The Little House -- a Poem for Friday Writings and dVerse Poetics

             photo digital artist Erik Johansson - Surrealism

            Once upon 

        Once upon a time 

        there was a man and woman 

        who lived in a little inside out 

        house Nothing remained hidden 

        from them though all was devoid  

        for the rest of the world Just like  

        it wasn't there at all  When the 

        woman came to feed the chickens 

        inside she was dismayed  The 

        door was ajar off its upper hinge  

        The lights were on and the chickens 

        were gone  Four books science 

        and poetry subjects were stolen 

        and another lay on the ground  

        pages all scattered around  A total 

        mess inside seems they'd tried to 

        make it a home  They couldn't no 

        one except inside out people could 

        So they had left no thanks to anyone

        The woman left in a hurry  There were 

        no chickens to feed  She was to tell 

        the man  He was violently mad  Made 

        his exit not waiting for the woman  She 

        would follow in a moment   Had to fix 

        her makeup first  It too was inside out 

        Chocolate flavored  But when they got 

        to the house  Bad bad  It had been 

        burned to the ground 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo Courtesy of Eric Johansson, his URL www.erikjo.com 

 - I am linked with Mish for the Photo Prompt at dVerse Poetics evening,  

  https://dversepoets.com/2023/05/09/poetics-slipping-into-surrealism-with-erik-johansson/ 

 - Mish has other pieces of his photography work at the site above 

 - I also linked it with Magaly at the Friday Writings #76  at    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2023/05/friday-writings-76-to-do-lists.html?m=1  

although I opted not. to use her prompt for this week which involved lists and a Poem or prose to tell of the progress or lack of progress with the list's fulfillment.   

    list from my search 

 - If you wish to see what others have written for her Johansson photos       

   Click Here

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Spells and spellng - a Write for dVerse Quadrille

Spell of good fortune 

Cast upon my dame 

Lasted a long spell 

When it was over 

Riches and good looks 

Upon her fell spell 

others she loved 

Our loving spell doomed 

Onery spell moral is 

'Riches, good looks 

Those two spell trouble'

""T"  "R"  . . . " 

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 - Poem  Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - Picture courtesy: A Close-up Shot of a Cocktail, Pexels.

 - I'm linked with Sanaa at dVerse for this Quidrille #154, Casting a Poetic Spell at 

https://dversepoets.com/2022/06/13/quadrille-154-casting-a-poetic-spell/ 

 - Our "Quadrilles" have exactly forty-four words, and are considered "Flash Writing" due to their shortness.  

 - For us we are given ONE WORD which we must use, today Sanaa has given us "Spell".  This word has three meanings, making it a "homogram" with three homographs. 

 - My writing is also a Flash Poem in many circles based on syllable count, I have 56 syllables, twenty-five in each line of the first five, then fourteen in the second and seventeen in the last.   Most times I like either 55 or 144 as those two are magic for either syllables or words, as is 44.

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The Ride -- Life Goes On -- a Poem for Sunday Muse

  

                Photo by Robert Doisneau 

                “The Ghost Train,” 1953

 

  The Ride; something special?

Ride of my life I'm looking for 

Too old for ponies I was told 

Truth comes hard not child any more 

Life change, adolescents we were 

Corny jokes tickles and pinches 

Crushes, fickle loves and breakups 

Come scarey tunnel of darkness 

Moments getting more serious 

Teens we learned every part of love  

High school finished my grades were good 

Way too young still, took our chances 

Steamed romances settled on one 

Will marriage be the ride for me 

Cross my fingers hope for good choice

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo inspiration courtesy of Carrie as hosting The Sunday Muse #209, 

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/05/sunday-muse-209.html?m=1 

 - Her other choices today:

- All seemed to me to be stages of a woman's life.  See Carrie's link above for their artist's credits.

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- I have written every day in April for National Poem Writing Month, I hope you can classify all as poems of sorts.

 Each of the links below should pull up several writes from April 1 down to April 30 (today, 2022): 

NaPoWriMo 2022, 

NaPoWriMo 2022b, 

NaPoWriMo 2022c, 

NaPoWriMo 2022d, 

Sunday Muse - How Old?

A morning her kind 

Thin, old and weary 

She still has a life 

Sets her alarm with snooze 

Goes to sleep at midnight 

Awake at four has to pee 

Four-thirty gets out of bed 

Husband is snoring in her head 

Poor fellow fifteen years been gone  

Hot chocolate with marshmallows  

Brownie with chocolate chips, sits 

Puts up her feet, she sips 

Unbraids her hair bun, slow  

Tired last night, so now 

Crooked fingers' work 

It's hell getting old 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with The Sunday Muse #177 for the prompt photo,   http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/09/the-sunday-muse-177.html?m=1 

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NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 17 -- Moon Howling

 

Come Howl with Me 

The Moon is full tonight 

Watch it in the east as 

it rises big and bright 

Over the horizon 

Just as twilight begins 

Howling time begins when 

Comes the hour of Midnight 

The foxes and the wolves 

Give us a sendoff clue 

When it's just right for you  

Auool, auool, auool, auool 

My howling will never cease 

Howling until wolves do stop 

Followed by the foxes, 

Coyotes and dogs everywhere 

Do I grow fangs at midnight 

On their necks women to bite 

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

 - Upper Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006, see link below to read. 

I'm linked with Magaly  Guerrero in the Writer's Pantry #66,   https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1 

 - I am also linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 17, https://www.napowrimo.net/day-seventeen-7/ -- from instruction prompt there, “Today, I’d like to challenge you to stop fighting the moon. Lean in. Accept the moon. The moon just wants what’s best for you and your poems. So yes – write a poem that is about, or that involves, the moon.“

 - The Lone Wolf has been in our family, since when I don't know, before I was born.  My sister, Lois (read of her), was always afraid of that wolf.  I have it now and just finished taking it's picture for you. 

 - My first Moon Howling blog post and with the above photo I wrote in , Tuscany, Italy, back in 2006.    https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-fair-to-howl-tonight-howl-with-me.html?m=1 and more of Tuscany,   https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=tuscany

   We had a five week holiday in Southern Europe.  Two weeks in Sicily, one week at the Amalfi coast and surrounding including Naples, another week in Province, France, and our last week in Tuscany.  

   The Sicily and Amalfi visit was with a tour company, the last two weeks we had a rental car from Milan and back to fly home. 

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NaPoWriMo 2018-15 -- Day 15, a Poem, feed your dog

 

My day is done;
  if you love a dog then feed it 

 

My day is finished my work is done

I will rest my bod I'm going home  

 

You can't leave work remains to be done

Flowers to pick and some seeds to sow

Potatoes to plant and weeds to hoe 

 

I'll leave the garden for someone else 

Here's my truck the kids can load it up  

Heavy groceries for the many mouths

You do that so well the neighbors wait

Food from the food bank don't let it waste

 

I've done that for years it's your turn now  

I'm tired so weary home I must go

 

 

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved 

   (The legend and the pickup are "PrintScreen" photos)
 

-  I'm writing for Gillena Cox  at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, April 15; Serendipity and a poet ,  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/04/april-16-serendipity-and-poet.html

  - I'm also linked to Day Fifteen of NaPoWriMo,  http://www.napowrimo.net/day-fifteen-4/.  If you click on 'PARTICIPANTS SITES' link at the top of their page you can read the poems submitted by other bloggers.

 

 - Gillena suggested the we read three of Villon's works and write our thoughts (inspiration) that might come from our reading. (François Villon, Google links)
 - I liked the legend by Falstaff (my PrintScreen Photo above) at the beginning of his Ballad, Fat Madge and from the first line, third stanza, of his Ballad, The Proverbs ("... So, you love a dog. Then feed it!"). 
 - The three poems:
    1. The Ballad Of The Proverbs - Poem by  François Villon
    2. Epitaph In The Form Of A Ballade - Poem by François Villon
    3. The Ballad Of Villon And Fat Madge - Poem by François Villon

Lost; a poem of no recovery

Lost;

running away,
never to be found

 

I'm lost and

can't find my way

Really don't want

to anyway

 

They sent out

the search party

When I saw them come

I hid

 

No recovery

for me right now

Perhaps never

will be

 

Left alone

I want to be

Don't you come looking

for me

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with  Kerry O'Connor, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform,  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/06/the-tuesday-platform_20.html

 - Kerry's words for us, "Greetings to all poets, wanderers, those who have lost and found their way...
Do you have thoughts to share, ideas you wish to release into the wild or a world view to express? You have come to the right place."  Her Illustration, below:

[picture on Kerry's post, linked above]

 

 - I took my picture of the Vespa scooter plaque in the "W o r l d . M a r k e t" store in Katy, Texas.  In one of my other lives I had a Vespa motorscooter  for a while.  It sufficed for second car use.  

 - I also used the scooter to get away on long jaunts, mostly riding up to our mountain or downing down along the Rio Grande River, either side.  In New Hampshire the scooter had prettier scenery for exploring. 

 - My Vespa ended life there in New Hampshire.  In another life I had a much larger Honda motor cycle.  That too has ended although I now have an older 1998 Ford Mustang Convertible, a what I call "an old man's motorcycle."

 - Most any place I have liked my solitude now and then but always I have come back.  

 - More birthdays than not I have mentioned running away but when I go Mrs. Jim has gone with me.

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Words Count

An Old Ford

 

An old flathead Ford

original, most

Alternator now

generator then

It makes twelve volts now

was six volts back when

 





Back in the 30's

up 'til '53

This one's a fifty-

one Ford pickup truck

Original most

color is two-ten

 

Cruising down Main Street

on Saturday night

Wife and dog up front

with the kids in back



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Poem Copyright 2014, © Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 

Today I am linked (link) with Moma Zen at the Real Toads, Words Count

 

Notes: (1) We are to use 60 word, no more, no less.  Mine has 60 with the title.

.......... (2) This pickup not mine but it is for sale. 

.......... (3) I have two old Fords, a 1950 Ford Custom 2-door and a 1974 Mustang Two Ghia.  Plus my driving car is a 1998 Ford Mustang GT convertible. (Mustangs)(1950 Ford)

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Missed the Mail;
a her and him piece

Post carrier has come and gone
Just a little bit late today
I missed it big, nothing for you
May I e-mail my note of love

I will still love you when you're late
There's nothing witty I can say
Pining away, I miss you so
This is my e-mailed note with love

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Picture and Poem Copyright

 © 2013 Jimmiehov.
All Rights Reserved

Note:  I'm not late a lot, at least for the important things.  Most of them.  I'm most infamous for being an hour late for Mrs. Jim's and my wedding.  That was unfortunate and not very much my fault.  It happened over forty years ago so I think the marriage took. (Read more about all that here)

 

Shared and listed with Real Toads, Open Link Monday.

For  "Tuesday Two-Shoes"

the October 15th writing prompt words

are Loud and/or Late.

Josie Said, "Have Fun!" (Link)

Little Lies -- Monday Toads -- Two Shoes Tuesday

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Little White Lies

It's a little fib I tell
sure it won't send me to Hell

Santa comes in the middle
of the night--to bed, be quick

It won't hurt, nurse's needle
not even a little bit

I am fit as a fiddle
everyone falls--I'm not sick

Hello Satan sir. Yes sir,
there will be no lying here

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Poem Copyright © 2013 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

Shared and listed with Real Toads,Open Link Monday. 

The September 10th writing prompt words to choose from "Tuesday Two-Shoes" are White and/or Lies. Josie Said, "Have Fun!" (link)
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One Single Impression: Calmed

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Ceansū Tráchta;
(Irish) Traffic Calming

An ordinary Sunday afternoon
little family out for their weekly ride
Grandpa riding shotgun with his spittoon
Dad had the reigns proudly he steered the drive

In the back kids and Mom with windows down
dodging juice from their Grandad's outside spit
wise Mom packed a kerchief to wipe her brow
and gives aid to Dad from back where she sits

Passed by red car its driver half Dad's age
He raised Dad's ire a lesson boy must learn
don't mess with folks take care you'll cause a crash
Dad had the whip young fellow you must burn

He'd cut him off now Dad started around
he'll teach young lad that his driving is bad
wise Mom sitting in back now held her ground
stop it all there's no lesson to be had

Dad knew his was folly and Mom was right
youngster avoid there's safety holding back
Mom's are wise they calm our souls quell the fight
the lesson here family comes first says Dad

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Photo and Poem Copyright
©2007, 2010 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

Find more poems at One Single Impression using "Calmed" as prompt
http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-sign-that-jim-needed-where-was.html