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 2021 Day 23 -- Cross THE River

 [photo from Wikipedia - Park on the Rio Grande] 

In the late 50's, early 60's, I lived in a house on the 

right and rode my Vespa Motorscooter along the river 

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 "I am twenty, drifting in la chalupa, the blue boat painted with roses, white lilies . . . there was still the little boat, the chalupa you built once, slowly, in the yard, after school." Little Boat by Jean Valentine - 1934-2020 https://poets.org/poem/la-chalupa-boat 

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 The Little Boat 

Tuesday morning the boat was not crowded  

Though it would comfortably hold twelve 

It only had this little Mexican 

woman and a man with a big straw hat 

The woman was carrying grocery bags 

She stopped, kissed the ground, "U.S.A." 

She went in the general store, had coffee 

The man seemed to be seasonal, he left.

While the boat left and came back, woman shopped 

A family of five got on the boat and 

the father pulled the rope around, around 

Another couple boarded, he pulled not 

Out of sight they went, probably to homes 

But the boat was loaded when coming back 

Standing room only for the men. They came  

for TexMex day, BOGO, Buy One Get one 

Those were the days, no Customs Agents here 

No Border Patrol either, all that was 

done at the park gate by officials there 

We came, went, crossing on the Little Boat 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am also now linking this again, this time with Magaly, at The Writer's Pantry #81, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/08/writers-pantry-81-no-more-blogger.html .  And I am posting it there, LATE AGAIN.

 - I made a couple of changes and I'm linking it again on May 16, 2021, with Rosemary in The Writer's Pantry # 70,    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/05/writers-pantry-70-words-for-healing.html?m=1 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo, National Poem Writing Month,  Day 23, https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-three-7/

 -  There our challenge at the NaPoWriMo was "to write a poem that responds, in some way, to another. "  I chose the poem above by Jean Valentine, Little Boat.  It reminded me of the old days, 1970's when the Big Bend National Park was open to the fold from Mexico and we were free to go to Mexico to shop for Hispanic items that we could not get here.  Many visited relatives who were still living in Mexico.   

The small boat that went across the Rio Grande River was attached to a rope and above was the other side of the rope, to be pulled one way or the other to propel the boat across the river.  

 - I am attempting to write at least one poem a day for the National Poem Writing Month.  Today is Day 23 of the 30, you can see my progress here, NaPoWriMo 2021.

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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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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 

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NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 30 -- Our Short Ride to . . .

 
[photo of picture in Hill Country Houses book by Cindy Severson, page 10]

    Lover's Lane 

We're going out to Lover's Lane

Do what we are supposed to do 

Smooch a little and chat a lot 

Enjoy a couple of kisses 

Like days of old please lead me there 

Post Office Road past the office

Out of town come close and snuggle 

Cow pasture right, down Old Dirt Road 

Road's end by the creek, turn around 

The Moon and stars will be our guards 

Play our favorite CD real soft 

Kiss, close our eyes, we merge as one 

You've lead me well please lead some more  

More paths galore to explore  

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved   

 - I am linked with Magaly Guerrero at Writer's  Pantry #68, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/05/writers-pantry-68-get-caught-reading.html 

 - I am also linked with NaPoWriMo 2021Day 30, at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirty-7/ 

 -  http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/search/label/NaPoWriMo%202021 is the link, click on it, for viewing all of my NaPoWriMo writings.  Today, Day 30, is the last day until next year's April National Poetry Writing Month.

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 29 -- Cats are the Meow

  

Cat in the Window; cut this poem out, carry it in your pocket for National Pocket Poem Day, April 29, URL  

Been looking out my window 

This is my favorite perch 

Every day there's something new

Most enjoyed is sunning here 

While I do I see it all 

Golfers and lawn caretakers 

Critters of all kinds, squirrels, 

skunks, dogs looking in at me 

Snakes and lizards aplenty 

The birds I like, doves and hawks 

Hawks eat cats and small kittens 

They eat baby doves as well 

So that's why I like it here 

I'm sunning and staying clear  

Clear of the hawks and blue jays 

I would eat a baby bird 

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 - Poems and Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021 and 2007, (photo at http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2007/04/cat-whisperer-and-cat-in-window.html ) 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 29 at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-nine-7/ where we were asked to imagine looking in or looking out of a window in our writing.  My favorite cat will be looking out the window.  

 - On May 9, 2021, I linked it again, this time with Rommy in the Writer's Pantry #69 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/05/writers-pantry-69-i-am-not-throwing.html?m=1 

 - Here are a few of my blog posts of favorite cats, https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=cat .  I would loan one if you need for your writing illustration.  But I would want credit and a warning posted that it is copyright by me. 

 - http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/search/label/NaPoWriMo%202021 is the link for viewing all of my NaPoWriMo 2021 writings.

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NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 28 -- The Flock -- Weekly Scribblings

[My Photo]

Why get up; Rooster and Chickens and Me and You

Why get up when my rooster crows 

He's not crowing for me or you 

He's crowing for his flock, it's time 

Time for them to rise, rise and shine 

He knows early bird gets the worm 

Early to bed early to rise 

makes for healthy wealthy and wise 

Axioms he's learned and rules by 

Yes sure he's boss of the chickens 

But for me my boss is my wife 

She is still in bed and asleep 

[also my photo]

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked to NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 28, https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-eight-7/ , where we are prompted there for today to write question and answer poems.  You can find other's efforts there as well. 

 - I have also linked it to Rommy at the Weekly Scribblings #67, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/04/weekly-scribblings-67-liminal-space.html for the idea of liminal space.  I wrote this before I knew the prompt but I think Mrs. Jim (i.e. the writer's spouse) still in bed asleep is far removed from the wake up call of the rooster on his roost in the hen house.

 - This April I am again once a day writing "poems",  for the National Poetry Writing Month 2021.  To read my others click HERE.

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 27 -- Group Behavior

My 1955 Ford Crown Victoria (a 1:18 scale toy)

Twdt**; things we did then 

Things we bragged about way back then

Things we are sorry about now 

Things we never tell anyone 

Things, we could have been arrested 

Things I heard stars bragging about 

Things bad I heard them bragging on 

Things boldly carried through store doors 

Things, beer, for which  never they never paid 

Things obscene on tape bragged about 

Things dismissed vulgar locker room 

Things as boys or girls, might have done 

Things, shoplifting, initials carved 

Things serious, joy rides stolen 

Things, panty raids, girls college dorms 

Things, midnight swims at country clubs 

Things, Saturday nights street racing 

Things we shouldn't have ever done 

Things our friends did, WE DID NOT DO 

Things our consciences kept us from 

Things WE WOULD NEVER WANT TO DO 

Things I did or else wished I'd done

Things you did do or wished you'd done 

Things of youth glad we didn't do   

Things others did, some went to jail  

Things naughty or nice, 

we did or did not, 

'life goes on' 

**I also coined a new 'initialism', "Twdt"; things we did then.

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 - Poem copyright, Jimmiehov2021,  All rights reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day  27, https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-seven-7/ 

 - Recommended at the link above as an inspiration to write today,  "The Dictionary of Obscure Desires",    Perhaps, from there on page three, https://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/page/3 , but NOT used as I found it after my write, 

 -  kuebiko n. a state of exhaustion inspired by an act of senseless violence, which forces you to revise your image of what can happen in this world—mending the fences of your expectations, weeding out invasive truths, cultivating the perennial good that’s buried under the surface—before propping yourself up in the middle of it like an old scarecrow, who’s bursting at the seams but powerless to do anything but stand there and watch.   

 - And I am attempting to write at least one poem a day for the National Poem Writing Month. Today is Day 27 of the 30, you can see my progress here, NaPoWriMo 2021 . 

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 26 -- Chili Dog

[This is not a Chili Cheddar Cheese Dog, 

 it is a French Hot Dog, made in France.  

There the true sausage is stuffed inside 

a French Baguette cut to just over the 

length of the wiener/sausage] 

http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-kind-of-hot-dog-is-this.html

[to the tune of the Oscar Meyer Wiener Song]

I wish I were a Chili Cheddar Cheese Dog  

That is what I truly wish to be 

Cause if I were a Chili Cheddar Cheese Dog  

Everyone would want two or three

Oh everyone would get so fat  

Everyone would be Rolly Polly

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 - Poem is a Parody Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - The original song:

I wish I were an Oscar Meyer Wiener 

That is what I truly wish to be 

Cause if I were a Oscar Mayer Wiener

Everyone would be in love 

Oh everyone would be in love 

Everyone would be in love with me 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 26 (National Poem Writing Month) for the prompt idea, at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-six-7/ 

 - And I am attempting to write at least one poem a day for the National Poem Writing Month. Today is Day 26 of the 30, you can see my progress here, 

NaPoWriMo 2021 .

 - Instructions were, ". . . like to challenge you to write a parody. Besides being fun, writing parodies can be a great way to hone your poetic skills – particularly your sense of rhyme and sound, as you try to mimic the form of an existing poem while changing the content. Just find a poem – or a song – that has always annoyed you, and write an altered, silly version of it. Or, alternatively, find a poem with a very particular rhyme scheme or form, and use that scheme/form as the basis for a poem that mocks something else."

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 25 -- Her Life

An Occasional Poem, "a poem suited to, or written for, a particular occasion. This past January, lots of people who usually don’t encounter poetry got a dose when Amanda Gorman read a poem at President Biden’s inauguration. And then she followed it up with a poem at the Super Bowl (not traditionally an event associated with verse!) The poem you write can be for an occasion in the past or the future." (per prompt hint at NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 25, link) 

The Occasion for my write below was at Mother's funeral.

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When Mother went away 

When Mother went away that cold day 

We knew she had lived the perfect play 

From Act One all the way, Seventh Act 

Act One, her schooling, she Quarterbacked 

Mother could throw the ball a whole mile 

Each day teachers said for them a smile 

Act Two, her working and courting life 

Each beau or work task was for to die 

Memorized her lines though flexible 

Adlibbed to suit, she was so able 

Act Three, she married, chose perfect mate 

For special one she opened the gate 

Christian couple, they minded their God 

Lived Golden Rule, Neighbor Love not flawed  

 

Her kids Obeyed, their Father, Mother 

Just two she had, wished for another 

Special Act Four for them, boy and girl 

She taught them well their father was hell 

Act Five was Senior Citizen gowned  

In retirement she moved to town 

Grandmother supreme she lived her part 

Three girls and four boys were all so smart  

Act Six spent with doctors and nurses 

Making sure their lines were well rehearsed 

Hard things, transfusions, forgotten lines 

When the curtain was pulled, was her time 

Act Seven, blink of the eye, that's all 

That's all, the fastest journey, God called 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 25 (National Poem Writing Month) for the prompt idea, at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-five-7/  

 - And I am attempting to write at least one poem a day for the National Poem Writing Month. Today is Day 25 of the 30, you can see my progress here, NaPoWriMo 2021 .

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 24 - Wildflower

 

Sunday Morning

On the streets again 

where wild I grew up 

I've had my chances 

this day might be last 

My life has been blessed 

living in the cracks 

Sunday on the streets 

this my time to bloom 

Here I've been beat down 

nearly every day 

Can't help where seeds blow 

so here I was born 

That's where I must bloom 

no one dug me out 

Perhaps you will cut, 

put me in a vase 

 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo presented by Carrie Van Horn at the Sunday Muse #157,  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/08/future-muse.html?m=1 

 - I am also linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 24, https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-four-7/ 

 - I am attempting to write at least one poem a day for the National Poem Writing Month.  Today is Day 24 of the 30, you can see my progress here, NaPoWriMo 2021.

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NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 22 -- Earth Day

 

[This old Model A Ford Pickup was parked in our church parking lot one Sunday.  Don't know whose it was but I'd like to have one like it.]  

Earth Day

 

What does that mean to you 

Several years ago those words meant 

Get out the old pickup, 

we will pickup trash.

When we got it full 

We'd drive to the dump 

and then go for another load 

and maybe plant a tree

These to show our 

appreciation to 

Mother Nature, 

work to keep her pretty

Nowadays it's still plant a tree 

But there is more 

Like 

write your congressman 

sign your name to a petition 

charge your PayPal 

a hundred bucks 

or less to

the Sierra Bunch, 

get six friends to do 

the same,  

and then go plant the tree 

and get out the old pickup 

truck to pickup trash. 

These to keep our home, 

bodies, and planet 

habitable and 

looking 

nice 

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021 and 2016, All Rights Reserved (photo first at http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2016/08/my-survey-fridays-hunt-v206-f-is-for.html 

 - I am linked with the Writer's Pantry #67,    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/04/writers-pantry-67-ecolinguistics.html

 - I am also linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 22,      https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-two-7/

 - I am attempting to write at least one poem a day for the National Poem Writing Month.  Today is Day 22 of the 30, you can see my progress here, NaPoWriMo 2021. 

 - Write a poem using a Metonymy and I wanted to write also for the observance of "Earth Day" in my writing today.  Earth Day represents more than just a holiday.  It represents out of the ordinary  action that one doesn't ordinary do for the purpose of making and keeping our Earth the fine place it physically is.

 - Metonymy (/mɛˈtɒnəmi/)^[1] is a figure of speech in which a thing or concept is referred to by the name of something closely associated with that thing or concept.^{[2] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metonymy}

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 20 -- a Sijo form poem

           Creature of the night 

Lover boy stays out all night 

         while I cry here all alone waiting

Won't come home you stay and play 

          play pool with boys you knew before 

 I'm not here and the house is locked 

          you won't find me, Key is lost 

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked for prompt with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 20,     https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-8/ 

 - Our (optional) prompt for the day is to write a sijo. This is a traditional Korean poetic form. Like the haiku, it has three lines, but the lines are much longer. Typically, they are 14-16 syllables, and optimally each line will consist of two parts – like two sentences, or a sentence of two clauses divided by a comma. In terms of overall structure, a sijo functions like an abbreviated sonnet, in that the first line sets up an inquiry or discussion, the second line continues the discussion, and the third line resolves it with a “twist” or surprise.   I am following the model below, check out more of this "primer" here 

 - The first line is usually written in a 3-4-4-4 grouping pattern and states the theme of the poem, where a situation is generally introduced.

The second line is usually written in a 3-4-4-4 pattern (similar to the first) and is an elaboration of the first line's theme or situation (development).

The third line is divided into two sections. The first section, the counter-theme, is grouped as 3-5, while the second part, considered the conclusion of the poem, is written as 4-3. The counter-theme is called the 'twist,' which is usually a surprise in meaning, sound, or other device.

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 17 -- Moon Howling

 

Come Howl with Me 

The Moon is full tonight 

Watch it in the east as 

it rises big and bright 

Over the horizon 

Just as twilight begins 

Howling time begins when 

Comes the hour of Midnight 

The foxes and the wolves 

Give us a sendoff clue 

When it's just right for you  

Auool, auool, auool, auool 

My howling will never cease 

Howling until wolves do stop 

Followed by the foxes, 

Coyotes and dogs everywhere 

Do I grow fangs at midnight 

On their necks women to bite 

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 - Poem and bottom Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - Upper Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006, see link below to read. 

I'm linked with Magaly  Guerrero in the Writer's Pantry #66,   https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1 

 - I am also linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 17, https://www.napowrimo.net/day-seventeen-7/ -- from instruction prompt there, “Today, I’d like to challenge you to stop fighting the moon. Lean in. Accept the moon. The moon just wants what’s best for you and your poems. So yes – write a poem that is about, or that involves, the moon.“

 - The Lone Wolf has been in our family, since when I don't know, before I was born.  My sister, Lois (read of her), was always afraid of that wolf.  I have it now and just finished taking it's picture for you. 

 - My first Moon Howling blog post and with the above photo I wrote in , Tuscany, Italy, back in 2006.    https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-fair-to-howl-tonight-howl-with-me.html?m=1 and more of Tuscany,   https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=tuscany

   We had a five week holiday in Southern Europe.  Two weeks in Sicily, one week at the Amalfi coast and surrounding including Naples, another week in Province, France, and our last week in Tuscany.  

   The Sicily and Amalfi visit was with a tour company, the last two weeks we had a rental car from Milan and back to fly home. 

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NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 16 -- Let's Eat

Add Water; Soup for Supper 

 

Soup for supper

Mines a fixer-upper 

Start with the basics 

Gotta suit shrimp fanatics 

Add jumbo shrimp 

Frozen peas mustn't skimp 

Dash of chili 

It'll be right for me 

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 16,    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-sixteen-8/ 

 - a Skeltonic verse, read about this form at the Day 16 NaPoWriMo link above

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NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 15 -- Grandpa and Me; a little bit

Uncles, Grandpa, and Grandma

. From left to right: My Dad, Uncle Lester, Uncle Howard, Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Chester in 1940s photo taken at Grandpa's farm. The car was Dad's blue 1938 Ford Tudor Deluxe.

When I was growing up

When I was growing up, who of the family was I like 

Not my father for sure, mean to me and going his own way 

Mom and my grandmothers were the best 

perhaps I should have been like them 

But without desire my grandfather it turned out to be 

He chewed tobacco and dipped his snuff 

Never smoked that I knew 

He would take me for rides that my dad would 

never do, except for one time that I remember  

He talked to me like a kid, most remembered 

to me was his approach to a stop sign one day

He wasn't a poet, but out of the blue one day 

he recited "S T O P, stop take of panties" 

at a Stop Sign 

That may have been what the kids in his day 

were saying, but I never heard it again in my day

I will always remember his corny joke and sayings

In that I am just like he was 

Grandpa cussed and swore, I did that for a time, 

easy on the swearing as I cringe when I hear

taking the Lord's name in vane, 

today's "O M G" irks me each time I hear. 

Grandpa liked his beer, so did I way before I was 21 

Grandpa drove crazy, drove his tractor up a tree 

I like him, like to joke a little bit, 

telling jokes and quotes that may not be funny

I always said that I was grandpa's favorite 

Another cousin and I were the closest in many ways 

And it took a calm and loving wife to slow me down

(Somewhat) 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am participating in the National Poem Writing Month.  So far I have missed yesterday (you can kiss me on a Monday but never on a Sunday--old song) but will write two for one day soon.  See them at Labels: NaPoWriMo 2021.

 - Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov  2011 (http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2011/06/meet-cousins-six-word-saturday.html and http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2010/10/flashback-friday-15-my-boyhood-family.html , 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo (National Poem Writing Month) Day 15, https://www.napowrimo.net/day-fifteen-7/ , we were asked to write of a family member's traits and habits that we acquired, father in mind.  You have seen that "father" didn't work for me. 

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 14 - They're Back

Our little friends 

Our little friends are back 

They announced their arrival 

to their nest vacant since last fall 

Under the eaves between 

our front porch and the garage 

Mama announced their presence 

Clucking to me 

like she'd laid an egg  

while I was in the drive 

getting the Sunday paper 

Our sixth year living here 

Each year they've come  

To raise a new family 

Another generation

And in the fall they'll leave 

Again to winter in

Mexico where its warmer 

Little love birds have returned 

I'd like to think that these doves are 

the the ones here last year 

Their long flight across the Gulf 

They flew by instinct 

Across the waters to us 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov, 2019, Previously used for Birds, Fish, and their Sharing,  (http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2019/03/birds-fish-and-their-sharing-poem.html )

 - I'm linked with Rommy for the Weekly Scribbles #65,    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/04/weekly-scribblings-65-bird-is-word.html?m=1 

 - And also linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 14, https://www.napowrimo.net/day-fourteen-8/ 

 - I am participating in the National Poem Writing Month.  So far I have missed yesterday (you can kiss me on a Monday but never on a Sunday--old song) but will write two for one day soon.  See them at Labels: NaPoWriMo 2021.