The Day Cometh - a Poem for Friday Writings and dVerse Poetics

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The Boating Decision 

I remember the day 

The day I said goodbye 

That day I sailed away 

The day I made you cry  

My ship I hopped aboard 

Been calling me to come 

For wages room and board 

Would nine months be my home 

Swabbing decks cleaning rooms 

Drinks were free food was good 

Keeping busy time zoomed 

Happy not, bad were moods 

Payday came hopped the boat  

Ship work is not my thing 

Coming near, near your home 

Hear the bell, be my ring  

Know now I should be here 

Have you close cozy near 

Bad mistake 

Please be home 

A Landlubbers Envy

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights  Reserved 

 - Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2015 [URL] taken by me at the Little Venus Canal Boat Show which is held annually at Westminster, London, U.K.

 - I am linked with Rommy for hosting Friday Writings #113  at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1

   She offered su an optional prompt posted at the end of these notes.  I chose to post this one instead.

 - I'm also linked with Merril at dVerse Poetics here, for her prompt for this poem 

   https://dversepoets.com/2024/02/06/poetics-sail-into-a-poem/ 

   for the prompt subject and word to use, "ship or boat"

 - Click here to read other dVerse writers' works for the prompt 

 - Rommy has invited "us to write poetry or prose about our favorite modern convenience or invention."

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After Rains -- a Poem for Friday Writings and dVerse Poetics

   

  Rainy Day Fun 

It had rained that day, 

or was it from the melting snow 

Puddles and small streams 

I'm with my bottle and my stick 

Salad dressing's gone 

Done its duty and discarded 

Retrieved, fuel tanks full 

Passengers and crew coming here 

I'm the ship's captain 

Counting is done all are onboard 

The ropes are untied 

We are now leaving the harbor 

Guiding with my stick 

and coming around your corner 

Wave to me please 

The lad in navy suit age eight  

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked with Grace at dVerse Poetics,   

 https://dversepoets.com/2023/08/22/poetics-bottled-poetry/ 

 - Grace has asked us, "use the word "bottle" and its contents in your poem. What is brewing inside the bottle?"

 - You can read other's poems for Grace's dVerse prompt by clicking here 

 - I am also linked with Magaly at Friday Writings #91 who has invited us to find inspiration in the phrase “muscle memory” for her prompting.  Writing for it is optional, due to lack of time I opted to bring this poem to Friday Writings.  I wasn't up on "muscle memory" so I looked it up and learned. 

 - You can read Magaly's discourse of the prompt and links to others posting by clicking here 

 - As a lad growing up on my Dad's farm playing bottle boat and my tree branch stick this was one of my favorite play times when the little streams were flowing. 

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Magic Ride - a Write for Poetics at dVerse

 Lee Madgwick (leemadgwick.co.uk)

Welcome 

Welcome to the magic ride
to the place you will find 
It's where we don't really know 
It's guaranteed to please 
You'll be pleased or money back 

What we know you dare not ask 
Ask and you cannot go 
You'll be just a bit higher 
Higher than you think 
Exquisite for prairie land 

Whole ride's guaranteed to please 
It pleases us to please you 

Lee Madgwick  (leemadgwick.co.uk)

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 - Write Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights reserved 

 - I'm linked with Sarah for the Poetics dVerse, whose title there posting, "The strange houses of Lee Madgwick".  See what were're doing at 

 https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/13/the-strange-houses-of-lee-madgwick/ 

 - Click here to read others' works 

Note:  This probably is gibberish, I hope the management here doesn't evict me.  I feel "strange" today after studying (ekphrastic poem??) Lee's "strange art" works.  It looks like a poem but please note I'm not calling it a poem as of yet.

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The Trip - a Write for Poetics:Choice

   

         Her Last Voyage 

Skittling along leaving familiar port  

Moves a little slow trip will be her last 

Headed for salvage dry dock berth for that 

At rest 'til she dies bones and flesh they'll pull 

Museums parts will spread children ooh and awe 

Older than grandpa amazed they will be 

Born in 1910, hundred ten years old

She's thinking stop, and go on no more 

There's no choice, they'll come, she goes steam or pushed     

Dogs needing their bones addicts need the smoke 

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehove 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Chris and Grace, Poetics:Choice, dVerse, 

https://dversepoets.com/2022/08/30/poetics-choice/ 

 - Click Here to read other's poems and writings for this open choice day posting 

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Sunday Muse -- What Now

 

A  Situation  

The boat is tired its crew has gone 

They left last week not to return 

Bottom's rotting water comes in 

That's my life now like it or not 

Just one long week were those last years 

Oars were stolen, tie chain rusting 

The fish remain waiting for net 

Eager fisher with a new boat 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo prompt thanks to Carrie Van Horn, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/07/sunday-muse-167.html?m=1 

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