Monday, April 01, 2024

- - a Poem for dVerse Quadrille #198 and NaPoWri Day 1

[Farm contoured, Bing search, (URL)]

  Contour Farming 

Down hills rains eroding 

Solve, County Agent comes

Nodding heads did agree

Surveyors measuring


Hills left with bright markers

Following them Dad plowed

Plowed more—Terraces made

Corn, Alfalfa between


Corn for feeding beef cows

With hay for winter meals


Erosion stopped, soil enriched 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo, Bing Search, "Contour Farming" (URL

 - I am linked with Lisa for dVerse at   

    https://dversepoets.com/2024/04/01/dverse-quadrille-monday-198-fuzzy-frameworks/ 

where her instructions were to "Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word contour." 

 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 1 (URL)

 - Click here to read the other writers works 

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Friday, March 29, 2024

My Cow - a Haibun for Friday Writings

Imagine a Brown Swiss Milk Cow, brown in color, with the same features as my FFA, Future Farmers of America, project for my junior and senior Ag activity and class. We took her home from a calf auction when she was small, just a few months old.  

That was for my sophomore year, I fed and cared for her, she was a pretty young heifer at summer break time. By graduation time next spring she was a good Milk Cow.  We separated her from her little calf the day it was born, and she joined our small Milk Herd.   

 All school FFA animals at our school must have been named.   I  named her Brownie.  

Baby to mama 
One short year boviens become 
A good investment

[Picture of a cow like mine, Brown Swiss]
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 -  Haibun Prose Poem Copyright, 2024 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Rosemary at Friday Writings #120, read her instructions here, 
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Tuesday, March 26, 2024

My Building - a Poem for dVerse Poetics


[click on picture for larger viewing -- our grade school, I am the boy in back]

    image 

imagine you're driving today 
you come upon small farmstead 
a red barn and red granary 
all the other buildings are white 
 
all them except one small hut 
and that one looks standing only 
a one-holer with room for one 
one can sit or stand person's choice 

sears catalog rests on the seat 
pages missing, quite a few gone 
gone for wiping then down the hole 
stinks for heaven eeks up that hole 
  
we drive down the road a short way 
another clump of white buildings 
four we see and one more red brick 
one fairly large, one half its size 
 
those were in the middle of all  
two more were way back, lot is large 
one of the small rests on the right 
identical, left back corner 
 
those two also smell very bad 
sears catalogs between holes 
these are two-holers, don't know why 
left house for boys, right is the girl's 
 
long walk from either sits three more 
large right in the middle of all 
one on the right is the wood shed 
corn cobs too for starting the stove 

at recess kids play games of tag 
called "anti I over", "here I come" 
'It' throws the ball over the top 
tries to catch one from other side 

kids run to the opposite side 
try to get there before they're tagged 
who gets caught will be the new 'It' 
none will tire until classes start 

recess in winter is outside 
especially good with fresh snow 
that's time for playing 'fox and goose' 
another tag game, paths in snow 

my main attraction was the large 
large white's room, dozens student desks 
rows on rows, sort by student size 
the first graders are front and right 

heating wood stove in mid front row 
no air conditioning, windows all open 
student recital bench in front 
in front of students and the stove 

teacher's desk in the very front 
ask questions, listen kids recite 
watch the students for their raised hands 
one or two fingers, toilet needs 

up in front of all were blackboards 
chalk boards were all across the front 
teachers using them to explain 
and students showing math work 

only door was the one in back 
entrance to the mudroom comes first 
full of boots, caps, gloves, and jackets 
squeaky door separates classroom  
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List of some things not told in poem
Teachers boarded at the farm house 
Room and board, she came every day 
Red brick building, steps, storm cellar 

Flag pole sits beside the red brick 
Initials and names carved on desks 
Our school was small, grades one through eight 
I was alone, grades three through eight 
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024 for Poem, xxx for Photo, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Kim at dVerse Poetics,
    https://dversepoets.com/2024/03/26/buildings/
    where Kim asked us to use "Building" as a writing prompt 
 - Click here to read other's writing
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Monday, March 18, 2024

Army then -- a Poem for Quadrille #197

armycadets.com from Amazon gun ad

  War stories 

Getting old now

loves telling tales

Army stories

are his forte


No war for him

guns on the rack

Not shooting range

Score penciled in


Sharpshooter him

Medal to prove

Wore alongside

Good Conduct pin


Did Radar man

once shoot that gun


Basic Training

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with De Jackson at dVerse Quadrille #197 for hosting, 
    she asked us to Write a Quadrille poem, 44 words in length and to use her chosen prompt word, "sharp
    Click here to read some others work, same instructions 
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Monday, February 05, 2024

Imagine - a Poem for dVerse Quadrille

        Imagine


When I was a little boy

I could not imagine things

Other children could do that

Had imaginary friends 


My little sister did well

Age of two she had a friend

His name was “Two Year Old Kid”

At three his name didn't change 

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 -  Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehove 2010 (URL) and 2024
 - I am linked with Lisa at dVerse Quadrille #194, at            
 https://dversepoets.com/2024/02/05/come-play-with-me/
 for the prompt word, "imagine".  Here at dVerse our Quadrille form has only 44 words not counting the title, if any
 - Click here to read what other folk have written using this prompt word 

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Thursday, February 01, 2024

May your dark clouds have silver linings!
(my, Jimmiehov, photo)

                 Bad News and Hindsight 

    I had dropped out of college way back in years passed.  
 
   A job in the Elgin Watch Factory seemed waiting for me.  I then bought a car, another story there.  When I did all this the draft had slowed as plenty were volunteering.  Sigh of relief, although that didn't last.  I got my draft notice three years later.  Bad news for me.  

    Into the Army I went, and my last eight months training was the clerk typist school teaching.  When time for my discharge there was a major depression and the Watch factory had closed.  So I enlisted for three more years, to attend the first 43 weeks in an Air Defense NIKE Fire Control Systems Maintenance school.  There I learned Electronics, Radar, and Computers. 

    Time for discharge, I left as the Viet Namm war had just started and I wanted out of the service.  It was easy for me to get a job teaching in the army school but our company lost their contract after two months.  I was transferred to New Hampshire with the company as a Field Aerospace Engineer with my Army class, third of forty-some students and my experience of the last of three years in Army.  

    This project was to make an already installed Air Force Satellite installation work, teach the Airmen how to operate and maintain it.  After another three years I had worked myself out of a job there and was transferred to NASA'S Houston Johnson Space Center as an Aerospace Engineer. 

    I hummed along with the open doors and kept my peace.  But then Voila, the local colleges had day and night classes, so I enrolled.  My education ended after ten years, mostly financed using my GI Bill benefit, with the receiving three degrees.  

    That qualified me to teach at the community college which I was offered a job, I taught for 22 years there before retiring.  My doctorate degree put me with PhD instructors, pay and the title of Professor. 

   My unwanted stint in the Army had paid off, that was the silver lining in the dark cloud. Hindsight said my taking of the open doors had paid off.

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 - Prose Writing here is Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Magaly who is hosting and brought the fun but revealing Friday Writings #112 at
 - Magaly has invited us to write poetry or prose that includes a silver lining, or an advantage that comes from a difficult or unpleasant situation.  Our word for Friday Writings count is limited to 369 words not counting the title, I have 358 words.
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Friday, January 19, 2024

Learning outside the school building -- a Poem for Friday Writings

[please click on the picture to make it a bit larger -- I am the boy in back]

Rommy has invited us to write about an obscure bit of knowledge that fascinates us. 
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The Storm; Rain, Hail, and Tornado


A scary day that ended in 

this little boy not scared at all 

He wasn't scared of the mean storm 

The rain, the hail, a tornado 


Appeared in school uninvited

Came knocking at our only door 

One room one door OSHA would care 

A student's dad and he did care 


The other kid in my grade's dad 

Came to get we kids to the cave 

Storm cave, one that gives memories 

of things our teacher might not like


He quickly informed the teacher

Her first inkling of this danger

The two of them ushered the kids

We quickly went, a scary trip


The dad was letting us all look

We'd stand up the stairs in the door

He would show us the cone move

Across the landscape mile away


It passed and we played with the hail

Baseball size across our green lawn

One I chose had a dark blemish

It seemed to be a piece of junk


Looking closer I found treasure

Kids treasure, a gear from a clock

How it got there we all wondered

Been fascinated by that still

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185 words not counting the title 

 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2010 (URL) and 2024 Respectively, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Rommy at the Friday Writings #110https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 
 - Rommy has invited us to write about an obscure bit of knowledge that fascinates us. I knew nothing about the power and cunningness of a Hailstorm until this episode of my life.  Now I have a real-time example to tell.  
 - Note: In the picture above, I was the boy in the rear. My cousin, John, on the right front was the other boy. My sister, Lois, was on the front left and another cousin, Ione, was to her right. Lois was probably in the second grade as she started school when she was four. That would put me in the sixth grade.  During my grade school there were generally four cousins.  
 - Click on the picture to make a larger view.
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Thursday, September 28, 2023

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 
 - For our writing prompt  Rosemary has asked, "Please tell us: what, for you, conjures up Home?" 
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Tuesday, September 26, 2023

Lucky Guy -- a Poem for dVerse Poetics

Look under the bridge
Can see Sydney's underpants
Not unlike Paris 
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As I went under the bridge 
My mind began to wander 
Away from the tourist sights 
Remembering childhood day  
Bridges where I used to play 
Down at  the creek on our farm 
Over on the graveled road 
Under that bridge where I played 

Followed creek through the fence 
Duke and I sat on the bank 
Throwing rocks into the stream 
Duke was taking a short nap 
Sleeping dog reminded me 
I's thinking how it would be 
To be homeless here except 
My bed, blanket and a dog 

I'm the lucky veteran 
There's so many have no home 
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018 (URL) and 2023 respectively, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Punam for the dVerse prompt, Bridge, in our write for "Poetics: Building Bridges" at 
 - Click here to read others' writings for the prompt 
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Tuesday, September 12, 2023

Read it and, . . . -- for a dVerse Poetics and Friday Writings

[Taken on a road trip through Iowa, 2011 (posted about it, click here)] 

dVerse Poetics Poem: 

        Sign said, "Road Closed" 

The sign said that the road was closed 
But that wasn't enough for me 
Which way to go, there's no arrow 
Two alternatives, right or left 

Or is there a third, either way 
Perhaps they both end up, same place 
This was Iowa, new to me 
I took my chances and went left 

That's the way life is many times 
There is no Detour sign to say 
And there's plenty of Iowa's 
We'll read the sign and do our best 
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Friday Writings Special:

Like a Deer 

Storm has come tonight 
Skies are darkened as black ink 
Love to run in rain 
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with MS JADELI   at dVerse Poetics at  
 - Click here to read other writing concerning "signs". 
 - I am also linked with Magaly for hosting Friday Writings #94 at  
 - Magaly has invited us to "create poetry or prose which includes the following words:  storm; ink; and love" (I made a Senryu for her).  We have a choice as using her prompt is optional.  Due to my busy schedule I have opted to post instead a previously written work using "signs" for the prompt by MS JADELI.  
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 I used to like this song a lot:

 
 Detour — Patti Page
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And this:

"Signs" (lyrics)
Recorded by: "Five Man Electrical Band" (1970)
http://www.digitaldreamdoor.com/pages/lyrics2/signs.html
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Monday, September 04, 2023

Theft Story -- a Poem for Friday Writings and dVerse Quadrille

  Three Silver Dollars


I wish that I could have

My silver dollars back

Never guess where they are

You don't know, I don't know


Wasn't there when they came

Small bath window, slivers 

TV, stereo, junk

Violated my soul


Miss my silver dollars

Surprisingly the most 


Excruciatingly 


Note:  This true, I blame a couple who were selling door to door the night before.  And the first thing that comes to mind when I think of the burglary is my Silver Dollars.  Three I remember, two from Mom's coin stash, i.e., collection, and one given to me--I was an early teen then--by my Uncle Don who had just been to Reno for his first time.

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  - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

  - I am linked with Rommy at Friday Writings #93 at   
  - I have opted to not follow Rommy's fine prompt, of inserting "a sense of "smell" somewhere in the poem.  I could, say, "smell of rats"when visiters came to my door.  BUT this would be hard and still end up with exactly 44 words as the form requires.  
  - I am also linked with  for dVerse Quadrille #183 at 
 - Click here to read other's writings for Kim's prompt word, "Sliver"

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Tuesday, August 22, 2023

After Rains -- a Poem for Friday Writings and dVerse Poetics

   
  Rainy Day Fun 

It had rained that day, 
or was it from the melting snow 
Puddles and small streams 
I'm with my bottle and my stick 
Salad dressing's gone 
Done its duty and discarded 
Retrieved, fuel tanks full 
Passengers and crew coming here 

I'm the ship's captain 
Counting is done all are onboard 
The ropes are untied 
We are now leaving the harbor 
Guiding with my stick 
and coming around your corner 
Wave to me please 
The lad in navy suit age eight  
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Grace at dVerse Poetics,   
 - Grace has asked us, "use the word "bottle" and its contents in your poem. What is brewing inside the bottle?"
 - You can read other's poems for Grace's dVerse prompt by clicking here 
 - I am also linked with Magaly at Friday Writings #91 who has invited us to find inspiration in the phrase “muscle memory” for her prompting.  Writing for it is optional, due to lack of time I opted to bring this poem to Friday Writings.  I wasn't up on "muscle memory" so I looked it up and learned. 
 - You can read Magaly's discourse of the prompt and links to others posting by clicking here 
 - As a lad growing up on my Dad's farm playing bottle boat and my tree branch stick this was one of my favorite play times when the little streams were flowing. 
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