The B Man - a Poem for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 19

     [photo courtesy of Bing Search (URL)]

   

    

   Boogie Man Commeth 

The Boogie Man might be here 

She looks under her bed 

That Boogie Man haunts her 

Whether or not he might be there 

All started the day I told her 

I meant no harm, just let her know 

Know and thing about the man 

Didn't say he wasn't real 

And now, things have changed 

The Boogie Man is there 

That Boogie Man hunts her 

Under her bed, waiting 

All started the day I told her 

I meant no harm, just let her know 

He hides when she looks under bed 

He chases her all around

Hunting her until both are tired 

She never lets him catch him 

The both go to sleep 

I wonder, does he really want 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 19, prompt today, "What are you haunted by, or what haunts you? Write a poem responding to this question. Then change the word haunt to hunt."  

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My Sister -- a Poem for Her -- for a dVerse Prosetics and Friday Writings

    Little Sister, 

When you are old, well pretty old 

old enough to drive like a Senior 

one who should be off the road, 

I'll get you a dog like a lady I knew  

I hear now that you don't drive far 

and are staying off the major roads 

like highways that run though town 

And freeways too, those can kill you  

Driving for me is still a challenge 

challenge to lead the traffic, up front 

you might try my secret, hide keys 

car keys, where they won't be found  

No disaster getting lost, the dog can help 

Follow him, he can take you home 

Note:  This isn't true, neither of us has reached this stage although we are both elderly. Many our age have.  Oh yes, there isn't a dog either.  You can read your fill about her on my other blog (click it).

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Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Rosemary at Friday Writings #92 at   

  https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2023/09/friday-writings-92-triumph-or-disaster.html?m=1

  - Rosemary has asked us to write  something in response to the phrase “triumph or disaster?”

 - I am also linked with  paeansunplugged at dVerse Poetics, at      https://dversepoets.com/2023/08/29/poetics-siblings-the-ties-that-bind-and-gag/ 

   who wants us to write of our sibling(s).  I only have sister Lois, she is five years younger than I am.  This is NOT about her nor me nor having a dog (YET)

 - Click here to read of others writing for this second prompt.

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Food and Eating -- A Write for Friday Writings

[JIM'S LITTLE BLOG: Happy Birthday Sis! Happy Birthday Lois! (jimmiehov.blogspot.com)]
A restaurant on the West Side of Montgomery, Texas, now closed (Lois is center, back)

About Food and Eating 

Been asked to tell a tale 

A tale of food or eating 

Start with a place 

that isn't good? 

That I will not 

        We've never had a bad at the Cracker Barrels.  Their Meat Loaf is par with Mom's; Chicken Fried Chicken is my favorite.  Desert is Fried Apple in sweet syrup to go for desserts, at home we have it a la mode with Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla ice cream. 

        Yummy!!  

Then tell about your cook 

I'll tell you of some things I cook 

My cooking some might call 

it for every thing I make 

So everything I make, means 

microwaving, baking, frying, 

assembly of ingredients, 

defrosting from the frozen,

You name it, that, I might “make”

        Today I'm "making" Hot Dogs with cheese and sauerkraut and having Bush Original Baked Beans soon for Lunch. Cherry Pie a la mode next or later for dessert. 

If there is a place left 

on the Misses' card 

we can go out for 

a tasty meal 

    

        And when I'm not “making” it chances are that we are eating out. I like a lot of places besides Cracker Barrel. Some we visit that are nearby, Fast Food would be McDonald's, Wendy's, Burger King, Whataburger, Little Caesars(pizza), Chick-fil-A, and Kolache Factory. Favorites here would be Burger King for a sit-in Breakfast, Wendy's for sandwiches, and Subway and Kolache Factory for take-out.

        If we are better dressed for going in, it would be Orleans, Spring Barbeque, Luby's, Willie's Grill, Carrabba's Italian, Chuck Wagon BBQ and Burgers, La Finca(Mexican), and Apple-bees.

        Our Sunday Restaurant is Orleans, serving New Orleans type foods, much is spicier than Mrs. Jim wants. Wendy's eat-in is good, ours isn't open often for breakfast due to a help shortage. Burger King has Breakfast coupons; our favorite there is BOGO egg, cheese, and Ham or Sausage croissant sandwiches plus one senior coffee; it comes with one helping tater tots and one medium coffee.

    I used a list, “Restaurants in Katy,” there were 972 (Houston Metro Area, 11,361) for choosing. Some others did not make the list. Also we eat outside Katy into Houston proper, there it is liable to be Papadeaux Seafood. 

    Luby's has veteran discounts, Orleans has Senior Day on Fridays.

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

 - I am linked with Rosemaryy at Friday Writings #90 at     https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2023/08/friday-wrings-90-food-andor-eating.html?m=1

 - Rosemary has asked us to write about food and/or eating short or longish (369 words or fewer), fiction or nonfiction. Mine is exactly 369 words not counting the title.

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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April -- NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 19 -- a Poem of Scares, then and now

My sister sewing up Adi's (my Beagle dog) Teddy Bear 
[click on the picture for a larger size]

        Scary Things 

There's two scary things in my life 

There's one for my little sister 

one for me, both tamed, still around 

Monster Boogie Man honored well 

To this day Sis peeks 'neath her bed 

Knowing he's not there peeks in case 

She was about five, makes me ten 

I told about that monster 

Boogie Man hides 'neath children's beds 

Seems all my life but not really 

Still go to sleep with dim light on 

Since I was young not liked the dark 

Had my sister walk me at night

Outhouse in back of chicken house 

Young, I was afraid of the dark 

I'd bribe her, let her hold the light 

Remains a small guilt 'cause I told  

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 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month, Day 19.  We were requested to write casting "your mind back to your own childhood and write a poem about something that scared you – or was used to scare you – and which still haunts you (if only a little bit) today."  

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-nineteen-8/

a Poem for Tuesday Platform -- Sweeping, Dustpans, Crumbs

Sweeping up the crumbs

Seems my life has forever been sweeping up the crumbs
Crumbs left from the night before, sometimes days before
Even stretching onto days and months, seasons and years
Crumbs left from the night before.  Those crumbs we have

Most are from nights of enjoyment, eating, living to fulfill
Fulfilling the dullness of our lives. Pleasurable moments
Then the price to pay is the broom handle of the mornings
Oft time much more cleaning than the broom can do

I'll take the broom in hand, and the dustpan I've waiting
Waiting on the wall just for the crumbs of the night before
Those crumbs are from my hand, once in while from my foot
But generally there has been a partner as part of the crime

One tale I'll tell, you can imagine others. Innocence can
be an excuse, often for my partners they were. When a teen  
I'd found a package of 'smokes', lying where I've never told  
Grabbed my sister by the hand, to the creek we hiked 

Down by the creek we smoked, on the tree lined banks
You might can remember your first smoke, this was hers
It was big time for me, grownup like, mimicking their pleasure
For her it wasn't fun, she puked the bottom of her stomach

I don't know if that was when we returned to the house or it all
happened down at the creek. She tells her story seems each day
How she quit the habit after two cigarettes, Never smoked again
I've spent a lifetime sweeping early crumbs, naughty boys and girls

Those other episodes I've mentioned, some were life changing
Other crumbs from the night. A lot firsts for me as a young adult
Times only me, one or a few others, and God. Some I believe that
I'm the only one left alive to tell.  Some I'll never tell to anyone 

Imagine what, likely they be.  Yours too, safe harbor in our heads
Mine keep my broom going, dust pan getting full. Empty it quickly  




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Photo and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

I'm linked again with Kelly O'Conner at the Imaginary Garden
with Real Toads, The Tuesday Platform
~~ http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/03/the-tuesday-platform_28.html

Acrostics Only: Slang (a limerick)

S L A N G

Shucks, dog gone to heck, o' phooey

Love my four letter words, Louie

A little verse for sis

Never taught me to kiss

God loves my slang—cuss all hooey




Poem and Photo Copyright
© 2010 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

Please note:
Lois (Louie) is my only sister. I don't know who this vendor lady is. I took this picture in Tallinn, Estonia, while on a holiday Baltic cruise this spring.

Acrostics Only Prompt 8: Acrostic Limerick — SLANG
(Limerick Form - a limerick is defined as “a light humorous, nonsensical, or bawdy verse of 5 anapestic lines usually with the rhyme scheme aabba”. Lines 1, 2, and 5 have 7 to 10 syllables and the last words rhyme. Lines 3 and 4 of Limericks have 5 to 7 syllables and the last words rhyme.)

Food ~~ Sensational Haiku Wednesday

Food


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penny for your thoughts
gluttony surely is sin
gone nickel ice cream


Photos and Poem Copyright
© 2010 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved


Sensational Haiku Wednesday is hosted by Jenn. Please click on the logo to the right for info about joining in and for more Haiku Wednesday participants.

Seated above, left to right, is my BIL Jim W, sister Lois, and Mrs. Jim. All of us have Texas Chicken Fried Steak except for Mrs. Jim. She has fried catfish, hush puppies, and coleslaw. We all had the self-service salad bar too. .

A few hours at the Burt County Museum, Tekamah, Nebraska

Left to right, my sister, Lois, curator, Bonnie, and Mrs. Jim




Dad was on the Board of Directors here, he also was the Treasurer for quite a spell.

I used to tease him and tell him that the reason he was asked to be on the board was because he met the qualifications 200%: Dad was retired (time) and he had a pickup truck (utility).




The perfect untouched snowy lawn for a nice kid game of 'Fox and Goose.'

Who has played that game?