Play time remembered -- -- a Poem for dVerse Poetics

I let Adi (aka Duke for this poem) pick our route. 

She likes the au naturel places

  A Place and a Space 

A place I still remember 

it's often in my mind 

A place where me and my 

dog could come and play 

A place where I could hide 

hide from folks and worry 

The place remains, there still 

the place where rabbits play 

But I no longer can go 

nor the dog, she's long dead 

The space is there as well 

we just don't go there either 

The space is a long long hill 

a place to sled when there's snow 

The space is in pasture land 

a place to ride my horse 

The space is smooth with hay grass 

a space to ride full gallop 

A place for small boys to come 

down the hill a long walk 

A place of solace for one 

 he and the dog can play 

Smoke a cigarette without 

adults telling no no 

A place to invite sister 

let the sister smoke one 

One cigarette made her sick 

she swore off smokes for life 

A swell place to get naked 

where no one else can see 

A place with water to wade 

barefoot pants rolled or off 

A place to slice down the banks 

dust clouds followed like smoke 

A place, wade through the tunnel 

'neath the road to neighbor's lake 

School program now, Santa said 

"I saw you down by my lake 

At a place seen, should not play 

caught, Santa belief left  

A place now here to tell, end 

end with the old Buick 

A place where half in buried

dirt, that car I could drive 

Buick, rusted sides, no top 

wooden steering wheel gone 

A place, Duke my dog and I 

drove all over the world 

The place is there still, alone 

only rabbits go there now 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm am linked with Ingrid

 at dVerse Poetics,    

    Poetics: Poetry of Place and Space | dVerse (dversepoets.com)    

Notes:

 - Ingrid has asked, "I urge you to write the poetry of the places and/or spaces which inspire you the most. It does not have to be natural scenery: choose a cityscape or even a cinema or shopping mall if you prefer. I simply want to know how place and space move you, and which places and spaces mean the most to you." 

 - This may be the last of having Ingrid to host with her such great ideas as her work is going to be more demanding of her time.  We will miss her.  

 - To read other's writings, click here 

Sunday Muse -- My Love

     Unlike the Cats 

Kitten*, you've nine lives seven yet to spare 

I don't count my lives instead I count loves 

So far I've had three sweet and romantic 

For a moment, Kitten, I'll tell you those 

"Burning Love" Art by Diggie Vitt

My first love we "set the woods on fire" *

Our burning flames "couldn't get much higher" *

Fires can't burn forever even love's 

And when those burning  flames went out we crashed 

By Ralf Czekalla & Art 

Came a love flooded with admiration 

She loved my uniform called me flyer 

Flew up the hills down into the valleys 

Love dripping from the sky falling on us 

Degreed and holding good jobs met at work 

Cubicles abutting played footsie 'neath 

Peers called us "love birds with spouses at home" 

That world came crashing down sunk in the mire 

"Waiting for Better Days" by Matthias-Haker 

Kitten*, I know better days soon will come 

I like you a lot might they be with you 

* Notes: (1) "Light my Fire" by the Doors, (click Listen/Lyrics also ?)

             (2)  "Kitten" use here is as a term of affection

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - Prompt Photos courtesy of Carrie at The Sunday Muse #198,  

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/02/sunday-muse-198.html?m=1 

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Ninth LIfe Poetry

My Tale of My Tail;
Cat with Nine Lives

There once was a cat who really did have nine lives
Grateful cuss, each death's new life credited a friend

Then one day, life of eight, his earthly time 'bout up
Before he was looking forward to happy times

But come life number nine he began counting down
Down to the very end, day there would be no more
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright © 2007 and 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Bang, You're Dead,   http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/07/fireblossom-friday-bang-youre-dead.html

 - I'm also linked with Burned Food Dude at http://www.bfdude.com/?p=8864 who sponsors Feline Friday there. Sandee at Comedy Plus is his helper and also shows her cat selection at https://comedyplus.blogspot.com/2017/07/feline-friday_14.html

Notes: 
 1. Fireblossom want us to write our last message with death looming.
 2. The Cat is our daughter's "Amber".  Amber stayed with us for her last life which ended sometime during her 19th year on earth.  Amber was a rescue cat who led a good life. Picture from my other blog, http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2007/04/cat-whisperer-and-cat-in-window.html
 3. I have blogged about having nine lives and nine near deaths before, on January 6, 2006 ( http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-nine-lives-or-my-near-death.html ).
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