JIM'S LITTLE PHOTO AND POEM PLACE

The B Man - a Poem for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 19

[photo courtesy of Bing Search (URL)]

Boogie Man Commeth

The Boogie Man might be here

She looks under her bed

That Boogie Man haunts her

Whether or not he might be there

All started the day I told her

I meant no harm, just let her know

Know and thing about the man

Didn't say he wasn't real

And now, things have changed

The Boogie Man is there

That Boogie Man hunts her

Under her bed, waiting

All started the day I told her

I meant no harm, just let her know

He hides when she looks under bed

He chases her all around

Hunting her until both are tired

She never lets him catch him

The both go to sleep

I wonder, does he really want

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- I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 19, prompt today, "What are you haunted by, or what haunts you? Write a poem responding to this question. Then change the word haunt to hunt."

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Labels: 2024, Fiction, Lois, NaPoWri Mo 2024, Poem, Story, Story Poem

a "Tall Tail"? -- a poem for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day Twelve

Jimmie Boy

Jimmie Boy was born an orphan

In the nursery for newborns

He was saying Mama, Dadad

As if he knew was supposed to

Supposed to have like others

Others had mothers to feed them

Daddies to teach the alphabet

Someone had told him right after

Right after he was born without

They'd been killed in car accident

But 'twas no accident. Careless

The other guy had been drinking

The nurse had told him right away

Jimmie Boy was a fast learner

Luck, fostered by geniuses

In school, first grade when he was two

That didn't work, he knew it all

All they could teach so had home school

Graduated when he was ten

What could, no would, his future hold

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- I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day Twelve, here

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twelve-12/

where were presented with an optional prompt idea of writing a "Tall tale".

If my poem is tall enough, then I satisfied the prompt?

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Labels: Children, Fiction, NaPoWri Mo 2024, Poem, Syllabic Form

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

[click on photos to enlarge]

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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- 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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Labels: Cars, dVerse, Fiction, First times, Poem

Vinsent Van Gogh -- a Poem for Friday Writings

*[Van Gogh painting, it's photo I've taken of it illustrating in the Olive Garden]

Rosemary has asked us to be inspired by the song,

‘Starry, Starry Night’ and/or by Vincent Van Gogh.

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Dreaming of Van Gogh

Woke up one stary night

Sweating on my pillow

Had been dreaming of France,

my stay in St. Remy

Been like being locked up

Cold infirmary drempt

There roommate of Van Gogh

Recovering, a cut

His ear had been whacked off

by himself, sharpened knife

We would go for a walk

Sunshine and exercise

Garden beckoning us

The olive trees still there

Why would they go away

Painting subject he loved

Begging both, his and mine

Take some pictures for him

Plans for painting again

Inside the hospital

When he would be alone

and have no walking friend

The pictures would remind

This grove he'd come to love

Would I please come again

Critique his work for quirks

(there'd never be any)

(his always pleased the world)

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- I am linked with Rosemary for prompt information at Friday Writings #105 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/

- * Below is My picture taken outside the infirmary where Van Gogh was staying after he had cut off his own ear. For information of the photo below and more of our stay there in St. Remy, click here.

- Vincent van Gogh -- 30 March 1853 – 29 July 1890):

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vincent_van_Gogh

[Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006]

Labels: art, Dream, Fiction, France, Friday Writings, Friends, Historical Artists and Poets, Story, Story Poem, Syllabic Form, Walk Pictures

Picture Sketch - a Poem for dVerse Quadrille

Sketch Me

She texted me

“Send me a sketch

So I'll know you

leaving the train”

And so I did

just like she said

"I'm fairly short

Unruly hair

Eyes that can see

in dark of night

Ears protruding

And button up

Underwear"

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- I am linked with Mish for the dVerse Quadrille #190 prompt and with her hosting. It must use the word "sketch" and be exactly 44 words in length. https://dversepoets.com/2023/11/27/quadrille-190/

- Click here to visit others doing the same

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Labels: art, dVerse, Fiction, Humor, Humor(?), Poem, Quadrille, Story, Story Poem, Syllabic Form

Time Flies -- a Poem for Friday Writings and for dVerse Quadrille

Clocks on our built-in Book shelves

See more clocks in our house, click here

Delinquent Fun

Time flies when you're having fun

Not fun when fun is the help's

Cleaning lady smashes clocks

She smashed my Sun pottery

Made by an astronaut's wife

And an exotic glass egg

Egg from France Mrs. first trip

Souvenirs, can't be replaced

Expedite termination

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- I am linked with whimsygizmo (De Jackson) of dVerse Quadrille #184 for the Prompt word, "Smash". Quadrilles have 44 words not counting the Title, I have exactly 44 words without the title.

- Click here to read other's Writings for dVerse.

- I am also linked with Rommy for hosting Friday Writings #95 at

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/

- Rommy has invited us toto work with the idea of “losing track of time” (the phrase doesn’t have to be used, but the idea should be part of your poetry or prose)

NOTE: PARTS HERE ARE TRUE BUT IN THE MAIN IT IS FICTION. FOR SURE THE CLEANING LADY WAS NOT FIRED.

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Labels: dVerse, Fiction, Flash Writing, Poem, Story, Story Poem, Syllabic Form

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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- I am linked with Rosemary at Friday Writings #92 at

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2023/09/friday-writings-92-triumph-or-disaster.html?m=1

- Rosemary has asked us to write something in response to the phrase “triumph or disaster?”

- I am also linked with paeansunplugged 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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Labels: A Tribute, dVerse, Family, Fiction, Humor, Lois, Poem, Story

Josh and Joline -- a "Reader make an own" Prosery Write for dVerse

[Photo from my 2014 "Living on the Thames" post, URL]

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A bad night

Josh had wakened early that day. He could sleep no more and had lain wide awake, reviewing last evening.

Why did he crash the Peterman Dance Hall party in progress? Why? There was only one reason, one he wished would leave his mind.

Joline had been invited to the party, “but come alone”, by her ex-college roommate. All girls he had surmised, why else come stag.

Lots of cars he had thought, driving in. He had wanted to see the roommate again too, he knew as he cracked open the door. Oops, he quickly closed the door. Joline on the floor, dancing with her first romantic crush.

Josh could take no more, last night nor this morning. Leaning over the rail, below and in the distance was coming his target, an 18-wheeler. Overhead ‘traffic holding its breath, Sky a tense diaphragm’ . . .

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- I am linked with Kim881 at dVerse Prosery prompting, at

https://dversepoets.com/2023/08/14/prosery-twice-shy/

- Kim's prompt sentence was the last phrase, in italics, in my "reader make an own ending" piece of prose. It can be no longer than 144 words not counting the title and must contain said above phrase. Mine has exactly 144 words.

- Click here to read other's work using Kim's prompt.

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Labels: dVerse prompt, Fiction, Prose, Prosery

Grown Girl Advice -- a Poem for dVerse Prosery Night

Barbie Doll, dolled up in Pink

The Mother's Advice

"For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror.”

Those my mother's words, as I stepped onto the train after we'd exchanged parting hugs. Irritated me a bit, I'm a grown girl who shouldn't need that kind of advice.

All was well when I chose my bench seat, all forward facing ones were taken in the section I was assigned.

Thinking those words over, I know in the sight of many I am a pretty girl, young adult now. Younger less aware should heed them for sure.

My thought train was interrupted when the fellow next to edged my way, close making me feel uncomfortable. I gave him a defensive nudge to hint that he was sitting too close.

He didn't take that hint, played it like an invitation to come some closer. I jumped up, changed my seat.

Mom, you were right.

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- I'm linked with Mish at dVerse, Prosery Night ,

https://dversepoets.com/2023/07/17/prosery-rainer-maria-rilke/

- Mish has a Poet tonight, Rainer Maria Rilke, chosen for us and are instructed to right a piece of prose, not more than 144 words, including the title. That first line of his poem, “The First Elegy”, Duinos Elegies, was the opening line of my writing here, The Mother's Advice.'

- Click here to read the writings of other participants.

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Labels: dVerse, Family, Fiction, Prose, Story, Things to know, Travel

Going Gothic? Gross at Least -- a Poem for dVerse Poetics Day and Friday Writings

filipendulous

'twas most embarrassing

most I've ever been

hanging from a thin thread

a big glob of snot

a thin yellowish thread

slimy sticky stream

out from my nose dangling

holding glob from fall

onto my chest would fall

sneeze was bad enough

bad, embarrassing me

table of twenty

nineteen were watching me

left my hanky home

host handed a cloth

napkin shiny silk

loosened by dreadful sneeze

mine was on the floor

grateful and humbled big

fiancé's rescue

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- Prompt Word furnished by Kim, hosting dVerse Poetics today at

https://dversepoets.com/2023/07/11/poetics-one-word/

- The word from Kim's list was used as my title, filipendulous, which means "hanging by something thin." "

- Click here to read other's efforts' the fruit from others using the words they have chosen.

- I'm also linked with Magaly at the Friday Writings #85 though I've declined her very impressive prompt material. I've been busy doing church work (VBS cadre) and have a lot of catching up to do. Most will choose an option she offers. See the work for all who are writing for her this week at

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/

- The first part of my poem reminds me of one time my sister coughed:

sister's memories vary, she remembers best how I taught her to avoid smoking cigarettes. By some illicit means known only to me I had acquired a pack. We went down to the creek and 'smoked.' I think Lois smoked two.

She claims they made her sick. I only remember a lot of coughing and meaningless words from her. To this day I can't recall how I ever convinced her to 'smoke' the second.

My other favorite memory is teaching her to drive Dad's pickup. I taught a lot of girls and women to drive, maybe even ten. My kids count for two of them. Lois was always a bad driver. Once on the way home from school she ran over a neighbor's mailbox. Another time later in life she ran right into someone and totaled out a very nice Oldsmobile she and hubby, Jim. W, owned. [purloined from a previous post of mine, at

https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2010/06/flashback-friday-3-my-sister-lois.html ]

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Labels: Dark, dark poetry, dVerse prompt, Fiction, Friday Writings, Gothic Fiction, Humor(?), Lois, Poem

ROCKS with IMAYO form ~~ a poem for dVerse MTB

Toto's Rock Garden

'Cause my dog loves a garden -

I made one for him

with pretty rocks but there's no -

not one, cockle shell

but only rocks, pretty rocks -

painted bright colors

and now we're looking for him -

a wee white fairy

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- I'm linked with Laura Bloomberry at dVerse MTB Rocking the IMAYO ,

https://dversepoets.com/2023/07/13/mtb-rocking-the-imayo/

- Click here to read other writers' works with ROCKS and using the IMAYO form's one long sentence poem

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Labels: Bedside writing, Dogs, dVerse prompt, Fiction, Katrin, Poem, Poem forms, Syllabic Form

An Epistolary Poem, aka a Letter Poem - Settling a Score -- a Write for Friday Writings

My Dear Brother xxx,

You think my sonnets are non-conforming

as they should be eighteen ten syllable lines.

And the rhyming scheme should be abab cdcd

efef ghgh ii.

Mostly though I will continue writing what

I call "short sonnets" with syllable count

possibly from five to 11 or 12 syllables

here those are okay. Generally the meter

is constant but sometimes not. I am thinking

most are seven or eight.

And it probably will not be eighteen lines,

most time smaller.

BTW, I have Lingering COVID since March 2021.

I can hardly smell and taste. It also has made

my memory loss worse, especially names of

persons and places.

Plus my mucus collects as never before, lungs,

through, nose, and sinus. It seems the latter

has lessened somewhat.

And my balance has worsened, I'm using a cane

now to help me to walk in a straight line. I have

lost about eight canes, I leave them someplace

and someone else keeps. A few I get retrieved,

including last week. I will check for it at the library

come Tuesday; Monday is a holiday here in the

USA.

My neurologists think that I can blame some of

the memory problem on to aging. But to me that

memory problem is very annoying and embarrassing in conversations and writing, it also affects my keeping train of thought. I will be [many] come this October, I will cope, or try to.

Sorry also this became so long. Thank you again

for what I hope is leeway on the sonnets in giving

me a second chance with the writing, you are

most kind.

Yours always, Jim

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- I am linked with Magaly in Friday writing #82 with 269 words of Prose with a four-word Title/Greeting] at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2023/06/friday-writings-82-favorite-books.html

- Note that I opted not to us her prompt which would have been a lovely writing experience for me. This is new and never used before, but helped me to work off a small grudge.

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Labels: dVerse prompt, Fiction, letter poem, Poem