The Cake ~~ NaPoWriMo 2022, Day One

A Cake Lover Tells 

My favorite 

A cake with candles 

Candles burning brightly  

Quickly blow them out 

Ones for me to blow

But first I make a wish 

A wish I'll want to come true 

Birthday spent with you 

Will happen I know 

'Cause you always do 

You'll find I'm running away

So then you run with me 

And bring my cake along 

        ["Birthday at Age 12"] 

     [Photo Ⓒ by Jimmiehov 2022]

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 - This is my FIRST poem written for this year's National Poetry Writing Month  (NaPoWriMo), in support of April's National poetry month read more.  I have been participating since 2015.  You can read some of them by clicking on the yearly "Label" links below.  

 - You can read other writer's work and see how to participate yourself at the link below within these notes.

 - Photo of my Youngest Granddaughter and P

oem  Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Rommy at the Friday Writings #20, at 

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

 - I am also linked with NaPoWriMo 2022 at 

https://www.napowrimo.net/

 - Rommy has invited us to write poetry or prose that includes the word “Cake”.

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NaPoWriMo Review, 2015-2021

 Testing waters. 

NaPoWriMo Labels for 2015 through 2021 are below.  

This weekend's "Sunday Muse" link, 

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

..

Winter vs. Spring

(Previously posted April 17, 2020)

The New Spring

Flowers bloom--freeze not 
January grass is green

Winter never came 

Daily walk with green 
Baby rabbits run year 'round 

Climate change is here 

Photo credit

April's baby birds 
BioRhythmic Lunar Clock 
Keeps calendar time 

Humans much confused  
This one goes jalopy spin 

Eagles on 8-track 
Moon and stars doing just right 
Mother Earth is out of whack 

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- Poem and Photos except for the third Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020 

 - On May 24 I linked again to Rommy at the Writers Pantry, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/05/writers-pantry-21-change-of-plans.html

 - I am linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2020/04/april-2020-days-16-20.html?m=1 from where I was led to a former Day 17 prompt by Hannah for 2016 on Kyōka writing (today I wrote three Haiku and the fourth is a Kyōka) https://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2015/04/transforming-fridays-with-natures.html?m=1

 - I am also linked to NaPoWriMo Day 17 at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-seventeen-6/ 

Today, April 17, is International Haiku Day 

NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 24 - a "Finds Poem"

 
(I love to find old Zombie Trees along the road. [jimmiehov 2018])

Zombie Finds 

I woke up this morning at four 
I couldn't sleep no more 
My dream woke me up, end of night 
My passion, had to write 

It was of a grove of Zombie trees 
Alive no longer be 
But inside those skeletons lie 
Spirits call to the sky 

Listen and be very quiet 
Spirits not gone just yet 
Waiting praise and prayer might be long 
Basque in their heav'nly song 

And when accepted by above 
They crumble to that love 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor  in the Imaginary  Garden  at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2020/04/april-2020-days-21-25.html?m=1 
 - which lead to Sherry Blue Sky's April 24, 2019 post,   in the Imaginary Garden  at https://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/04/wordy-wednesday-with-wild-woman-natural.html?m=1 
 - And I am linked with NaPoWriMo Day at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-four-6/

Day 18 of NaplPoWriMo 2020 -- a Tribute Poem for Jack Kerouac

[photo from 

Fireblossom below]

( background material,  https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Kerouac )

The rich die old ------
Poor die by the curb
  whiskey bottle in hand

The rich die old ------
Poor die in distant land,
  ditches of war

The rich die in mansions ------
Poor die in East End
  slum apartment

The rich have fun in clubs ------
Poor write poetry and books
  Greenwich Village coffee houses

The rich have Fine Families ------
Poor like their "beat"*

Jack Kerouac was not rich, he lived and cherished the "beat", Jack Kerouac was a writer who died young ------ 
Age 47 ------ 
he was called in 69*** 

The rich are born with 'Silver Spoon' ------ 
Kerouac became famous when his book, "The Road" got notice.  Jack had lived and traveled between New York City and San Francisco until then, after he moved to Florida.

He called himself by his "own ------ 
statement of his name as 
  Jean-Louis Lebris de Kerouac" **** 

NOTES: 
* "Beat" -- fellow novelist Herbert Huncke. Huncke used the term "beat" to describe a person with little money and few prospects 
Also  his writing style was noted for his use of the long dash to separate lines of different or agreeing thought.  I tried using them here.
(Wikipedia) 

** Wikipedia 

*** In 1969 I became single again.  I kept my Aerospace Engineer job at NASA and my studies evenings at the University of Houston.   My off times I lived a semi-Keroac single life. Mrs. Jim rescued me in 1973, we have stuck 47 years. (Writer's note)

**** Wikipedia
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 
 - Photo, copied from the Sunday Muse linked below.  Other from Wikipedia link above. 
 - I am linked with Fireblossom at the Sunday Muse,  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/04/sunday-muse-104.html?m=1 
 - I'm also linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary iijGarden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2020/04/april-2020-days-16-20.html?m=1
 - And linked with NaPoWriMo Day 18 at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-eighteen-6/

Day 16 of NaplPoWriMo 2020 -- When You Get Old

They'll Clip Your Wings 

When you are old they'll clip your wings 
Take your license so you can't fly 
Hide your car keys so you can't drive 
Put you in a home keep you there 

Do things you want and can afford 
Fly  while you can soar with the best 
Drive where you want still while you can 
When they put you on the shelf, done 

Then it's over can't fly no more 
You'll contemplate what you can do 
More so over what you have done 
Your love life your kids where you've been 

For on that shelf there is no more 
Memories you'll savor can't plan more 
They've taken your keys clipped your wings 
Doors are shut at night on  your shelf 

Maybe then you can write your poem  

Well anyway, my 1950 Ford being hauled away.  I sold it.
The story, https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2017/09/fridays-hunt-v411-k-is-for.html?m=1
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 - Poem and Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020
 - I am linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2020/04/april-2020-days-16-20.html?m=1 from where I was led to a former Day 16 prompt for 2016 on broken statues by Karin, aka Outlawyer, at https://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/04/in-remains-of-this-month-april.html?m=1
 - I am also linked to NaPoWriMo Day 16 at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-sixteen-7/

 - The Eagle?  In the middle of the night the bookshelf above it crashed down and broke both wings.  It now sits in the pantry on a shelf.

Day 15 of NaplPoWriMo 2020 -- a Tribute Poem

Spencer's Folly; 

a Tribute to 

Diana Spencer, 

Princess of Wales 

Shrine built for daughter 

  Now deceased 

Apple family eye 

  Still cherished 

Estate garden is 

  where she rests 

On the island there 

  in the lake 

Died too soon, we came 

   and we saw 

Beautiful tribute 

   Nations' love 

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  - Poem and Photos Copyright,  2020, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2020/04/april-2020-days-11-15.html?m=1

 where I chose the prompt for today, "Folly", with a second, not well known  meaning.  Go here to read Hedgewitch's clear explanation.  I've copied a summary paragraph plus and posted it in the photo on the right.  CLICK IT FOR LARGER SIZED.  . - We visited the Spencer Mansion and Grounds in 2008 amongst many other U.K. visits back then.  I believe you might also.   https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2015/12/warm-heart-wednesday-no-004-we-travel.html?m=1    - I am also linked with NaPoWriMo Day 15 at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-fifteen-6/  but chose not to use their musical prompt.

Day 14 of NaplPoWriMo 2020 -- an Apology-not Poem

[Dad, Uncles, Grandpa, and Grandma]

A Non-apology;

  for things you’ve ...

Have you ever stolen something?

Doesn't take much thinking, does it?

Right away your conscience will tell

Was there a pack of cigarettes

When you were a bit young to buy

Stole them from your grandfathers car

I've thought about that now and then

Well I did that and glad I did

Now that he's dead and gone who cares

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2020/04/april-2020-days-11-15.html?m=1 

 - I'm also linked with NaPoWriMo Day 14 at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-fourteen-7/ where the theme was inspiration of someone in the past.  My Grandfather was always making rhymes at the stop signs in our multiple car rides we had.  Guess inherited rather than inspired should be my word.  Plus Grandmother was a school teacher before they married.  I've taught all my life, even as an Aerospace Engineer.

 - Day 13, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirteen-6/ at NaPoWriMo was the inspiration for this one, "Not apologizing" for some deed we'd done in the past.  But I didn't finish it in time for yesterday.

 

Day 12 of NaplPoWriMo 2020 - Easter Triolet

Easter Sunday 

Easter Sunday is a joyous day 
World-wide Christians are making their stands 
Children's Easter baskets are displayed
Easter Sunday is a joyous day 
Churches full people singing  their praise 
Easter Bunny plays, kids in the sand 
Easter Sunday is a joyous day
World-wide Christians are making their stands 
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Note:  I didn't mean for this to offend, in the U.S. Easter is also a National Holiday as well as being a religious day.

- Poem and Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2020/04/april-2020-days-11-15.html?m=1 
 - and also with NaPoWriMo Day 12 at    http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twelve-8/

        How to write a triolet 

Day 11 of NaplPoWriMo 2020 - Ode to a Weed

Ode to Wild Milkweed 

Oh Milkweed plant prettiest weed that flowers

Whose blooms are the brightest orange of all

Your lineage is one of the hardiest

Great great grandparents hoed out of the corn

Your line has survived and gained prestige

You beckon the Monarchs from afar

On their treks from Old Mexico they stop

Your sweet smell pretty blooms they can't resist

While those butterflies stay their eggs are laid

You graciously host them and their cacoons

Then beautiful Caterpillars do roam

over your limbs over your body

Gracious again you give your leaves their food

While their mothers continue path to North

Die on their way praise your name in Heaven

Those worms turn to Monarchs like their Mothers

and take their places at the north

Oh compassionate weed of the wild

You'll have time once again more leaves to grow

And milkweed plant prettiest that flowers 

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 - Poem and Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020,All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at https://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2020/04/april-2020-days-11-15.html?m=1 
 - and with NaPoWriMo Day 11 at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-eleven-8/ where I used mainly their prompt, a particular flower for inspiration.  I chose the Wild Milkweed which attracts the Monarch Butterfly.
 - I am also linked with the Writer's Pantry at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/04/writers-pantry-15-all-about-that-love.html 

Down - Day 3 of NaPoWriMo 2020

Down He Went

Most courageous of our Navy today
Beloved concerned  Admiral yesterday
That was yesterday with no job today

Code of military, "do what I say
then ask questions later" that is the code
Follow chain of command things move slowly

Meanwhile his troops were dying by dozens
Aboard that ship of death in his command
Superiors were slow, he needed action

To the top he went, over heads afraid
Afraid of loss of prestige their silence
Unafraid and brave he went to the top

Fired but proud of doing right for his flock
I'd vote for him president any day
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 -
 - Linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2020/04/april-2020-days-1-5.html?m=1 and to
 - the NaPoWriMo Day 3, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-three-6/ ;

Change of Plans -- Day 2 of NaPoWriMo 2020

Hemmed In

I am hemmed in here
while my Mustang Ford
is ready to whine
Lovely top-down days
are going to waste
Texas Bluebonnets
drool for company

That's because some dirt
farmer west of town
we're saving him from
dread COVID 19
Him we don't know and
for sure haven't seen

So gladly I stay
Here on my own street
But that's not all bad
My granddaughter came
with sidewalk chalk to
decorate my drive

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 - Poem  and Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2920, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked to the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2020/04/april-2020-days-1-5 with Susie  Clevenger's prompt suggestion for Day 2, Taking it to the Streets
 - the NaPoWriMo Day 2, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-two-7/ ; and

NaPoWriMo 2018-01 -- Pick

Pick One
 
Today we have choices to make
National Poetry Month starts
It's one poem for the observance 
  
It's a different matter one each
Each day some will write to observe
Now that's rather taxing for Moi 

We shall see what tomorrow brings
Last three years I wrote every day
So for tomorrow do or don't  

Pick one
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Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved

I'm writing for Marian at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/04/april-one-one-love.html
I'm also linked to Day One of NaPoWriMo, http://www.napowrimo.net/here-we-go/ If you click on 'PARTICIPANTS SITES' link at the top of their page you can read the poems submitted by other bloggers.