The Day Cometh - a Poem for Friday Writings and dVerse Poetics

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The Boating Decision 

I remember the day 

The day I said goodbye 

That day I sailed away 

The day I made you cry  

My ship I hopped aboard 

Been calling me to come 

For wages room and board 

Would nine months be my home 

Swabbing decks cleaning rooms 

Drinks were free food was good 

Keeping busy time zoomed 

Happy not, bad were moods 

Payday came hopped the boat  

Ship work is not my thing 

Coming near, near your home 

Hear the bell, be my ring  

Know now I should be here 

Have you close cozy near 

Bad mistake 

Please be home 

A Landlubbers Envy

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights  Reserved 

 - Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2015 [URL] taken by me at the Little Venus Canal Boat Show which is held annually at Westminster, London, U.K.

 - I am linked with Rommy for hosting Friday Writings #113  at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1

   She offered su an optional prompt posted at the end of these notes.  I chose to post this one instead.

 - I'm also linked with Merril at dVerse Poetics here, for her prompt for this poem 

   https://dversepoets.com/2024/02/06/poetics-sail-into-a-poem/ 

   for the prompt subject and word to use, "ship or boat"

 - Click here to read other dVerse writers' works for the prompt 

 - Rommy has invited "us to write poetry or prose about our favorite modern convenience or invention."

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One single impression: Gift -- and a Poem for Friday Writings

Why;The Gift

Daddy whadja bring me
don' see no big sack
postcards wine yellow cheese
whaja bring me back

Ya know I've been so good
a toy maybe two
cuddly bear an' a doll
really one will do

Puzzle game or some beads
boy's toys play in dirt
Daddy whadja bring me
Oh—pretty t-shirt

Thank you lots 

but 

Why, a shirt like that 

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Poem Copyright

© 2008 and 2023  Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

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Tag for more poems: One Single Impression October 26, 2008 

Prompted today by (thank you) My Bellavia

Tag: Jim's OSI 

and now on Friday October 20, 2023, with the change of the last verse with six more words, "but '. . . ", and the word, "Why" added to the tittle, 

I am linked with Rosemary for the Friday Writings #99 at 

    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 

Rosemary asked us to us"‘Why – ?’ and fill in the blank, then write to your title question" 

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Said, Done, Butchered ~~ a Poem for Friday Writings

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Errant Cow

                      Well I've said it now 

                      Laid food for the cow 

                      Said what I know how 

                      But it isn't done 

                      Yes I've had my fun 

                      Still cow needs a pun 

                      A tasty wry curd 

                      You can say the word 

                      Make queen of the herd 

                      Not good telling puns 

                      (The finishing touch)                                   Butchered every one 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2007 [July 10, 2007] and 2023 Respectively, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Rommy at the Friday Writings #83, at  

     https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/

 - Rommy says, “the phrase is ‘the finishing touch’. Write something inspired by it.” 

 - In Ireland; this is an Irish cow, a white face Herford, the rest of the herd were running along the fence 

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Fools? -- Poem, a Write for Friday Writings

  

             We the Farmers; Foolish Pair  

            Having killed our goose to eat 

            Goose that laid the golden egg 

            And eaten rest of our flock 

            Farmer boy, got city job 

            My wife was cleaning houses 

            Wages pooled we'd buy new flock 

            Hoping to train the new geese 

            More who would lay golden eggs 

            We would be rich like the kings 

            Spent money on geese, goose things 

            Geese ate well happy and sleek 

            Worked hard for our goal to meet 

            (Died poor all for golden dream)  

            (Golden eggs are never real)

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved (photo is of "Bing" search for "Goose That Laid the Golden Eggs")

 - I am linked with Rosemary for the Friday Writings #75  at            https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1

 - Rosemary has asked us to "take a well-known myth or fable and write as one of the main characters (not necessarily retelling their story so much as inhabiting their skin)."

 - Read some of the Aesop's Fables at this URL,  

   https://interestingliterature.com/2021/09/best-aesop-fables-summaries/ 

 - The original Aesop's tale of the Golden Goose should be there 

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Weeds of My Path -- a Poem for dVerse, Poetics (every Tuesday)

Growing wild in this pot, I did not plant these 

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Weeds are traditionally wrong 

growing places they don't belong 

Cornstalk in the bean field grows high

Traditional thorn in the thigh 

I picked this clump of clovers beside the sidewalk 

leading to downtown Killarney, Ireland.

Weeds are pretty in their own way 

Four leaf clover in the walkway 

Or petaled blossom from the wild 

An abandoned orphan poor child 

You're my weed forever ever 

I vowed, promised leave you never 

Placed in a crack here by my side 

I'll love you always, precious bride 

My one flower with the clovers

As we pick the weedy flower 

You're one only of your dower 

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with sarahsouthwest at dVerse, Weeds Rule, as today we write for National Weed Day, at least in the U.S and in the  U.K. where Sarah is planted, at   

    https://dversepoets.com/2023/03/28/weeds-rule-ok/  

 - Click here to read of a lot more poetry concerning "Weeds" today 

 - Click here, Flowers to read some of my flower posts on this blogs, here for Weeds posts 

    I do like flowers, there are quite a few on my blog, some the other blog also.  And a few Weeds.  The flower pictures above are from those posts.  

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Man with the Keys -- a Write for the Sunday Muse

On my way 

I'm flying my way to eternity

God furnished this silver beast of the sea 

I'm passing over where I had used to live 

Now high in the sky not allowed to dive 

That means there really is no turning back 

Peered into my tube those behind I see 

Distant relatives not waving at me 

They've decided to stay and not to go 

Another winter stay--play in the snow 

Fearful and masked for them it's too late now 

Some are trying to come up anyhow 

Their future I don't know--for sure they'll bow 

They've waded in the pond to have a dip 

Saw sister doing--saw sense not a bit 

Friend Peter at the door--he has the key 

Others struggling like scare crows they can't move 

Stuck in the ground to ride their earthly poles 

Wings won't fly that way--only to the east  

Their need like sister's silver flying beast 

Stuck tied to the ground will never get loose 

Comes the new dawn skyscrapers turn to trees 

The forest gives those with a light the creeps 

Worms are scurrying underground to hide 

Wait until dawn try the problem to find 

Darkness--Moon, Sun, and shining light go out 

All doors are locked there's no way to go up 

Masses crowd into the hall--push and shove 

Safety inside? This isn't really right 

Outside there seems to be no help or light 

Friend Peter minds the door--he has the key 

Tombstones fallen and graves to fill 

Emptied by beasts--they've silver wings and gills 

We're going to Peter, man with the keys 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - Pictures and Photo furnished by Carrie Van Horn for our inspiration at the Sunday Muse #247,  

     https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2023/02/sunday-muse-247.html 

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Queen's Mouse - a "Talk with a Stranger Cat"

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Cat, Mouse, Queen, and Me; a Two Cat Talk 

(Scene:  Two cats at the Queen's chair, Cat and Me)

(Me to Cat, a stranger cat)

I think I saw a puddy cat 

I did I did, a cat 

Here kitty here 

Don't lay and leer 

I did I did a cat 

You're lying there 'neath the Queen's chair 

Here's a small mouse for you 

Here come to me 

Something to eat 

Here's a small mouse for you 

You need not be a dainty cat 

Come quick before it wakes 

This mouse won't last 

Eat up eat fast 

Come quick before it wakes 

Small mouse my queen's present for you 

She knows these bites you'll like 

Tear it apart 

Big cat you are 

She knows these bites you'll like 

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A Notice:  Now that Thanksgiving has past I am posting my first Christmas Tree on my Christmas Tree Farm blog.  See it at 

https://jimmiehov7.blogspot.com/ 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022 

 - I'm linked with the Friday Writings # 54 at 

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

 - The cat is a Blue Russian belonging to our daughter.  

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Sunday Meal-- NaPoWriMo Day 27

We went out to eat last Sunday 

Money in pocket we could pay 

Pocket money pay our waitress 

Tip money too, buy her a dress 

Now pretty dresses cost a lot 

We wished to see the one she'd bought 

Tip money she'd got, happy girl 

Showed dress to us gave it a whirl 

Wife wore Pearl's came to eat again 

She'd spent all her money on them 

Like good men shared my meal with her 

To save the day and save her fur 

Money in pocket we can pay 

We can go to eat next  Sunday 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 27 for writing prompt and to post my poem, https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-seven-8/ 

 - The prompt was to write a Duplex Poem, a variation of the Sonnet 

 - The photo is of half my plate last Sunday, Mrs. Jim's was the same as I shared the other half with her.  We had a Shrimp Poboy, French fries, and Diet Cokes at our "Fish City" restaurant .

"With 10,000 restaurants representing cuisine from more than 70 countries and American regions, Houston's restaurant scene is as ethnically diverse as its more than 6-million residents. With so many options, it's not surprising that visitors leave the city with plenty of good things to say about dining in Houston." 

https://www.visithoustontexas.com/restaurants-and-bars/restaurants-and-eateries/ 

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Breakfast in Bed - NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Four

       Beans and Bread 

"Beans and bread" I've  heard that said 

Not joking at all that's what they said 

Breakfast for Brits in my head 

Pinching pennies they and still well fed 

When quarantined for ten days 

By my door several times on my plate 

Fare for the poor what I got  

Embellished by sausage 

 and some fruit 

Food for me and prompt fit for poets *

       [a screen print of Google Maps

Portsmouth is 61 miles south of London]

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

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2022 today where asking for a "Prompt Poem" at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-10/ 

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 -  * Note:  While on a Transatlantic cruise starting March 12 Mrs. Jim and I contracted COVID-19.  We'd had our shots and a booster so our sickness was mild.  When our cruise was finished and docked at Southampton, U.K, we were whisked off the ship to a motel in Portsmouth to finish our ten-day quarantine requirement.   

The breakfasts were good, beans, sausage, the croissant and some times scrambled egg was of my choosing. We are home now, today, in Katy, Texas. 

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Friday Writings - Spine Poem plus

 

Rock, paper, tiger 

Silver Anniversary 

Humpty Dumpty was pushed 

(my spine poem/senryu)

(I was overhearing their talk:)

I think it's just terrible 

Dastardly deed--purposely 

So cute poor fat little man 

(student with white shirt) 

Every way accessible 

Sat on his wall reaching all 

Long office hours he kept 

(student with shoes that don't match)

Clever and very wise too 

Physics 102 project 

Broken eggs back together 

(with white shirt) 

Let us go back to the lab 

Make Dr. Dumpty famous 

(student with black shirt) 

Then we'll teach him--Balancing 

(in unison)

( Now I've heard it all!!)

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Magaly at Friday Writings #10,  

 https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/search/label/Friday%20Writings

 - Magaly invited us to "create poetry or prose inspired by a conversation we’ve overheard." 

 - I left my position as an Aerospace Engineer at NASA Houston in 1980 for a second career as a Business Professor at San Jacinto College, a large two-year community college in the East Houston area. 

 - After every class I would move to the front of my desk, move the lectern out of the way, and sit on the desk as my students passed by.  Some would stop to discuss a point we covered in the lesson, maybe give a real-life example that fit, or make an office visit appointment, and so on.

 - Various times in my life I have felt folks were placing me in an older order.  My classes were no exception, starting after teaching maybe fifteen years, many of the female students began patting my legs as they passed.

 - I was well liked by the students even though I made them work hard for a good grade.  Fine with other faculty too.  But I was forced to retire due to health reasons (from which I've recovered).  

 - My working life had phases, three years working in an Elgin watch factory, five years in the U.S. Army, 19 years with Aerospace, and 22 years at San Jacinto College.   I retired in 2001, Mrs. Jim was ahead of me, she retired in 1999.

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Friday Writings - Pain is . . .

 Edith 

 

Edith was a girl we all liked 

She has loved chocolate all her life 

A girl who didn't hesitate 

Who always your last bite she ate 

Edith was a girl all were proud 

Mom Dad most,  Grandparents count 

She didn't cuss or kiss the boys 

And helped the little kids play toys 

That was Edith we remember 

To college she went, goodbye her 

Pleasant and eager the school's gain 

Sadly our loss has been our pain 

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Pains in your life can come and go and some are here to stay.  They seem to vary in intensity with age, cause and treatment. 

Let me tell you of one of the pains in my life.  After your read you may have guessed more but I think not. 

     An Acrostic:  

PAIN IN THE BUTT 

P ain in the butt 

A lways it hurts 

I s hard to soothe 

N ever pleasant 

I 'm embarrassed 

N o way I tell 

T elling's stupid 

H ere's to silence 

E ver a day 

B ackside is red 

U nder side too 

T elltale bruises 

T hat kick did leave 

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When I was around twelve years old a work horse of Dad's kicked me in the back.  Doctor L. made a house call and had me lay on my stomach for a week.  It was terrible pain. 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - Suggested prompt by Magaly of the Friday Writings team, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/search/label/Friday%20Writings?m=1 

 - Magaly would like us to write poetry or prose that explores pain. 

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Sunday Muse - Neighbor Dreaming

 

   The girl next ... 

The girl next door 

Always in my dreams 

Face to behold 

Beauty beyond means 

Beauty's skin deep 

I've always been told 

But in this dream 

Ugliness unfolds 

Body's the same 

Pretty face as well 

There's something wrong 

Makeup's cast a spell 

Black and pale white 

Colors of her choice 

I pinch myself 

Her picks I've no voice 

Awake I know 

Female at play 

Grisly gruesome 

Halloween's today 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - For this inspirational photo I'm linked with Fireblossom at The Sunday Muse #182, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/10/sunday-muse-182.html?m=1  

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Sunday Muse - Jack and Jill

THE HEAVY:

    The Deed 

What 

What have we done 

A moment, an hour 

A time we will always remember 

Tender memories not to be forgotten 

Even if the shame must remain 

All is stored in our hearts

Stored for savoring 

and 

 THE LIGHT:

    The Pills 

Jack and Jill sat on a wall 

Jill fell off and broke her toe 

Along came Mr. Devil 

Here to rescue, Doctor Doe 

Doctor doctor help me please 

Glued the toe gave her some pills 

Don't eat these, make you a tease 

She slipped Jack one, ease your ills 

Jack jumped down came on strong 

Jill tease to be was surprised 

Oh Jack I've waited so long 

Now I've found the best of guys 

Came Mr. Devil again 

Pay up, Doc Doe's pill bargain 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - See Carrie's prompt photo for The Sunday Muse # 175,  at  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/08/the-sunday-muse-175.html?m=1 

 - stored also in The Writer's Pantry with Rosemary at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/08/writers-pantry-85-things-to-remember-if.html?m=1

Sunday Muse - Meditations

 

   Walking Home 

My sales went well today 

I can hardly wait to hear 

Mama's good words to say 

They warm my heart please my ears 

Even Mr. Fiesty sold, 

My yellow canary friend 

Woke us up on mornings cold 

Sad this way it has to end 

Family will eat today 

Mama takes from the money 

Markets, venders, food she pays 

Laugh and eat still funny dressed 

Someday when money's mine 

I'll buy Mr. Fiesty back 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo prompt from Carrie at The Sunday Muse #172, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/08/the-sunday-muse-172.html?m=1 

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