Prequel to "Jack and Jill" -- A Prequel Poem Written for Friday Writings and for dVerse Poetics

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    Jack and Jill in Training 

Jack and Jill made a training bill 

Climb some hills and gain some new skills 

Run two miles before the wind whiles 

Early up ahead of the sun 

Easy start longer hills a part 

Jack and Jill loved climbing the hills 

Then one day learned enough make hay 

Small mountain they could climb, certain 

Jack and Jill they climbed that big hill 

Jack fell down and Jill broke her crown 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024 

 - I am linked with Rosemary for Friday Writing #111 at 

    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/

 - I am also linked before with Lillian of dVerse Poetics at 

    https://dversepoets.com/2024/01/23/and-what-were-you-like-before/

 - Rosemary has asked, "If you were to come back as a ghost after you die, what place or person would you most like to haunt – er, revisit?" 

 - Lillian has asked us to "write a poem that is a prequel to a particular character from a nursery rhyme, aesop’s fable, book, or mythology. See explanation in prompt above. Be sure it’s clear in the poem, who you’re writing about."  For Friday Writings using the prompt is optional, we can instead post a poem previously written or written one off prompt.  I had previously written this poem for Lillian above.   

   You can see that I used a prequel to Jack and Jill of the nursery poem with that name, "Jack and Jill", who climbed the hill but then they fell back down after they had gotten up their hill. The Prequel is usually telling of some events prior, even leading up, to the main story writing, i.e. the Nursery Rhyme here.  

 - Click here to read other folks writing on this prompt. 

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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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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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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006 and 2023 respectively, All Rights Reserved (Photo first used January 2, 2006, on my "Ask Dr. Jim (blog)", click here to read it.

 - 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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Lovely Onion Cries -- a Poem for dVerse Poetics and Friday Writings

    To the Lovely Onion 

Lovely Onion, why do you cry 

I'm the one who should be crying  

Role to cry, not yours, 'til I die  

You're so beautiful when you're sliced 

Your rings gleaming with joy you serve 

Crisp and ever kept when on ice 

Your tangy taste brought to the fore 

When you're breaded and brown and fried 

Your lovers always cry for more 

Healthy food you match so many 

Vitamins, minerals and fiber 

Salted for sodium and taste 

Lovely onion, I see not you should cry 

Lovers abound in this world you to try 

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The fine print:

 -  Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2013* and 2023, All Rights Reserved **

 - I am linked with Melisa Lemay, guest host, dVerse Poetics: Peeled Away, at   

    https://dversepoets.com/2023/08/01/poetics-peeled-away/ 

 - I am linked Magaly for the prompt at Friday Writings # 88 ,   

   https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/

 - Magaly has asked us to write of "poetry or prose, which includes a cliché used in an unusual way.  I opted out on that, but I can't even say "better late than never" because I might "never" do that.  

 - Notes:

    * http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2013/11/potato-with-texas-bbq.html  

  **See my other poems or writes on this blog using or about Onions here, 

    https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/search?q=onion 

     and on my other active blog here, 

    https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=onion

    Included above is my recipe for making a delicious egg sandwich using Onions.  Yummy (BTW, notice how I make a square fried egg in the microwave--it fits the bread better) ,

    https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2012/06/e.html 

 - To read others using Onions in their works for the prompt, 

    click here

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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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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved

 - 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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Wearied Artist -- a Poem for dVerse Poetics

“Portrait of Halvor John Schou” painted in 1911 by the artist Thorvald Hellesen (1888 – 1937)

   I Was Tired 

I was tired and weary 

Painting day and night 

Pictures of people 

Animals Vegetables 

Fruit and Trees 

And more 

Never could get to my 

Hearts desire 

Painted bolts of  cloth 

Sides of cars 

Lunch  boxes 

And sacks 

Finally got so bad 

Was painting 

Walls of the . . . 

Of the house 

Upstairs 

And 

Down 

My misses said 

"You painted your 

Last straw 

Now that you've 

Painted your 

Selfie 

Three D 

On the wall" 

I used to enjoy 

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 - Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo prompt furnished by Lillian at dVerse Poetics,  it is a portrait by the artist Thorvald Hellesen (1888 – 1937) 

 - Read more about Lillian and Thorvald Hellesen at Lillian's dVerse prompt page, 

https://dversepoets.com/2023/05/23/an-artist-gets-his-due/ 

 - You can read how others have written when inspired by Hellen's pictures here 

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April -- NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 23 -- an "Old Friends" write

   

         Reminiscing; Way Back 

I. 

(The agenda, Jim D and Jim H, Facebooking) 

II.

Well, Jimmie H, how are things going for you way down in Texas?

It's been a long time since we parted, I'm retired and stayed here in Newport Beach.  

Wish we could get hold of Old Rosie, I miss her a lot.

III.

Yes, she was quite a gal.  You were her boy toy before there ever was a name for that relationship. I miss her too.  For an across the hall neighbor, we couldn't have found a better.  

IV. 

I've been reading your posts, I am glad you found each other.  I could have arranged that if I knew you guys had gone a really long way apart.  

Oh yes, I miss you all too, "Miss Rosie of the 50's" is here almost sniffling." 

V. 

Rose, you are making me feel bad, I doubt any of us will ever get together again.  Distance makes good memories but that's about all.  Jim H, could we do something about this, just one more time get-together.  

VI.

Let's pick a halfway destination and a time.  The word "can't" is not in my thoughts if I can help.  All right, Rose, Jim D, how does Salt Lake City or Crested Bute, Colorado sound?  

Choices?

VII. 

(Silence) 

VIII. 

All right, I have memories of Crested Bute, we'll go there.  A date? 

IX.

Any Month that has a fifth Thursday, let's see, next month, Guys?  

X.

(Simultaneously, both Jims) Fine, fine, meet at the motel TBD. 

XI.

Rose, you pick the motel, there's either the Red Rooster Inn or Mama's B&B; and now deep pocket guy Jimmie D, you pick up the Hotel tab.

XII.

(In unison)  Cheers to our old abode!!!

(Silence all, computers darkened) 

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- Photo and Script Writing Copyright, Jimmiehov 2009 and 2023 respective, All Rights Reserved 

- I have linked with NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month, Day 23 at 

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-three-9/ 

- The prompt deal there, "Now, try to write a poem of your own that has multiple numbered sections. Attempt to have each section be in dialogue with the others, like a song where a different person sings each verse, giving a different point of view. Set the poem in a specific place that you used to spend a lot of time in, but don’t spend time in anymore."  

 - Note:  The "apartment" photo is a hotel on the beach at Etretat, France.  Read about our 2009 visit here, 

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April -- NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 07 -- and a Write for Friday Writings

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The Love Letter 

When I first held you 

The invention of fire (!!)

Haunted by the past 

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

 - I am linked with Rommy at the Friday  Writings #71  at  

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

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo, National Poem Writing Month, for writing ___________. You can see the instructions and will be able to read others' writings there at    

    https://www.napowrimo.net/ , 

and then click on the day's title that you wish to read.  This one will be posted on "Day 7" but I am not following the given prompt suggestion.

 - Rommy has invited us to write about “small victories” 

 - A 'Spine Poem" makes a poem using the words of spines of books.  I composed this Senryu during a recent library visit

 - The little Flirty Guy follows most of my love poems.  I found him outside a store in Gdańsk, a city on the Baltic coast of northern Poland. .

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April -- NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 02 -- a "What is This" Write using a Word List

 

The White Queen

Under Bridge with Dick and Harry

Black Friday

 

Photo and Spine Poem are Copyright
© 2015 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

 

On August 4, 2015, I had this linked with Marian at the The Tuesday Platform

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My write for the day, April 2, 2023:

      What is this? 

What is a Song?

    It's a tune waiting to be murdered 

    by a guy like me who cannot sing 

    but he tries--utter flop 

What is an Owl? 

    An owl is a funny bird who can't 

    sleep at night, partly because 

    he has four dimensions of color 

    spectrum vision that keeps him awake 

What is an Oyster? 

    Its a little sea monster who's afraid 

    to come out of its shell; it only 

    does that when it is dying and 

    ready to be cooked or eaten raw 

What is the Fog? 

    It's a condition of the brain so
    that the one who's in it acts silly
    goofy and cannot think straight

What is a Ghost?

    It's a person who dresses in a white 

    sheet at Halloween time; he tries 

    to scare old ladies and little kids 

and a bonus,

What is a Quahog? 

    A Quahog is a word that I didn't 

    know the meaning of until I sicced 

    my Search Engine on it

    You can find it out also, just click here 

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 - Photo and Poem, Copyright,  jimmhehov 2015 and 2023 respectiverly, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo, National Poem Writing Month, for writing of five to ten of the words listed below.  You can see the instructions and will be able to read others' writings there at  

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-two-10/

My word list was:

owl          generator      fog      river      clove      miracle      cyclops     oyster     mercurial     seaweed     gutter         artillery     salt      elusive      thunder      ghost      acorn      cheese      longing      cowbird     truffle     quahog         song 

Note: 

The dictionary pictured in this Spine Poem is 110 years old and had belonged to my father. We were in the process of moving and I was about to throw it away. I had been keeping it because I thought it was the one Dad 'corrected', by changing the pronunciation of Hostess to utilize a soft "O" that he had penned in. My mother would always be very upset at him and his, 'whatever' whenever he would bring this up. 

Now come to find out after my saving this dictionary for several years after Dad died (2009 at age 97) that this it is not the one he had changed. Bummer, so I had thought that I would throw it out even if it was published in 1913, making it 110 years old. A 'Spine Poem" makes a poem using the words of spines of books. Here I used some liberty in using a similar sounding but different meaning of the middle book in my stack.  You can see more of my Spine Poems by clicking here

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New Moon not Blue - an Acrostic Write for dVerse Haibun Night

 Hey Diddle Diddle; 

The Cat And The Fiddle 

 

    Hey, hey, in the sky, there loomed the moon.  The moon was bright that night, a New-moon for our delight.    Who doesn't love to look way up there, thousands of miles away, and see a sight like that.  

    Diddle and piddle, some plod their time away, never looking up into the sky.  They miss the beauty of our universe, especially the visible stars, planets, and our moon.  This New-moon for human consumption by the eye.

    Diddle and diddling tonight, there was to be a special event.  Telescopes were out, binoculars too.  Awaiting an almost miracle event, hinted but not told what it was to be.  Could it be fake news, many speculate.  

    The children with their noses up in the air, scented a special event as well.  Their minds were running wild, how would we know?  Conjuring up answers to this question, some matching science's reports and others letting their minds run wild, they kept on.

    Cat in the alley was up to something.  Had that to do with the speculations?  She meowed nonstop, looking up into the sky.  She wanted to be able to tell, for sure not miss the excitement.

    And then the sky opened up, the clouds went away and all could see.  A gorgeous New-moon was hanging high in the sky.  

    The Ozark Boys and Girls were making music like never before.  Hill Billy music, to tunes all listening would know.  Folks were stomping their feet and clapping their hands.  Dancing was to begin.  Dancing in the halls and in the streets.

    Fiddle de do, the Fiddler did play.  He played his heart out in tribute to the New-moon.  He cried some tears; the listeners were too.  Handkerchiefs if they had, otherwise on their sleeves the tears were wiped away.  

Cats singing low now 

Fiddlers loved their audience 

Trees were clapping leaves 

The Cow Jumped Over The Moon 

    The people were looking up as a never-seen-before event was happening.  The New-moon was smiling, looked ready to applaud.  The Fiddlers stopped for a moment before going wild with those strings.  Never in the Ozarks had the Ozark Boys and Girls seen such a sight. 

    Cow, Farmer Brown's was to be surmised, came flying around but seemed to be headed to the New-moon.  She was, she was!  Flying to the New-moon!  She's on her way! 

    Jumped one big jump then two, up to the New-moon.  Sat on his lap, licked his face.  New-moon just smiled as he ate it all up.  He'd never seen anyone doing that before, nothing like this.  

    Over, she's going over the people below were crying out, "Careful up there."  The cow didn't mind it seemed, perhaps she was ready to go home, home on the other side.  Then it happened, she finished her jumps. 

    The world was going wild, dishes were running away with the spoons; dogs were laughing all over the world and Humpty Dumpty looked as he might fall.  Who would put him back together if he fell?  The other cows even got into the corn, waving The Cow along.  She had jumped over the moon!!  One of their kind over the New-moon.

    Moon soup was the soup of the day, flavored by a few cow hairs.  A Tribute to the Cow jumping over the New Moon. 

Nature clapped to see 

Such a sight never seen before  

Trees closed their green eyes 

My "Moon Jar" made by Mrs.
Garriott, astronaut Owen Garriott's
wife at her pottery shop.  I worked
with Owen some at NASA Houston. 

Note:  The lid's knob is the Earth and the jar body is The Moon.  The jar is about eight inches high.

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 - Haibun Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with  Frank J. Tassone at dVerse Haibun Day, 

  https://dversepoets.com/2023/02/27/haibun-monday-2-27-23-mezza-luna/ 

 - Click here to read some of the other's writings 

 - Nursery Rhyme Lyrics: (Wikipedia URL)

        "Hey diddle diddle,
        The cat and the fiddle,
        The cow jumped over the moon;
        The little dog laughed
        To see such sport,
        And the dish ran away with the spoon."

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