Rizz leads to ??? -- a Poem for Friday Writings

      She Had the Rizz 

She was cute, cute as a bugs ear 

She had the rizz to go with it 

She'd wag her tail and boys would fall 

She had the rizz, just waged her tail 

She made her mother cry in joy 

She had been a gift for her mom  

She met a guy who loved her rizz 

She was wooed as she heard his verse 

She called his words kudos for her 

She dreaded day Daddy comes home 

She wondered will boy he approve 

She'd bite her lip and hide the rizz 

She worried too about her boy 

She dreaded their meeting the most 

She lived those thoughts.  Oops here he comes 

She heard this greeting, "Daughter dear, 

my how you've grown, tummy the most"  

      (a sigh between these lines)

  I hope I will be called Grandpa" 

[Photo is taken by me, first published here in 2020]

Note:  I had this mother rabbit in our backyard in mind when the words were coming out.              

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020 and 2024 Respectively, all Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Magaly at the Friday Writings #109,  at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 

 - Magaly has invited us "to write poetry or prose which includes the "Oxford word of the year for 2023: rizz, an informal noun, defined as ‘style, charm, or attractiveness; the ability to attract a romantic or sexual partner’." 

   I have quite often used the word "rizz" as a colloquialism in place of "risen" and "arose" to mess with my 'grammar wise' friends. 

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The Laugh -- a Poem for Friday Writings

            [click on the pictures for larger view]

  A Laughing Matter?

Little girl growing big 

Taller than her grandma  

Maturing, ladylike 

At our house yesterday 

Called, we at doctor place 

"Mimi, like to spend day 

Pick me up from my place?" 

So pick her up we did 

Small talk while driving home 

At her request, one stop 

McDonald's, she went in 

Back out with sack and glass 

We took care of some needs 

Sack on coffee table 

She's on the floor beside 

Playing game on her phone 

We'd eaten on the way 

Ice cream now for dessert 

Our guest, milk chocolate 

Be her favorite, ever 

Game time, old hide and seek? 

Kid stuff, not for freshman 

High school now, play new game 

"My creation," she beamed  

Three people.  Six stuffed toys 

One is "it". Two go out 

"It" hides the six stuffed toys 

"It" then calls in the two 

Leaves while two find the toys 

Find before "It" comes back 

If not, must sneak around 

First one caught is new "It" 

Toys brought in next game begins 

Once Mimi couldn't find 

Red Tomato she'd hid 

Worse we couldn't either 

Game was over, all laughed 

Laughed and laughed O so hard 

Mimi, how'd you forget? 

We needed a hard laugh 

        

Toy selection was made by our Teen: (top to bottom) 

    Two snowmen, on the left when she was four, 

       the right for the Christmas tree, occasion not remembered

    Two tomatoes belonged to my mother before marriage also 

    Two baby lions, on the left a gift to Mrs. from me 

       the right "just came mainly unnoticed"

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 -Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov6 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Magaly at Friday Writings #89 ,   https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2023/08/friday-writings-89-you-laughed-you.html?m=1

 - Magaly has asked us to write about the last time you had a good laugh or cry.

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Weekly Scribblings - A Fun Night Out; a page from my journal

Journaling (with amplified narratives) -- Take Me Out to the Ball Game 

9/7/2021 ~~  The baseball game ~~ We ate well 

    (Amplification) My driving went bonkers today, I overshot the turnoff to the stadium and ended up on the south side of Highway 59.  So we pulled into a Quick Stop and asked for directions.   That was a waste they didn't know their surroundings there, I think they had just arrived from another country.  To save the day, I had Mrs. Jim ask how we could get to Texas Highway 6. 

 

    When we reached the exit there was a sign, "Constellation Field" and to turn left.  Eighteen Dollars$ for parking!!!  Whoo, Whoo.  I remember when parking at the Astrodome was only 5$.  And to boot, only credit cards were accepted. 

    Picking up our free tickets at the Will Call window, they didn't ask for I.D, their only comment was "I doubt there is another last name like that!"   Before we reached the ticket taker we were approached by Mrs. W. who was glad to see us come.  I apologized for being late, she forgave, and mentioned how so very few of the 300 invited had showed. 

    After saying hellos to the other two ladies we knew and being introduced to two other XYZ employees we were escorted to the second floor box reserved for our group.  There we were shown the make-it-yourself ingredients for hot dogs, hamburgers, and cheeseburgers.   I had a nice loaded hot dog, Mrs. Jim had a plain hamburger with onions and mustard and no bread.  Also beans, slaw, and Mac and Cheese.  Later we had a frosted brownie cake and a Diet Coke. 

    We chose to sit outside to eat and watch the ballgame now at the second inning.  There was no score, zero to zero.  Our team, the Sugarland** Skeeters, had a home run in the 4th inning to match the earlier run of the opponent, the Las Vegas Aviators.  No more scores until in overtime, our Skeeters had a walk with the bases loaded to win by one to two.  

    The ride home was uneventful and we were in bed before midnight. 

    All in all it was a fun, fun evening.

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

 - I'm linked with Rosemary at The Weekly Scribblings #86 for our prompt, find them at . https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/09/weekly-scribblings-86-mining-journals.html?m=1 

 - **Note:  Yes, this is the same Sugarland, Texas,  of the movie, "The Sugarland Express." (google link)

 - I have 368 words to suit the "369 or less" requirement.  The complete story with a couple more entries and accompanying Amplifications was about 640 words, I have it published here, http://jimmiehov3.blogspot.com/2021/09/weekly-scribblings-extended-eating-free.html 

Change of Plans -- Day 2 of NaPoWriMo 2020

Hemmed In

I am hemmed in here
while my Mustang Ford
is ready to whine
Lovely top-down days
are going to waste
Texas Bluebonnets
drool for company

That's because some dirt
farmer west of town
we're saving him from
dread COVID 19
Him we don't know and
for sure haven't seen

So gladly I stay
Here on my own street
But that's not all bad
My granddaughter came
with sidewalk chalk to
decorate my drive

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 - Poem  and Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2920, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked to the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2020/04/april-2020-days-1-5 with Susie  Clevenger's prompt suggestion for Day 2, Taking it to the Streets
 - the NaPoWriMo Day 2, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-two-7/ ; and

The Telly is On; 
  a grandparent's view 

The telly is on
  what is she watching
When she was yet small
  "Weather" was her fave
She'd stand by the set
  tell temp and forecast
Weather girl was she
  point and read her lines

Now telly is on
  but watching she's not
On the floor, Netflix
  iPad, head in hands
Though teen she is not
  teen channel for her 
Growing up sooo fast
  old beyond her years
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Sumana Roy, Poets United at http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/08/poets-united-midweek-motif-televised.html?m=1

My grandfather and I ~~ a Prose Poem

Favorite Grandchild

Doesn't every lass or lad think of being grandma or grandpa's favorite?  Well, I did. And so too probably did my sister and my seven cousins on Dad's side of our family. Whenever I had Grandpa alone I KNEW that I had an inside track with him.  Like the born-again KNOWS he's going to Heaven.  Tell you a couple or three.

First one I remember was when my sister was born, Grandpa came and got me with his pickup truck. He had his stud horse in the back and we would make some rounds that morning.  I really didn't appreciate him leaving me alone while he and the horse walked away.  My first second encounter with the birds and the bees, I was five.

After that alone time with Grandpa I don't remember him much in anything special.   He was always there and I took him for granted.  There was the time he took a toy away from my younger cousin for being selfish by not sharing it with me. "J" had two rather large  cast iron toy Yellow Taxi Cabs, replicas of about 1929 cabs. Grandpa then gave it to me, it became my favorite toy.  Until Dad accidentally backed over it with his tractor.

Grandpa once told my father to have my eyes tested as I was missing too many cockleburs when we were weeding the corn with hoes. My eyes were fine. Grandpa had a couple rows, he rode his horse while we others walked.  Another time in one of our numerous rides Grandpa promised me his 1955 Ford car when he died. I remembered that,  Grandpa didn't.

Grandpa died while I was away in the Army, I was in Texas and didn't go up to Nebraska for his funeral.  If I could leave loving memories with my Grands like Grandpa did for me, this life would probably be worth living twice as much.

Note:  Jim's offspring are five kids, six grandchildren, four great grandkids, and one great-great grandchild. Sixteen so far.
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 - Poem copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Msgaly Guerrero in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/12/weekend-mini-challenge-life-is-ripe.html?m=1
 - Magaly encouraged us to write in 131 words or less in prose form of a situation in the past, in our early life, one that has influenced our lives in the present.  I have greatly exceeded her ideal length, a mini-poem.  And there's way too much to get it edited down much--mine has 319 words without the 18 word Note.

a Poem from reminiscing times with my Grandparents

 
      To Grandma's house

Over the hills to Grandma's house
Does that make sense or ring a bell
For you?  It does to me
some I remember well

Christmas and Thanksgiving  most
Always we'd go.  Turkey perhaps not
I'm not sure she knew how it cooks
All the moms brought some
things but Turkey not

Aunt, mother of the oldest kids
she'd bring duck
I didn't eat duck I think all the kids
didn't although the adults swooned
when it came in the door

Most kids didn't like Grandma's
scalaped oysters but I did.  She made
them in a large tall pot
had soda crackers lining the
walls.  Then

once a year, I don't remember when
like spring or fall, we'd have
fried catfish caught fresh from
the Missouri River   they
were really good, I remember there'd
be yummy oyster stew too

Saturday nights Grandma and
Grandpa would always be home We

liked to come, Mom
would cook something good and
then head over there to
eat with them 
Cousins might come too

Grandpa had TV and we liked the
wrestling he would watch. We liked
TV and we didn't
have one at home.  After big holiday 
family meals us kids watched Howdy
Doody on his TV

Mom and I would eat
breakfast too with Grandma
mostly on Monday mornings when
Mom would bring over her laundry. 

We had no machine  Those days
I had a private audience with
Grandma,

and she with me 
Grandma was a school teacher before
she married   After that she stayed
at home, had kids, cooked and took
care of the kids

She took care of Grandpa too, washed his
clothes and found him food.  I know she
could cook regular stuff, fried eggs

and potatoes and oyster stew  
Grandpa was the boss,
boss of Mom and Dad, boss of me

But not boss of Grandma.  Grandpa had
three Midwest farms, all close together. 

(My father share cropped on the smallest,
120 acres.  The farm had to provide for
Mom, Dad, my younger sister, and me)
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2010 and 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Sherry Blue Sky in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/12/wordy-thursday-with-wild-woman.html 

 - This is all true.  Sherry wanted us to relate to some happenings or people or places that we were associated with in earlier days.

NaPoWriMo 2018-16 -- Day 16, a Poem, the Board Game

Board Games for Us

Child is ill today
Mimi and Papa came
Let's play some table games today
That's what she wanted to do
Trudge upstairs game closet
It's Chutes and Ladders or
Sorry games choice

Down we come with both
Back to bed Sorry first
Pick the pieces get the dice
Open the board place the cards
Cards slide off back on they go
Roll the dice falls to floor
Play another day
Won't play in bed

Had we played it would have been  
by the rules the box or hers 
She's oh so competitive 
For her it's win or bad game 

It runs in the family 
Winning 
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved 

   (Game box here "PrintScreen" of a Target Store photo)

-  I'm writing for Rommy   at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, It's All Fun and Games, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/04/its-all-fun-and-games.html

  - I'm also linked to Day Sixteen of NaPoWriMo,  http://www.napowrimo.net/day-sixteen-5/.  If you click on 'PARTICIPANTS SITES' link at the top of their page you can read the poems submitted by other bloggers

NaPoWriMo 2018-04 -- Day 4, a Poem for Mom

First  Dandelions 

The first two dandelions 

were growing wild, in our yard 

Our eight-year-old granddaughter 

had the honor of picking 

The first had gone to white seeds 

she blew the seeds to the wind 

Second was a nice yellow 

that one she saved for her mom 

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Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved

I'm writing for Brendan MacODrum at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/04/april-four-transformations.html

I'm also linked to Day Four of NaPoWriMo,  http://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-6/.  If you click on 'PARTICIPANTS SITES' link at the top of their page you can read the poems submitted by other bloggers

Planting time ~~ a Poem

 

Plant a tree for Grandmother

We'll plant a tree in Grandmother's garden

We'll plant it were she can see

We'll pick a fine one for our Grandmother

One with limbs so strait and green

We'll pick a tree for Grandmother's garden

We'll pick a small tree to grow

With Grandmother we'll watch it grow up tall

Tall to brave the wind and rain

 

We'll pick a fruit tree for Grandma's garden

We'll pick one to bear her fruit

We'll pick a fruit tree for our Grandmother

An apple or an orange

We'll help pick the fruit from Grandmother's tree

We'll pick some fruit just for her

We'll make a fruit pie for our Grandmother

She'll be happy when she eats

Children plant a tree for your Grandmother

You'll make her happy indeed

Every grandmother loves her grandchildren

Please plant her a tree today

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Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2006 and 2018 Jimmiehov respectively, All Rights Reserved
 - Photo was previously posted Sunday, August 06, 2006 (Adi and Jonah's trees)    http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2006/08/adi-has-these-three-trees-jonah-had.html 


I'm linked with Sherry Blue Sky  at the Imaginary Garden, Wordy Thursday with Wild Woman ~ The Tree Sisters, where she is telling of three sisters who are seeing and taking action for the need for tree growth in our modern world,  

http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/01/wordy-thursday-with-wild-woman-tree.html 

 

The Fast Ride -- A Limerick

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The Fast Ride

There was a young lass, drove her car

She liked to go fast, speed no bar

I'm stuck in a rut

Car won't get it up

To the metal, she's a race star
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(the driver is our four-year-old granddaughter, KP)

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Photos and Poem  Copyright © 2013, 2006 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved
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- Shared and listed with Real Toads, Open Link Monday

- For "Tuesday Two-Shoes" the November 19th the writing prompt words

..are  Fast and/or Smile (I used "Fast"). Josie Said, "Have Fun!" (Link)

August 26, 2015 -- I also listed with the Toads Tuesday Platform at
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2015/08/the-tuesday-platform_25.html

One Single Impression: Blowing the Curve

The characters: .....

Karen, our daughter.
[Click on any picture to enlarge]

Blowing the Curve;
....what is a Dad to say

Got this text message
from our daughter.
"KP and I are stuck
on the elevator at BP's school.
The Fire Marshall is coming."

Baby KP asleep in elevator

So what is a Dad to say?
"I fed KP a bottle
and we are staying calm.
I hear them
(Fire Marshall?)."

Momma said
"This is terrible, poor baby."
So what is a Dad to Say?

Dad, the retired professor
spoke in some riddles.
About blowing the curve
and how many have been stuck
there before.

BP practicing for her performance

What is a Dad to say?
About being the norm or to excel
and extolling about our BP,
grandchild who is so smart,
waiting at bottom of the stair.

This doesn't fit the model
of book learning I've been taught.
I am afraid the curve has broken,
what is a Dad to say?

Momma Karen and KP .

"We are out!" and Momma said
"Praise the Lord!"
What is a Dad to say?
Momma said it best.

Poem and photos
Copyright © 2010 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved
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Find more poems at One Single Impression
"Blowing the Curve" as prompt was
suggested by Mojo at Why? What Have You Heard?

Note: This elevator ordeal lasted 36 minutes today. Karen was calm all the time. So was KP after having her bottle. The firemen had to pry the doors open and lift KP and her stroller out. Then they helped Karen up and out.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!



She's on the way to our house right now!

(Grandbaby KPs First Thanksgiving
at four months old)

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Rise up in this blue? -- MidWeek Blues -- This and that

Please scroll down one post for my Sunday poem
One Single Impression: Copse

These are a conglomerate of SOME of my this week's Monday activities. On Monday I saw my cardiologist at the Houston Medical Center. We decided to postpone putting in another stent, this time to my left kidney. It is about 50% blocked but we will watch it and I will come back in December for another sonogram.

This pretty blue high rise was on my way for a lunch engagement with my granddaughter.

This nice old house was on McGreggor Blvd. The neighborhood is going down some but the house still are grand considering their day.

This was a half way decent poker hand, a full house, as shown on my Mustang odometer. It had 50K on it when I got it as a three-year-old in 2001. 30,000 miles on a car in eight years is pretty small considering I drive around in the U.S. fourth largest city (6,000,000 plus metropolitan area population) of Houston, Texas.

And now for a peek at the granddaughter. This is Jenna, she is a senior Marketing (Supply Chain Distribution major, Finance minor) student at the University of Houston. We are soooooo proud of Jenna, she is making wonderful grades too.

Her picture here is in front of the Finance Association student organization. She is Corporate Relations officer, first after the vice president in ranking. Last year she was Community Relations Officer and did a really bang up job with that.

We had lunch at Niko Niko's Greek Restaurant and then came to the U of H bookstore where Grandpa got out his credit card. Afterwards she showed me the new Business Administration building. It sure did beat the old one where I spent so much time working for my B.S. in Economics degree.

We are all so proud of Jenna. Way to Go Girl! Oh yes, she invited me to the Rice/U of H football game with her too. Can't beat that.


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If you want to post a MidWeek Blues picture, go get directions from Rebecca by clicking on the logo here. She has a Mr. Linky and good directions . Just do what I did.
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Or do less. All she requires is a BLUE PICTURE, you don't have to write.

The Blahs -- MidWeek Blues -- The birds and the grub

Please scroll down a couple for OSI.


But first an updated picture of our new grandbaby, KP.

Today she is four weeks old, this was taken yesterday by Karen.

Ain't she cute!

The birds. Why would this picture make me blue? Or make anybody blue? Well, may be it wouldn't. This just isn't my idea of escaping the harsh Midwestern winters.

The birds? We call them snow birds. They come down here in the warm when it is snowy and cold up north. They bring their own homes (make their own nests). They blend in when there isn't anything doing with 'their kind.'

The grub? Birds must eat. One reason they like it here is because of the proximity to the necessities, such as groceries, Jack-in-the-Box (plus a half dozen other fast food, NO BURGER KING) and gasoline. This shopping center is six miles east on the Interstate Highway, IH-45.

And I say 'here' because the RV trailer park is less than a mile on east from our home. It generally fills in the winter.

The Blahs? Definition # 2 : plural [perhaps influenced in meaning by blasé] : a feeling of boredom, lethargy, or general dissatisfaction

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If you want to post a MidWeek Blues picture, go get directions from Rebecca by clicking on the logo here. She has a Mr. Linky and good directions . Just do what I did..

Or do less. All she requires is a BLUE PICTURE, you don't have to write.

One Single Impression: Slowly

Grandpa's Day

slowly he turns over in his bed
push down his feet to straighten his back
his shoulder aches his side cries in pain
child's voice -- I wish my Grandpa'd be here

crawls out of bed so slowly he dresses
holed socks torn shirt one pair faded jeans
clean yesterday shoes by door there lay
child's voice -- my Grandpa needs a new suit

lane's end he goes -- find his paper there
the dogs explore cold's white field of frost
song birds all know new to read there not
child's voice -- why doesn't Grandpa have a TV

boiled egg he eats the kids cooked last week
puzzle to work next he'll read past's news
for better word radio would work
child's voice -- my grandpa should have a mac

lunch time comes its baloney and cheese
pickles are gone meat has spots of green
safe in his jar peanut buttter there
child's voice -- did we cook grandpa enough

now get the mail sure glad frost is gone
the dogs do roll grass is very dry
no letters here from anyone dear
child's voice -- I'd e-mail my Grandpa dear

comes supper now eat before the dark
one hot dog cold on bread that's his dole
better he fares when grand kids are there
child's voice -- hot dog for Grandpa I'd make

its off to bed you kids get some sleep
your grandpa goes before the light is gone
early we leave fix him for the week
child's voice -- can grandpa come live with us

Grandpa my son lives in Grandpa's day


Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

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Tag: One Single Impression Slowly
prompted by Nancy Bea at Genre Cookshop, thank you
Tag: Jim's OSI
Painting is easy when you don’t know how, but very difficult when you do. Edgar Dégas
The same may go for poetry? (whatever, I enjoy painting with the words!).

One Single Impression: Welcoming

Welcoming

A planned child she was
month early conceived
practice run made good
July's child we made




Expecting a boy
we named him Festus
loved him sight unseen
every day we cooed

Seven scheduled time
hospital to come
to meet him that day
impression we make

Festus came okay
our little he was
a cute little she
home for her we made

Three score years have passed
cycles do repeat
for him her and us
grandson now she makes

welcome world we say

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Tag: One Single Impression Welcoming,
prompted today by Nancy (thank you) Genre Cookshop
Tag: Jim's OSI
Painting is easy when you don’t know how, but very difficult when you do. Edgar Dégas
The same goes for my poetry attempts (don't know how, but I enjoy it!).

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