Talyler Swift's Word - - a Write for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 29

    Cardigan; the old chum 

You picked me up and threw me on 

Like chum you are you warm me up 

I don't know what or where I'd do 

Helpless, sad were it not for you 

When I'm sad then you cheer me up 

When I hurt crying or bleeding 

Then you sooth me like mother did 

Other friends depart you'll still remain   

Come night throw you back neath the bed 

Like my shadow that can't be seen 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo last from the list, see below (a screen copy)

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 29 

   https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-nine-10/

where our host has posted this for us to choose one word for the title of our poem today, Merriam-Webster put together a list of ten words from Taylor Swift songs.  I chose the word, Cardigan, last on the list.

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Man, Woman, and Child - a Write for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 28

Bing's AI found photo

Mother Nature's Rule 45 

Man needs a woman, woman needs a man 

Mother Nature's rule 

From the start the man hunts food and the 

woman cooks the food 

When man and woman love each other  

 babies, children repeat 

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  - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

  - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 28 

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-eight-10/ 

    Written in Sijo Poetic Form, "Mother Nature's Rule 45" because it has 45 syllables (44-46 form requires) 

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kids and cats talk - a Write for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 27

Louis Wain, The Naughty Puss (1898)

  High School Cats and Kids; 

    what and where do they learn 

juicy farts, high school kids delight 

talking of them can fill the air 

bane of mothers who wash their pants 

"accident" when explain to moms 

moms take it in mother's duty 

clear the air precious high school talk 

sex and 'lgbtq' hushed 

not supposed to know of these things 

seems high school is meant for learning 

most time these are learned from 'big' kids 

moms and dad will know these go on 

learning, kids will pass stuff down 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo by Louis Wain, 1898 

 - I am linked with NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 27 

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-seven-10/

where we are asked to post an "American Sonnet".  Mine is one, sort of, has no rhyme.  But it is a Trometer (eight syllables each line) one.

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Questions -- a Poem for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 25

   Art: Bree & Dreamweaver Coat by Lisa Graham

  Happiness and White Lies

Bumped into a thought provoker today 

What makes you happy, bunch of queries 

Answers may tell us, what is it really 

I wasn't worried very much at all 

I'm a happy guy, questionnaire can find 

Proust Questionnaire shows my desires 

One question got my attention, liars, 

"What do I think about telling white lies?" 

I've always believed in them, they're okay 

Okay if it's minor and doesn't hurt  

Probably like Santa, Easter Bunny,  

and help young kids enjoy their holidays 

What if your date, could be a steady gal 

She's a minor but tells you adult age 

Very serious, then you find her age 

Run, run quickly!  Tell her mom? Have a choice?   

That is more than a white lie, pure trouble 

She looked older, you fell for it, but now?

Hurtful to break but strictly illegal 

Prison can beckon, truth you should have known 

Could it be different if she's expecting 

That happens quite often, marriage might quell 

Got to let the chips fall, hope for the best 

Lawyer might help; minor fell for your car 

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 - Poen Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Magaly for Friday Writing #124 at  

   https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/

where I am opting out of her prompt plan of using at least three of the five words she has chosen.  I like writing for those kinds of assignments

 - I am also linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 25 (the 35 questions are listed here) 

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-five-10/ 

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A Short Ode - a Write for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 24

Ode to an Injured Wild Rabbit

"Wee, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie, O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!" 

You've just read in British the first sentence of a John Burns very famous poem It is "Ode to a Mouse".  Poor mouse had been 

partially plowed under a farmer's plow blade 

I will continue this write with his first sentence in mind 

Oh small animal, I am so sorry, this trap wasn't meant for you. Rather for rats running wild. My children made a good find and had brought you to our house. Now we'll get you fixed up, clean, bandage, and splint that bloody leg.  

If you have babies at home I hope and pray that Daddy Bunny will care for them and feed them well. 

The people who set that trap in our hay field should be ashamed and feel sorry for you.  They are poachers breaking the law.

 

I'm hoping with you that the vet will fix you maybe so that you can soon go home, walking again. 

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  - Writing Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 24 

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-four-10/

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Cat stuff - NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 22

 

        [Our Daughter's Russian Blue cat]

   Cat Fight

Hey diddle doddle,

The cat and the fiddle,

They had a big fight, 

The cat won out, 

The fiddle had a black eye 

The cow quit giving milk, 

The moon cried big tears, 

The little dog laughed no more, 
The dish leaked to the press, 

And the silver spoon sold tickets 

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 - Photo and Poem Adaptation Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 22, 

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-two-10/ 

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Blue is Calling - a Poem for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 21

 

    The Blue Room 

The Blue Room, dread of high school kids 

The Blue Room, what can matter be 

The Blue Room, did your school have one 

The Blue Room, don't remember one 

The Blue Room, anger cooling place  

The Blue Room, who was married there 

The Blue Room, U.S. Capitol* 

The Blue Room, Grover Cleveland did 

The Blue Room, to Frances Folsom 

The Blue Room, one to remember 

The Blue Room, you ever had one 

The Blue Room, two bedrooms here 

The Blue Room, had one painted blue 

The Blue Room, moved to other  

The Blue Room, helps calm as we sleep 

The Blue Room, ought get you one 

* Note:  The Blue Room in the United States Capital (building) is the famed "Oval Office" where many important dignities have had a visit with the U.S. President.  More and photos, click here. 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 21, prompt today, they’d like to challenge you to write a poem that repeats or focuses on a single color. 

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WW II - a Poem for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 20

 

Lockheed P-38 - U.S. Army Air Aircraft 

My WW II Hero 

He was just a boy 

when he enlisted 

Mother and Father 

had to sign for him 

At age seventeen 

he was in Flight School 

And at eighteen was 

making bombing runs 

Flying from Afri-

ca to Italy 

Solo dropping bombs 

on German strongholds 

Early December 

it was his last run 

Downed by enemy's 

antiaircraft guns 

And killed in his own 

dropping parachute 

Body was buried 

by Italian priest 

Later was exhumed 

moved to New Orleans 

There rests peacefully 

may he rest in peace 

Baby sister born 

January first 

She never got to 

know him, her brother 

Lady now, he's her 

World War Two hero 

                     Hero gave his all 

His Sister so proud, as me 

His Brother-in-law 

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  - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

  - Photo from Bing search (URL)

  - I am linked with  NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 20 ,

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-11/ 

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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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Unspeakable-- a Poem for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 16

    Getting Worse 

His rash was unspeakable 

In places we never want 

Bad chafe initiated 

His underwear went unworn 

He didn't see his doctor, 

a woman, he was bashful 

Oh dear, it was getting worse, 

every day.  Now it hurts 

Medicine he had was old 

And the rats in the barn 

 had longer tails 

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 - No Photo, Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day Sixteen 

   https://www.napowrimo.net/day-sixteen-11/ 

 - I think I am on prompt today; you can be a judge.  ". . . here’s today’s (optional) prompt, taken from our 2016 archives. Today, we challenge you to write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does. The “surprise” ending to this James Wright poem is a good illustration of the effect we’re hoping you’ll achieve. An abstract, philosophical kind of statement closing out a poem that is otherwise intensely focused on physical, sensory details."

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Flowers to Moons and Stars -- a Poem fot NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 14

   

   If's; an anaphora form poem 

If roses were pink and 

If violets were purple 

If angels had wings and 

If the Devil had horns 

If the moon pulls down his pants and 

If all the "stars" were afire 

Then what we say would be true but 

We are not, no way.  So then 

Everyone knows, and 

Nobody cares 

Thats not a lie.  It 

Suits me

(I'm not wearing a "suit",   

That "fits" me. And 

I "quit" . . . )

Flowers that are blooming today in our backyard.  The Canna Lilies had one blossom but wanted to wait for a bit to have some more; it will bloom until the next freeze.

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, 

Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked to NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 14, here 

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-fourteen-11/

    where we were asked to, optional, write an anaphora form poem  

 - Click here to read all my poems, mostly for NaPoWriMo as of late 

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At the Sign - a Poem for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day Thirteen

 

        Sidewalk Closed 

"Sidewalk Closed," that's what the sign said 

No other words, there's just those two 

'Twas abrupt, a slap in the face 

A traffic jam in the morning 

Runners piling up, a big heap 

Like falling dominoes, pile grows 

One body upon another falling 

Straight line not one falls to the side 

Call the cops before someone's hurt 

Laughing because there's nothing else 

The sides are mud, a sticky mess 

Puddles too would get in their shoes 

Get up and turn back nothing else 

Nothing else to do--laugh it off 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day Thirteen, 

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirteen-10/

    not following the prompt today, I am reading signs from my car

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a "Tall Tail"? -- a poem for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day Twelve

 

      Jimmie Boy 

 

Jimmie Boy was born an orphan 

In the nursery for newborns 

He was saying Mama, Dadad 

As if he knew was supposed to 

Supposed to have like others 

Others had mothers to feed them 

Daddies to teach the alphabet 

Someone had told him right after 

Right after he was born without  

They'd been killed in car accident 

But 'twas no accident.  Careless 

The other guy had been drinking 

 

The nurse had told him right away 

Jimmie Boy was a fast learner 

Luck, fostered by geniuses 

In school, first grade when he was two 

That didn't work, he knew it all 

All they could teach so had home school 

Graduated when he was ten 

What could, no would, his future hold 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day Twelve, here

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twelve-12/ 

    where were presented with an optional prompt idea of writing a "Tall tale".   

    If my poem is tall enough, then I satisfied the prompt?  

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My Pen -- a Poem for Friday Writings #122, Link and for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day Eleven

        [click on pictures for lartger size viewing]

        

      Ode to My Pen 

My pen, you are a trusty bud 

You're always a ready helper  

Mostly write what you'd never 

never thought possible 

Like a note to mother, working a 

puzzle, stick behind my ear 

Plucked you out of a cup at the bank 

More there but you were the one I saw 

Kind of like love at the first sight 

Even the store with gobs of pens 

Stores have oodles of others to choose 

I know you friends at the bank have me  

Pretty, black with somber green 

Hanging out my front pocket always 

You write so smoothly with black ink 

Black to match your color, goes well 

The clip I let show, how proud I am 

The folks are envious, you are so special 

I lend you out to the Mrs. and others 

I watch every thing they write 

Making sure they give you back 

They like you too, ask for you always 

Kidnaper some are known 

Into their pockets they'd thrust, I won't let 

And when night falls you are the first 

First to brush your teeth, put up your hair 

A special spot on my little night chest top 

You guard my expensive watch and 

ever present chapstick, too draped in black 

Smart phone is always your last bud to show 

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked with Rommy at Friday Writings #122 at    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2024/04/friday-writings-122-comfort-reads.html?m=1

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day Eleven, at 

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-eleven-12/

 - On Day Nine NaPoWriMo had suggested writing an ode 'to an object'.  I had something else to write that day, but the idea sounded good.  I'm doing that prompt idea here tonight.  I don't write many odes but like them much.  Here goes . . . 

 - I am also linked with Bjorn with dVerse Open Link #360 at 

    https://dversepoets.com/2024/04/11/open-link-360-saturday-live-option/

 - Click here to see how others have written for Open Link  

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My Box -- NaPoWriMo Day Ten and dVerse Poetics

            [click picture for larger size viewing]

         My Box 

My box was once a shoe box 

I save boxes, this one is a keeper 

My box is large, the kind we all would like 

The box is made of strong cardboard 

This box had contained cowboy boots 

My box had waited to have a touch

T'would be by a rough and heavy hand 

My box was hurt, a clerk threw her away 

My box was rescued, rescued by me 

I feel my box has an affliction 

Towards me for bringing her home 

She likes to be near me when she can 

I keep my personal records with her 

Finance, travel, relationships, and the like 

Grocery shopping she loves, 

rides the cart like a small kid 

My box I gave her a name, Betty Jo   

Dressed her pretty with a coat of paint 

She sits on my writing desk 

Betty Jo likes to make the rhyme 

She has become a helper of mine 

We've grown really attached 

I wish she could talk 

Good night, polish box and go to bed  

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMO Day Ten 

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-ten-12/ 

 - I am also linked with Kim at dVerse Poetics, here 

    https://dversepoets.com/2024/04/09/a-box-of-poems/

 - Click here to read other writer's efforts with Kim's prompt

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What Can Plants Do? -- for Friday Writings #121 and for NaPoWriMo Day Five

A Plant Race

“Youth is the gift of nature, 

but age is a work of art.” 

said Stanislaw Jerzy Lec 

Saying can't apply to plants 

I'm showing you how right now 

To my backyard flowerings 

First, the youth hasn't a chance 

Gardener sprays with weeds 

Baby days they wilt and die 

Most of the rest try real hard 

Try really hard to bloom first 

Two left to race to the end 

After the freezes red roses 

bloomed few weeks after the freeze 

Oleanders not 'til months 

Race is on, what is there left 

Only the two are left that count 

Canna Lily and Irises 

Canna Lily won, two weeks 

Despite being cut to ground 

And rabbits chewing their ears 

Irises lived through the cold 

Alive and green they grew tall 

Second place and settle for pretties 

For writing age counts for naught 

The Irises were some from 

the landscape of former house 

Built 26 years ago    

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Magaly, host of Friday Writings # 121 at 

   https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1

 - Magaly has invited "us to write poetry or prose inspired by the following quote: 'Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art.' ~ Stanislaw Jerzy Lec" -- I used this saying for my first line  

 - The poem is also for NaPoWriMo Day 5 (National Poem Writing Month).  It seems with many other duties also, this year I will not be writing for every day of the month.  

 - NaPoWriMo is here, https://www.napowrimo.net/

 - NaPoWriMo Day Five is here, https://www.napowrimo.net/day-five-11/

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