Walker, Take Care -- a Poem for Sundy Muse -- and a Goodbye Note

 

                Tight Rope Walker 

            Mr. Tight Rope Walker, hear 

            Beware the lying big hawk 

            He's a liar through and through 

            He'll lead you to destruction 

            A terrible fall he wants 

            Wants you to crash, you could die 

            He holds the end of your rope 

            Clutching with his tiny claws 

            Getting tired he leads you on 

            Remember what you have learned 

            Keep your fate in your own hands 

            That's our trade's unwritten rule 

            You did well in rope walking 

            Class of Flying Trapeze School 

            Jumpers should pack their own chutes 

            You've no chute Walker turn back 

Flying Trapeze School, photo copyright, Jimmiehov 2013 
https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2013/07/two-shoes-tuesday-poem.html

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

 - I am linked with Carrie for the prompt picture at the top, for the Sunday Muse # 259 at       https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2023/05/sunday-muse-259.html 

 - The bottom photo was taken at one of my visits to the Regents Park in London.  We went often when our daughter took her family and went there for her work.  She stayed five years, her company paid flat was within walking distance of this park and Beatle territory, Paul McCartney lived one block from her flat in his own house.  

- We all like Carri and thank her for her serving her for such a long time.  However, Carrie has decided to shut down the Sunday Muse after next week, making 260 weeks this blog has run.  I probably will not write anymore Sunday poems after next week.  

    My two other weekend blogs are a meme type post on "Jim's Little Blog" click here, and on this blog for "Friday Writings" which is for poetry and prose type writings.  Sometimes I write casually, during the week with free or prompted poems for "dVerse", https://dversepoets.com/ .  They will appear on this blog as I write. 

    At Christmas time I plan to keep up my "jim's little Christmas tree farm" posts, starting a few weeks before Christmas.  I also have there recipes and other stuff now and then.  Then too, this will possibly free me up for more often posting a Q&A blog, "Ask Dr. Jim (blog)" 

     click here.  

 - GOODBYE CARRIE, 

        we have enjoyed your work products.  Please keep our URLs on your 

                list and come visit and/or write with us when you can.  

                        THANK YOU 

                               so very much!!  

                                        Jim H

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For "Her Kind" -- a Poem for the Sunday Muse

 

    Banished 

Banished she was, 

banished from her old 

stump on the corner 

The stumping corner 

where she'd paid her dues 

Dues that hurt, dues for 

audiences' pleasure 

Limited to what she could say 

and still stump from that old place 

place on a corner of 

London's Hyde Park 

She'd talk of women's rights, 

rights of the poor to survive, 

rights to choose church of choice, 

and rights to change one's xxx 

Oh there were others too 

unpopular stances she'd take 

Even then needed a permit 

city of London, to stump there, 

there in the city of freedom 

So she moved her stance to 

a field held by an uncle 

Someone's uncle 

a man she didn't know

didn't know and couldn't find 

Permit not needed now 

out of London's Hyde park 

Tell it like she likes, 

tell it like it really is and/or 

like it should be 

Her audiences will come 

hot chocolate when it's cold 

coffee and scones then too 

Ice cold tea and ice cream

when it's hot, sandwiches always 

Her "kind of people" coming now 

more will be soon as word gets out 

Where to find her new stump 

where the goodies for tummies are 

Look, see, they're coming now 

Fern's on her fingers topics, 

reminders for the day, and 

make sure "her kind" are voting 

Outside Hyde Park, one "corner's" gate (November, 2022) 

 

A walkway inside Hyde Park, 11-2022

 

Taken in 2013 inside Hyde Park, London, U.K.

Same scene as above, November, 2022 
[click on any picture, once, or twice for larger viewing]

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved   

 - I am linked with Carrie for the picture prompt, The Sunday Muse #251, 

   https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2023/03/sunday-muse-251.html

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The Flyer - a Poem for The Sunday Muse

THROUGH THE AIR 

Flying through the air two ropes holding tight 

Our lady flew with the greatest of ease 

Knew in her mind the pilot hauling her 

She picked the pilot and the plane from looks 

This one knew his business, looked so sincere 

Plane doing loop to loops, stays on course 

Pilots don't know she is there, can't see her 

You won't see her either fine aerialist 

She sees her life on the ropes in the air 

Lillian Leitzel's* new life in our minds 

*Note:   Lillian Leitzel (2 January 1892 - 15 February 1931) famed aerialist fell to her death performing in Copenhagen, Denmark. 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lillian_Leitzel 

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 - Poem and Bottom Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022 and 2013, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo Prompts chosen from six choices posted by Carrie of The Sunday Muse #225, 

https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/08/sunday-muse-225.html 

Trapeze and Swing Photos posted and/or taken by Jimmiehov 
This school was in Regents Park, London, U.K. 

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

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"To Burn" - a Poem for The Friday Writings

Note!!! - I for sure read the posts of all.  I will also leave a comment except when you do not allow Anonymous comments.  

Google has relegated me as to being an Anonymous reader.

 

Time to Burn 

Tis time to think about what if

If I had time to think about

More than I ever do take time 

Enjoy the fire I've never lit 

Time to watch it burn that I'd love 

Or lite the fire if I'm approved

Burn baby burn masses war call 

Under wraps angry open fields 

Raging angry fire watch it burn

Nickle if I had one for your thoughts 

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Note:  When I wrote this little poem I had no particular fire in mind and I wanted it to stand alone with or without pictures.  

After writing it I thought of my available resources for a burning photo.  Coming to mind were several instances, even candles, but I chose a burning in effigy of Guy Fawkes celebration we attended, which is repeated in London, and over the U.K, every year on November 5.

 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright 2013 and 2022, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photos are from my November 2013 post remembering my Guy Fawkes burning in effigy anniversary ceremony the year before in London, 

  https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2013/11/six-word-saturday.html?m=0

 - I am linked with Rommy at the Friday Writings #38,

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/search/label/Friday%20Writings?m=1 

 - Rommy has invited us, "to let your muses spend some quality time with the phrase “to burn”." 

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Tightrope Walker -- Sunday Muse Write

 

Tightrope Walker; Sleep Walking 

Tightrope walker's nightmare come   

Sleep walking on a steel beam  

Without a net high high high  

Netless over the city 

Free as a bird on a wire 

Pretty figure dressed in black 

Gracefully walks with no care  

Slight footed cat on a fence 

Will she fall, that we will see 

Cross our fingers, say a prayer 

She's jumping down, did she fall 

Far below what do we see 

A fine Flying Trapeze school 

On the side of Regents Park 

She is there, now on a bar 

Swinging she jumps to the next 

And see, she stands on the ground 

Those lessons were learned so well 

 [Jim's Photo]

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 - Poem and Bottom Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021 and 2013, here (poem) and 2013 (bottom photo, http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2013/09/home-now-includes-feline-friday-picture.html ).  

 - Top photo from Carrie's This weekend's "Sunday Muse" link, 

https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/05/sunday-muse-158.html?m=1 

 - NaPoWriMo (the National Poetry Writing Month folks) are saying "Thank You" and "So Long Until Next Year", https://www.napowrimo.net/so-long-until-next-year/ 

 -> I completed writing and posting a 'poem' every day in April for NaPoWriMo, you can see them here, NaPoWriMo 2021 .  Fun but almost a 'grind'.

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A Poem for the Pantry

Reminiscing London Strolls; 
take a walk through the neighborhood; 
forty +/- reasons while living in London is the best

you, an Internet friend, had me walking at the old church park at St. John's Wood, and then into the leaf strewn paths through the old cemetery. There squirrels and moss covered unreadable tombstones standing crooked were waiting to join me. (St John's Wood--Wikipedia link)

A neighborhood playground
The little man at the gate house
Kids
Big kids and adults too
The spinning wheel we'd all be falling off
The swings with sitting small children, "push me higher Papa"

Morning walk up Abey Lane
Greeted at the corner, entrance into the street, swarming with camera toting tourists
Passing the old recording studio, Beatles early songs in my head
Waive to the web cam under the tree up on a pole
The old church, Abbey Road Baptist now, hoping to convert the Muslims to know Jesus

Things wear down in glamour at the next light, turn left to Abercorn School
Or walk on past a little too far for walking back.
Big Red double decker Bus 39 will take me/us back
Farther still the train awaits

But walking past the school, past the park, there's the little Beatles Memorabilia Store, records, eight track tapes, cassettes,  or why not a CD?

Walk across the street, corner store
I'll have a Magnolla Bar, ice cream
Need a box of porridge (oatmeal)?

Beatle singer, Paul McCartney's house, wave, throw a kiss
On the way to the Cricket Stadium
St John's Wood park again
Come back up High Street, pass the library and the street little pancake, what do we call the thin ones, Crêpes.  I'll have Nutella and Black Raspberry jam on mine
Could have had a Gelato cone (ice cream) coming back before the library instead of the crepe

Turn right, there will be my flat, come on in
What'd I miss, visit and we'll  check things out
For sure I forget the Tube entrance, escape to downtown London 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Magaly Guerrero In the Poetry Pantry at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/01/writers-pantry-3-be-warm.html?m=1 

 - This is intended to be seen as a rough draft, jotting my thoughts for a further effort. Here it is more prose than poem though in part it is in stanza form.  A prose poem?
 - My thoughts in writing this bit is that the end writing be as a note to a friend, perhaps in London, maybe not, for the friend to keep in mind the joys I/we had.  And the whys one would want to live there.  In it I recalled some of the times I or we had while being there in St John's Wood.  I would also benefit myself from recalling these moments and more. 

Art inspired -- Thursday Poem

Lady Problems (2015); The Fast Learner (2013)

At Regent's Park

We're savoring Nature in the mid eighties

It really won't matter which we chose

Trollies or busses, or covered wagons

Take Regent's Park in the 1980's

We push our young in her pram.  Scattering

Scattering crumbs along the way for ducks

With the ducks following we make our way

First stop is the lake, there's no ice today

Toss the rest of the bread--the quacking stops

We are history, those ducks find someone new

Young ones are busy racing their sailboats

Crafted last night loving care, pieces now

Trees are budding flowers--no blossoms yet

Spring is hiding no more, she she's turning green

We walk some miles birds abound, large and small

Still not one flower--have ice cream and go

Our way out we stop to watch trapeze school

Students learning their ropes out in the cool

Leaving we head over to Primrose Hill

And have some fish and chips on our way back

 

[The neighborhood park just off Abbey Road]

Notes:
This poem was supposed to be inspired after reading of the life and viewing some of the art of the turn of the 19th Century Canadian artist Emily Carr.  You can read of her at the link below.  I was impressed by her totem pole subjects' renditions but was not particularly inspired by them to write.

I WAS NOT INSPIRDED TO WRITE BY  ANY  ONE

OF THEM IN PARTICULAR, JUST HER MOTIVATION IN GENERAL.

I was inspired by her efforts to keep Nature's marvels and beauty in the untamed. Though she did not specifically write or paint of preservation, our municipalities have obliged with a wonderful collection of accessible parks for us humans to enjoy.  This thought plus the liberal free gifts that the British have given inspired me to write of the magnificent London Regent's Park which I have enjoyed visiting quite frequently (see my reference below).
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2013, 2019, 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Wild Woman in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/08/wordy-thursday-with-wild-woman-art-of.html?m=1

 - When our daughter was in London working, for five years, we visited her often and stayed long. I believe every time we visited Regent's Park at least once.  It makes a pleasant and safe place for walking.  Link

A Poem for the Tuesday Platform

Why do I travel;
for delight it brings?

Started with a bucket list
Moscow, Panama Canal
Great Wall of China as well

Those in mind, first came my son
To his wedding, Barbados
With blushing bride made their vows

While in the Caribbean
Why not visit Martinique
And St. Lucia, islands near

Learned of Napoleon's wife
Awed by their island homesite
Josephine's Statue, headless

Ate bananas in their fields
from their trees and sampled rum
from the barrel.  Shoulders rubbed 

Soon cruised Panama Canal
Then sailed from Moscow on to
St. Petersburg. Walked the Wall

Our bucket list long empty
With the highway in our veins
Now eighteen years we've traveled

Fifty states, most of Europe,
South America have been
India to Capetown next

Why do I travel
Because it's there
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/07/the-tuesday-platform-questions-of-travel.html?m=1

 - I hate that this turned out sounding like a bragging write. More detail would have been more boring  But it has been much of my eighteen retired years and many summer while teaching has been on the road, sea, and air.
 - Best liked was driving literally all over Europe but there isn't one holiday travel that I have regretted. Eight have been Missionary oriented.
 - Oh yes,  Mrs. Jim has been with me everywhere except for my business
  monthlong romp in San Francisco and one trip to Guatemala.  Two of our children and three grandkids have also tagged along.

Day 14 ~~ NaPoWriMo

]The neighborhood park just off Abbey Road]

Bumming around St. John's Wood;

a district in the City of Westminster, London (link) 

 

Walking down the streets of St. John's Wood

We'll take High Street first if we're hungry

Gelato shop is always welcome

A blackberry cone or use a spoon

 

Start or stop at the Library end

Drop off a book pick one up or read

Walk through city park and past the old church

We're bound for Regent's Park feed the ducks

 

Trapeze scholars may be out, practice

Take pictures of the bridges and folk 

Smell the flowers pick if we dare

Smile for mothers wave to the babies

 

Coming back we will exit the park**

and walk Kings Road to get back

Past the Cricket Field and then turn right

At Paul McCartney's house photo time

 

Left then right at the corner pass our flat

At the corner next Abbey Lane, wave

Wave to the camera***, to the home folk 

Cross with tourists, savor the aura  

 

**(or go right and visit Primrose Park

     View downtown London there from the hill)

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Margaret in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/04/the-streets-of-brooklyn.html where she has some beautiful pictures of her walk in Brooklyn, NYC USA
   and
 - I'm also linked with the NaPoWriMo group at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-fourteen-6/
 
 - I plan to post some pictures in the afternoon, have to find what I have.  For five years we would visit London a couple of times a year and stay with our daughter and her family for looong visits.

 - *** Camera Link, https://www.earthcam.com/world/england/london/abbeyroad/?cam=abbeyroad_uk

 

[house on the left should be Paul McCartney's]

 

[on Circus Road, Abbey Road will be at

the corner, turn right Kids's flat is here,

the next year they moved to Abbey Road]

 

 

[This is a St. John's Wood park outside

the playground.  St. John's church also has one]

 

[The gelato store is about a 1/2 mile walk]

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Picking up crumbs

When is the crumb too big

to pick up with a wet finger

Spit expended that way 

enzymes wasted on a clean floor

When does one choose a pig

the stanchions are full of clean cows

Love wasted both ways are

dreams no longer in your control

Crumbs on wet fingers go

against the grains of common sense

Pigs on the loose always

trouble for other young ladies

Feed your pigs and cows crumbs

love your young lady do her well

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wet your cow

milk the pig

they won't love you

love the moment

here for the day

it won't last

sincere young lady

picks her boy well

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 - Photo and Poem and Copyright, 2011 and 2019 respectively

 - I'm linked with Anmol (aka HA) in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/search/label/The%20Tuesday%20Platform 

 - I dropped a fairly large cracker piece in the kitchen the other night but could pick it up by spit on my finger (ladies, this a man thing I'm sure).  That was part of my bedtime snack.  I couldn't sleep, partly because I had the title and first line in my head for a poem.  I did go to sleep before I finished writing  (on Smart Phone) on the side of my bed and have been piddling with this since.

 - The young couple's photo I took on the Abbey Road, a block from the famous crossing during one of our numerous holidays (2011) there to visit our young grandchild (and daughter and SIL) .  The next corner ahead is the famous Beatle album cover of them crossing.  http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-single-impression-love-2.html (my 2011 photo and post)

https://www.earthcam.com/world/england/london/abbeyroad/?cam=abbeyroad_uk (Abbey Road Cam - like Texas, pedestrians have right-away if the crossing is marked)

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Saturday Challenge Poem

Close the door;
you're letting the air conditioning out

Close the door, you're letting the air conditioning out

I need someone to talk to. With if you see fit so to do

 

I worry about things that I can't change
Maybe this happens with you as well.  Well? 

 

Not like the price of crude oil from Russia 

But more like escalation all around
 

Or the climate changing  melt the icebergs
Forest fires, drought, flooding right and left  
 

I could go on but what is to be gained 
Time will tell and I won't be here to know

 

It's cooled in here again, thanks for coming

Should I worry, what say you about this?  

      [click on picture to make it larger - click again for larger still]

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.. - This is not me speaking in this poem.  It was directed by my muse who was down.   
 . . . Photo and Poem Copyright © 2016 and 2017, respectively, Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
. - I'm linked with Magaly Guerrero  for the Weekend Mini-Challenge in The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/08/weekend-mini-challenge-out-of-your-own.html  I wrote this one especially for today's posting. It is supposed to be "mini", mine is not exactly that having 163 words. 
. - The animal picture was taken at the Vauxhall City Farm, at Vauxhall, Borough of Lambeth, London, U.K. (visit it here).  For more animals found at our visit you can go here.

 . - Magaly wants us to resurrect a few word from a previous work and write again with them in a new poem.  I picked these beginning two lines for my beginning two here:

"Close the door, you're letting the air conditioning out
I need someone to talk to. With if you see fit so to do"

found here:http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2016/09/adi-is-gone-we-miss-her-poem_16.html