a first Car -- fictional poem of a car that I like

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My New Car 

Twas my very first 

To me it was slick 

and very pretty 

No glue on this beast 

Zero to sixty 

in four seconds flat 

Turtles are slower 

I'm idling one ten 

It was a hot rod 

Gave my teeth for it 

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 - Poem Copyright, jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo from an online sale bill, a 1969 Chevy Z28.  It is for sale asking $119,999, to read about it, click here. 

 - I am linked with Rosemary at Friday Writings #108 at 

    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ for hosting. 

 - Rosemary has asked "us to consider the word 'Beginning' – write anything to do with that word/idea, or perhaps share something which is in itself a beginning".  

 - I chose to post this poem previously posted December 15, 2023.  

 - There I am linked with Saana at dVerse Poetics, at  

    https://dversepoets.com/2024/01/02/poetics-litotes-of-yesterday/ 

 - Saana had us to use "litotes" in our writing.  The closest that I could think of for explaining was that 'understatements' are one example. 

   Saana's formal definition states, "Defining Litotes: Litotes, as a figure of speech, is a rhetorical device used to make an understatement by negating the opposite of the intended message. A double negative is frequently used in this, leading to a positive declaration."   

 - To read others work click here. 

 - My first car was a used 1950 Studebaker, like my model:  

 1950 Studebaker Starlight coupe

[picture of my toy 1950 Studebaker Starlight Coupe, 

a cast iron model of my first car]

[I have quite a few cast iron 1:18 scale toy cars, this one included.] 

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My Homes, some of them - a Poem for Friday Writings

    Old house the home where I was born 

     Two bedrooms, kitchen, living room

     Porch where I slept, 'neath fallen tree 

       Privileges, run of house--my home 

          Mom, Dad, sister, me--family 

  Homes and feelings

Home to me is where 

I'm living now 

And just about where 

I've lived before 

Count my dropout times 

listing them 

won't  fit on one page 

At age seventeen 

I lost its love 

Second home would be 

Mom's Aunt xxx's home 

Lincoln, Nebraska, 

College kid then 

Alone, isolated 

three rooms 

three tenants 

no homey privileges

Three semesters passed 

dropped out and moved  

Three years rented rooms 

Those three years 

They passed fairly fast 

I moved around a lot 

One was a 

basement appartement 

Landlady lived alone 

Free of rent, I had to 

keep coal for the furnace 

keep the sidewalk clear 

clear of leaves and snow 

That was a nice home 

Furnished, it felt nice and cozy 

Bachelor left alone 

no privileges still 

But then one day 

the landlady wanted me 

to clear the sidewalk leaves 

I said I would come Monday 

Had a busy weekend  

(dating, working on the car,

 our race car 1934 Ford coupe 

 Sunday was race the car day) 

She said now, I said 

"I quit.  This is a job to me 

and I can quit when I want 

I moved Monday night 

My home once again lost 

and then found anew 

This was like old home 

I worked with the man 

and knew the son 

I had TV again in rented place 

Ate with them some times

Felt like a second son 

Ended less than a year 

I became married 

and 

was drafted into the Army 

two weeks apart 

Start another write 

another day 

New type of life 

Bachelor days are over, 

for a long while 

[A toy 1934 Ford Coupe]

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2007 (URL) and 2023 respectively, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Rosemary at Friday Writings#96 at 

   https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 

 - For our writing prompt  Rosemary has asked, "Please tell us: what, for you, conjures up Home?" 

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Table Model -- my Tanka Poem for Blue Monday

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 Houston Methodist 

Hosptial West--with Boxes  

Not many Blue cars.  

Few Blue cars, would you count them, 

Please, most appreciated   

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For an explanation, high lite the area below.

BTW, I did only get two of the blue cars pictured, there was another just to the right that missed my shot.  

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Blue Monday, Magical Mystical Teacher at 

    https://magicalmysticalteacher.wordpress.com/2023/07/31/blue-monday-ruby-tuesday-too-nursery-bunny/ 

 - Click Here to view other Blue Monday photos 

 - To enter your own Go Here

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April -- NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 17 -- Is there a problem? -- a Quadrille Poem for dVerse writing

      

         [Click on any picture for larger viewing]

        Danger Wheel

Big Wheel turns and I'm not on it 

Round and round it goes up and 'round

My love is there thinks safe and sound

She sits, with her “brother”, she says

Revolutions she does not count

Not while he's there, him I like not

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2010 and 2012 for Ferris Wheel shots, see text below, and 2023 the Poem, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked with Kim at Quadrille #174:You say you want a Revelution, to, 

 https://dversepoets.com/2023/04/17/quadrille-174-you-say-you-want-a/

 

 - Kims's instructions, "the quadrille, it’s simply a poem of 44 words, excluding the title. It can be in any form, rhymed or unrhymed, metered, or unmetered. You MUST use the word “Revolution” or some form of the word in your poem . . . " 

 - Click here to view other participants' Quadrille efforts 

 -  I am also linked with Day Seventeen, NaPoWriMo, where we were instructed to write a In the poem, try to make a specific comparison between some aspect of the plant’s lifespan and your own – or the life of someone close to you. Also, include at least one repeating phrase, As you can see, I did not follow this prompt instruction which is optional.  I had a 'Repeating Phrase' but I took it out to get down to 44 word, our limit for dVerse todayhttps://www.napowrimo.net/day-seventeen-9/. 

    

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A modern Ferris wheel was at our county fair Texas rodeo, the County Fair at Brenham, Texas, on September 17, 2010 .  It was the first one we had seen in a long time, this time we went on request.  We had a guest from France, friend of our son, who had wanted to see a bull riding contest.  She was not disappointed. 

https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2010/10/rodeo-2010-02.html?m=0 

We have ridden on this old 1923 Ferris wheel, it belonged to a fellow in our car club.  And yes, one time it stopped working while we were on top.  It took quite a while to get us off, I'm not real sure how we passed our time up there. 

 https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2012/09/two-shoes-tuesday-2-danger-midweek-blues.html?m=0 

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Play time remembered -- -- a Poem for dVerse Poetics

I let Adi (aka Duke for this poem) pick our route. 

She likes the au naturel places

  A Place and a Space 

A place I still remember 

it's often in my mind 

A place where me and my 

dog could come and play 

A place where I could hide 

hide from folks and worry 

The place remains, there still 

the place where rabbits play 

But I no longer can go 

nor the dog, she's long dead 

The space is there as well 

we just don't go there either 

The space is a long long hill 

a place to sled when there's snow 

The space is in pasture land 

a place to ride my horse 

The space is smooth with hay grass 

a space to ride full gallop 

A place for small boys to come 

down the hill a long walk 

A place of solace for one 

 he and the dog can play 

Smoke a cigarette without 

adults telling no no 

A place to invite sister 

let the sister smoke one 

One cigarette made her sick 

she swore off smokes for life 

A swell place to get naked 

where no one else can see 

A place with water to wade 

barefoot pants rolled or off 

A place to slice down the banks 

dust clouds followed like smoke 

A place, wade through the tunnel 

'neath the road to neighbor's lake 

School program now, Santa said 

"I saw you down by my lake 

At a place seen, should not play 

caught, Santa belief left  

A place now here to tell, end 

end with the old Buick 

A place where half in buried

dirt, that car I could drive 

Buick, rusted sides, no top 

wooden steering wheel gone 

A place, Duke my dog and I 

drove all over the world 

The place is there still, alone 

only rabbits go there now 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm am linked with Ingrid

 at dVerse Poetics,    

    Poetics: Poetry of Place and Space | dVerse (dversepoets.com)    

Notes:

 - Ingrid has asked, "I urge you to write the poetry of the places and/or spaces which inspire you the most. It does not have to be natural scenery: choose a cityscape or even a cinema or shopping mall if you prefer. I simply want to know how place and space move you, and which places and spaces mean the most to you." 

 - This may be the last of having Ingrid to host with her such great ideas as her work is going to be more demanding of her time.  We will miss her.  

 - To read other's writings, click here 

My Car - a Poem for dVerse Quadrille

This 1998 Mustang GT Convertible,
my retirement present to me in 2001
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Mustang Music 

We go purring down the road 

That's me and my Mustang 

Mustang's a classic this year 

         Born Nineteen-ninety-eight       18

Sings sixties and seventies 

  Classic rock she does choose   

Music to our ears she purrs 

            Top down and throttle too        20 

 

Dylan, Beatles, ZZTop,  

          More, bellowing non-stop           6

                                                                  44 Words

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

 - I am linked with Linda Lee Lyberg at dVerse Quadrille #170 at 

    https://dversepoets.com/2023/02/20/quadrille-170-music-is-my-refuge/

 - Linda's request is that our quadrille should be exactly 44 words, not including the title and include the word “Music” or a derivative of the word.   

 - To read our group's efforts, go here, 

    https://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=dversepoets&postid=16Feb2023&meme=12540

 - The car had 49K miles when I got it, now has 106K.  The mirrors vibrate with classic rock music playing very loud.

Making New - an Acrostic Poem for Friday Writings

HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!

Reclaim, Rekindle, and Rebirth 

Relax yourself--claim again 

empty heads will not count 

clip from your paper 

lots of paper dolls you can make 

almost a dozen from only one page 

in paper doll contests you might win 

make them slim, make them pretty,

 

Remember childhood days 

empty bellies do not count 

kindergarten days rekindled 

invest in rounded point scissor cutters 

no one cares if you act senile today 

don't you know its New Year's Day 

let them laugh the laughs on them

early childhood memories coming forth, 

another plight you'll buy

nothing counts from them 

dare acting senile today

Reserve the time wisely 

emptied hearts try to count 

better filled with childhood dreams paper dolls 

ignore the hoots they don't know 

right from left hasn't registered 

tonight new birth you will have   

hoot and holler and scream like the kid you be 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2014 (URL) and 2022 , All Rights Reserved 

 - Magaly wishes to see us into the new year with our next prompt: Reclaim, Rekindle, Rebirth for Friday Writing #58 at,  

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/search/label/Friday%20Writings 

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Close to ?? - a poem for Friday Writings

1957 Chevrolet Bel Air Nomad Wagon (googled)

 

    On Getting Cozy 

 

Makes me think of closeness 

thinking of coziness

Two bods nesting together 

like a pair of kitty cats 

Maybe awake 

perhaps asleep  

Awake and playful 

lover's exercise 

Never standing 

that be silly 

Relaxed and cuddled 

sofa, lights turned low 

More pleasurable 

for the younger set 

Mind goes to beach wagons  

fifty-seven Chevy 

Front seat or back 

bucket or bench 

Memorable evenings late 

more've done than will admit 

On or near Lover's Lane, 

in the woods, edge of town

Wherever, just alone 

honor system, it works 

Coziness 

memorable 

Younger Daughter's Cat 

makes himself cozy with her (Her Photo)

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - Top Photo is from a portion of a TV ad, I've forgotten the product name 

 - Bottom Photo belongs to Younger Daughter, her rescue Cat is named Dutch.  Daughter is recovering from having bunion surgery 

 - Rommy has asked us "to write about coziness or something that makes us feel cozy." 

 - Linked to her at Friday Writings #56 (she'll post Friday Morning)  

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/search/label/Friday%20writing%20prompts?m=1 

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Crazy? - a Poem for Friday Writing

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     “I think perhaps all of us go a little crazy at times.” 

                                            ~ Psycho, by Robert Bloch 

      Yesterday

Yesterday I wasn't feeling so well 

It wasn't being sick to my stomach 

Haven't been that way since I partied well 

That was back in 1975 

The party was for me, new graduate. 

I blamed my ills on a 

firefly elf 

She lights up at nights 

never know when she'll come 

She'll bring me good or 

sometimes bad 

And other times she'll 

appear when she just 

wants to talk 

I can hear her coming, the 

roar of her yellow Corvette 

It was bedtime for me and 

my trying to sleep 

That didn't happen so I turned TV on 

First "Murder She Wrote" killing 

was had when I heard her drive up 

Last night I thought it was 

to talk 

She sat on my knee

and read a book 

I think she wants a 

promotion 

To the rank of genie 

Now genies are rude 

but that's not her style 

She practices on me from her book 

I noted the cover 

Title was 

"Pain and Illness Infliction 101"

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

 - I am linked with Magaly at the Friday Writings #49,

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/search/label/Friday%20Writings?m=1 

 - Magaly wants us to draw inspiration from noted authors she had produced; I chose Robert Bloch who penned Psycho.  A line is pasted above this poem. 

 - The Yellow Corvette belongs to the father of another of my neighbors.

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The Night -- NaPoWriMo 2022.Day 24

When We Were Young 

Like busy monkeys on their swings, we drove and drove almost all night long.  Honked at the boys, drag raced with them at the lights.  We outran them all, all except the older man driving a pukey green Corvette.   We were hopped up good, car and driver both.  And when one got tired the other would drive. 

Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights we roved the streets.  The guys could never catch us unless we caught them first.  Most of them had something to drink and offered us.  We don't drink spirits, only diet cola drinks. 

A few of the guys were okay for us young ladies, we generally ended up together at one of our homes when the parents were away.  Except for me, I lived in rented rooms and moved around town from one end to another.  

I had an apartment for a couple of weeks but then I left, landlady problems.  She didn't like our late night weekend parties.  And really didn't like when we all went to sleep and left the record player playing.  So it didn't take me long to tire of her griping and I moved out.

That was the settling.  Until -- 

Little Joe got married and both he and his new wife went away, into the Army.  He left so suddenly that we didn't even know, couldn't throw a party for him.  

We were all devastated!  Our world had been turned upside down. All us fishes left the bowl, parties over without Little Joe.  We'd cruise the streets still.  Could we bear partying again?

One person didn't leave, she could not.  She was paralyzed with grief, drifted in the bowl alone.  She had thought it was her whom Little Joe had loved.  

No wonder he had married in secret and left town so fast.  Ditched to float through life alone. 

Older guy with the pukey green Corvette?  He finally learned he wasn't up to being young. 

 - Piece of Prose Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved  

 - I am linked with Carrie at the Sunday Muse #207,  

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/04/sunday-muse-207.html?m=1 

 - I am also linked with NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 24, 

 https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-four-8/ 

 where we were asked to use at least one simile, I started mine with one.   Most similes use "as" or "like" to make a similar resulting comparison.

 - This story is mostly true except that I wrote it as first person tense by one of the participating young ladies.  I had hot rodded my 1952 Ford Tudor really bad, it out ran even the new Chevy V8's with power pac.  

 - We had Little Joe's goodbye party anyway, after he had left.  And there were others cruising but not the green Corvette. 

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Weekly Scribblings - My Army Time Car

    My old Mercury 

A Jimmy Dean 1950 Mercury two door.  It was a lovely car when I got it free and clear.  No more car payments for me.  

When I was drafted into the U.S. Army with car payments on a bought-new 1956 Ford Sunliner convertible my car payments were more than my government paycheck.  Those payments were fine when I worked in the watch factory but no more. 

Before I left to go into boot camp a 'kindly' used car dealer made the swap with me.  He would sell my car and keep the proceeds while I would drive away in the six-year-old Mercury.  Fine deal for me.

The car was fast like most every car I've ever owned.   Pretty too, fit for this young fellow, who was sort of like the actor, James Dean who had a similar 1949 Mercury.  To me he was a real "Rebel without a Cause" like the movie in which he starred. 

The car served me well but five years later my car things had slowed almost to a stop.  Mostly because it wasn't fast anymore, it moved forward only, and then not very fast.  

Two gears refused to go like I liked, Reverse and First Gear had given up. With a wife who didn't work and now four kids (the firstborn were twins) I couldn't afford to buy a new one on Army pay.  

My kindly father came to the rescue and traded with me for his tired but running well ten-year-old Ford.  My brother-in-law drove it down to Texas, a thousand miles, and drove the forward moving only now-so-sad car up to my dad. 

 

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021 and 2020, All Rights Reserved .

 - I am linked with Rosemary at The Weekly Scribblings #92 where she is hosting. (https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/10/weekly-scribblings-92-forward-movement.html). 

 - Rosemary has given us a directional prompt, to "write something on the theme of forward movement, in whatever way you choose to interpret that".  I wrote "prose" with 274 words including the title.  My only problem is that I am not sure it is the type, car and personal stuff, prose suitable for posting here.

 - The picture is me with the 1950 Mercury taken at the foot of Mt. Franklin which another and I would soon be climbing.  After enjoying the summit and its town of El Paso views we would ride back down in the cable car.  

[photo courtesy of the authors cited below]

 - "The 1949 Mercury Eight Coupe that Jim Stark aka James Dean drove in Rebel Without A Cause has been kept safe and sound all these years at the National Automobile Museum in Reno, Nevada. The vehicle collection in the that mostly belongs to late casino owner William F. Harrah . . . " ( https://www.hotcars.com/heres-what-happened-to-james-deans-1949-mercury-from-rebel-without-a-cause/ )

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Sunday Muse -- Two loves at first sight

 A Long Ride; 

and short night 

I was tooling along 

With my Mustang top down 

Came up on Chrysler old 

Puddling along so slow 

Looking down to my left 

"No Passing" from the sign  

That evening at the ball 

Minding my own business 

Came upon chick so nice 

Smiled at me, I'd been had 

Wasn't looking for her 

Nor for anyone else 

The car pulled in for gas 

Mustang needed some too 

Chrysler wasn't so bad 

Looked better at twelve feet 

Hadn't looked for a car

Nor for anything else 

Met again at the drinks 

Iced lemon tea was had  

Talked the rest of the night 

We danced a little too 

"See you tomorrow's" said, 

little Mustang'd away 

The Chrysler was there when 

I got to my motel 

Six hundred bucks she's yours 

Deal was made, called my friend 

She was ready to ride 

The faithful Mustang cried 

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 - Poem and Mustang Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021 and 2016, All Rights Reserved (I still own this Mustang, bought it used for a retirement present to me)  , http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2016/07/fridays-hunt-v203-c-is-for.html 

 - I am linked with Carrie Van Horn for the Chrysler photo prompt at The Sunday Muse #176,   http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/09/the-sunday-muse-176.html?m=1 

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