honor Adi's past contribution to our Pet Partners Therapy Animal Program in our Interactions Magazine, and "Pet Partners, Retired" on our web page.

Warm Regards,
Kelly Schnitzmeier

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 - Poem and Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021 (Poem), 2006, 2007, 2012 (Photos), All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Seven (National Poem Writing Month 2021), https://www.napowrimo.net/day-seven-7/ 

 - And also linked with  at Weekly Scribblings  #64,  https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/04/weekly-scribblings-64-beloved-companions.html 

 - I am attempting to write at least one poem a day for the National Poem Writing Month.  Today is Day Seven of the 30, you can see my progress here, .

 - NaPoWriMo guidelines for today were:  ". . . the Fib is a six-line form, the syllable count is based off the Fibonacci sequence of 1/1/2/3/5/8. You can  link multiple Fibs together into a multi-stanza poem, or even start going backwards after your first six lines, with syllable counts of 8/5/3/2/1/1. Perhaps you remember the Fibonacci sequence from math or science class – or even from nature walks. Lots of things in the natural world hew to the sequence – like pinecones and flower petals. And now your poems can, too."  [I broke rules slightly, as I went the seventh line with 13 syllables, I still call it a Fib(onacci) poem.]

Fibonacci Number (per google search)

Fibonacci Number
In mathematics, the Fibonacci numbers, commonly denoted Fₙ, form a sequence, called the Fibonacci sequence, such that each number is the sum of the two preceding ones, starting from 0 and 1. That is, and for n > 1. The beginning of the sequence is thus: Under some older definitions, the value F₀=0 is omitted, so that the sequence starts with F₁=F₂=1, and the recurrence Fₙ=Fₙ₋₁+Fₙ₋₂ is valid for n > 2. 

My Fib poems of the past, https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/search?q=fib  
My "Adi" poems of the past, https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/search?q=adi 
Adi died in 2012, I miss her sooo very much still. Click here, Link to Adi's Meme .

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Wednesday, February 10, 2021

Weekly Scribblings Poem ~~ To Not Overly Punch

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Adi Beagle Dog, has she found a poodle friend? 

(Click the title for website link)(Punches Saved



Punches; 
pull or not to pull

One who pulls no punches 
Bent on winning regardless 
Loses lots of friends 

Cousin of my spouse 
Touted all words from the king 
Unfriended her fast 

Kid in class argued 
Proved the prof was very wrong 
Only one to fail 

Timids seldom swing 
They unload punch carefully 
Called diplomacy 
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 - My YouTube Video Copyright, Jimmiehov 2009, All Rights Reserved 
 - Poem Copyright Copyrightk Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved
 - Adi was our Beagle dog, she and I were a Pet Therapy Team (more)  
 - The littyle poodle, Katrin, came to live with lus that day. (more

 - I am linked with Rommy who provided the idea to write about ", or not to pull punches," at Weekly  Scriblings #55https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/02/weekly-scribblings-56-hit-me-with-your.html
 - I have neglected my YouTube page, Jim1Jim1, terribly.  I may never post another?  https://www.youtube.com/user/Jim1Jim1 
 - Rommy would like us to 'write new poetry or prose while “reflect[ing] upon either the phrase ‘pull no punches’ OR ‘pull your punches’.”'

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