A New Home -- a Poem for Friday Writings

 

    Going Home 

We're going home today 

Luxurious manor 

Patiently yearningly 

Dreamingly going now 

Specially-designed craft 

Happily we're boarded 

Anticipating pair 

Orphans we always thought 

Lush tender green young stocks 

Lush green, pasture-like fields 

Bambo shoots leaves and stalks

Heavenly-like yumminess 

Mysterious China 

Unseen new home awaits 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Rosemary who gave us license to use abundantly modifier words today at Friday Writings #102, 

  https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1 

 - Notes:  

 - 1. China has loaned some near extinct giant pandas to the US and various other countries. They have propagated well, the project was a sucess.  The agreements are expiring and the pandas must be returned. The Washington D.C.'s three left for China this Wednesday , November 9.  Only three others in Memphis, Tennessee, remain, scheduled to leave next year.  [Click here to read more]

 - 2. Right after my retirement (2001) during our three week visit to China we visited Chengdu to see the Sichuan Giant Panda Sanctuaries [China, Moscow, and the Panama Canal travel items were on my bucket list-you can search my blog for our 2006 Moscow to St. Petersburg River Cruise via Viking Cruises glimpses here]

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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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Telling words ~~ a Poem for the Friday Writings

Our Outhouse

Too bad the tree fell on it. Of course no one was 

inside, just a whole lot of memories left there waiting.

Dad made this two holer, you can buy a brand new 

one in kit form for around $449.00. Go here

The light and the dark 

I've seen London and I've seen France 

I like sunshine and hate the dark 

Lamp lights okay, nightlights to sleep 

Am I afraid, fearing the dark 

Superstitious? That I am not 

Under ladders, there I won't walk 

Nor let black cats to cross my path 

For them I'll dodge, go other way 

It all started when I was small 

Outhouse was back, back in the grove 

Twas back behind--Mom's chicken house 

When it was dark--Sister's along 

All that to say "I hate the dark"

I'm still that way, flashlights do help 

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 - Photo and Poem Copywrite, Jimmiehov 2009 (out house photo, [click here]) and 2023, All Rights Reserved  

 - I'm linked with Rosemary for the Prompt phrase at the Friday Writings #69 at  

    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 

Notes: 

 - Rosemary has invited us to write about “darkness and light.”

 - The photo is of our outhouse toilet when I was growing up on the farm.  A tree has fallen on it now.  You can buy a brand new one in kit form for around $449.00. Go here

 - For more of my outhouse stories, click here. 

 - Although I say that I'm not superstitious, when I was teaching, I numbered my tests and mixed the questions differently for odd/even rows.  I also numbered each question pamphlet; I would exchange number 13 for number 43.  My students didn't know that had occurred, therefore if by chance that student was concerned, he/she would not worry about having number thirteen.  

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Rainbow Making -- a poem for dVerse Meeting the Bar

[click for larger sized view] 

A Rainbow to be Born

Rain rain go away 

Child's wishful complaint 

Raining all the day 

Bow like one she wears 

Make one for the sky  

Multi color there 

Make when rain wanes 

She'll give it a name 

The rain will taper 

The sun reappears 

Through the tapering rain

 

"Rainbow" it's Surnamed

Sun's traveling beam a

multicolor bow 

 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006 and 2033, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Lara Bloomsburry in here dVerse Meeting the Bar, her directions were to write of the merger usage of the three words, Rain, Bow, and Rainbow, where the merger of the first two combine for a new related compound word, the third word 

 - The Photo I took at evening time from our back porch over the golf course--we moved away, across the town of Houston, Texas back in 2015, to be near our daughter and family

 - Lara's URL, https://dversepoets.com/2023/03/09/mtb-three-way-split/  

 - Click here to see some others' writing efforts

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Mother-to-be, little bird - Day 01 of NaplPoWriMo 2020

    [nest is above the drainpipe] 

My Heart this Week

I am the little mother 
Mother-to-be little dove 

You may think that is scary 
Responsibility loved 

Smallish memory is short 
I may have been here before 

Was I the little bird who 
hatched her brood here in this nest 

Or the runt born here last year 
Runt of last year's brood come back 

Guided, invisible hand 
One I don't know got me here 

It could have been my husband 
Faithful friend father-to-be 

This our family home for years 
Safe secure under the eaves 

Little Dove, Mother-to-be 

(I, Jim, live in home behind)
(My heart this week?  Little bird)
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 - Photos and Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Rommy at Weekly Scribbles,    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/04/weekly-scribblings-13-all-small-things.html?m=1
 - Also I'm linked to http://www.napowrimo.net/day-one-2/, daily National Poetry Writing Month coordinators when I connect.  Click on "Participants' Sites' link at the top of Day 1 page to read other bloggers' poems.
 - And I am linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden which is reopened for April, National Poetry Month, at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2020/04/april-2020-days-1-5.html?m=1
There I used a prompt formerly suggested by Marian  at April is for Fools and Poets 
 - I plan to write a poem each week or even daily.  We are shut-ins until April 30 per our Governor's COVID 19 orders.  We will see if I live that long.  💝

Our doves have been returning since 2016 to hatch a brood of baby doves.

NaPoWriMo 2018-19 -- Day 19, a Poem, Nature's Display

     Photo originally posted December 29, 2010 (link)

  Waiting 

Here I sit in the dark 
Waiting for dawn's new day 
Pity those who will miss 
Spectacular display 

Spring comes with season change  
Lingering frost will shine 
Brilliant new sun appears 
Nature's display sublime 
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 - Picture and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2007 and 2018, All Rights Reserved     .

  - I'm writing for  Sanaa Rizvi  at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/04/get-listed-poems-in-april-edition.html .  She is waiting too!   Thank you, Sanaa, it is the day to "Get Listed." I chose frost, dawn, pity, and change as my four words from your list.  And used only 35 words including my title of your maximum 100 stipulation.

  - I'm also linked to Day Nineteen of  NaPoWriMo,  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/04/day-21-mythical-creatures.html?m=1.  If you click on the comments with links left or you can also try 'PARTICIPANTS SITES' link at the top of their page you can read the poems submitted by other bloggers.

NaPoWriMo 2016, Day # 29 ~~ Instapoetry

 

I'm looking out my breakfast room window
Seems pretty to most--pool came with the house

I walk around hardly ever see him
He and his bunny buds eat my pansies

Birds come too, flocking in, drink the water
Bathe in the falls and eat worms in the grass

Birds and bunnies, they hide when I come near
Then comes the family, grands and greats and kids

A warm Sunday afternoon, cool them off
Like birds and bunnies they too like to eat

Hot dogs and hamburgers cokes and ice tea
More food they bring we share this pretty place

. . . [click on a picture to make it larger, again for larger still]

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Photos and Poem Copyright © 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Today I'm linked with Bjorn at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.  Bjorn wanted no more than 100 words, 'telling out from inside.'  My word count is exactly 100.  Read more at his link:
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/04/instapoetry.html

This is also a poem for National Poetry Month.  I quit daily writing early this year due to a busy life's pressures.
You can read more poems at the poetry site,  NaPoWriMo 2016 

p.s.  Two rabbits came after I had written this.  KP is staying with us, no school today, and when she saw them she went outside.  The rabbits ran off but the one in the picture decided to hid back behind the bushes.  I used a zoomed lens to take this one, then cropped a bit more.

Where I was born

 

Early home

The old house was home to me 

Seventeen years there I lived 

First breath I took, fresh farm air 

 

Reading lights there we had none

No one was afraid of dark,

except for one little boy

 

My trip at night outhouse bound

Little sis was my escort

We had hope for the flashlight

 

Four room house, sis needed one  

The front porch became my room

For sister I didn't mind

 

Corn cob stove, later fuel oil

Kerosene lamps, then came juice

Outhouse filled up, bathroom came

 

Raccoons and snakes made their home

Elm trees growing in my porch

And then it was razed and burned

 

A hundred plus, house had lived

Perfect place a boy to grow

Little sister, Mom and Dad 

 

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Poem and Photo Copyright
© 2014 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

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Today I am  linked with Helen at the Real Toads, All About Abodes

 

A rundown of the old home place, here