Saturday, April 27, 2024

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 
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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Sunday, April 21, 2024

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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Wednesday, April 03, 2024

a Poem for NaPoWri Day three

   The New Lawyer

"New lawyer" left his job 
Twas Senior Aerospace 
Engineer at NASA 

Got a Professor job 
Teaching college students 
Business Law One and Two 

He would be Doctor now
Doctor Jim his title 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo Day Three
 - Inspiration from a Frank K prose piece, "The New Lawyer", 
 - This is me, Doctor Jim Retired.    Being retired from the teaching job I can keep that title. Regular attorneys have the Juris Doctorate but can't use the Doctor title.
    I also taught a Small Business Management course and sometimes an Introduction to Business class. 
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Tuesday, March 26, 2024

My Building - a Poem for dVerse Poetics


[click on picture for larger viewing -- our grade school, I am the boy in back]

    image 

imagine you're driving today 
you come upon small farmstead 
a red barn and red granary 
all the other buildings are white 
 
all them except one small hut 
and that one looks standing only 
a one-holer with room for one 
one can sit or stand person's choice 

sears catalog rests on the seat 
pages missing, quite a few gone 
gone for wiping then down the hole 
stinks for heaven eeks up that hole 
  
we drive down the road a short way 
another clump of white buildings 
four we see and one more red brick 
one fairly large, one half its size 
 
those were in the middle of all  
two more were way back, lot is large 
one of the small rests on the right 
identical, left back corner 
 
those two also smell very bad 
sears catalogs between holes 
these are two-holers, don't know why 
left house for boys, right is the girl's 
 
long walk from either sits three more 
large right in the middle of all 
one on the right is the wood shed 
corn cobs too for starting the stove 

at recess kids play games of tag 
called "anti I over", "here I come" 
'It' throws the ball over the top 
tries to catch one from other side 

kids run to the opposite side 
try to get there before they're tagged 
who gets caught will be the new 'It' 
none will tire until classes start 

recess in winter is outside 
especially good with fresh snow 
that's time for playing 'fox and goose' 
another tag game, paths in snow 

my main attraction was the large 
large white's room, dozens student desks 
rows on rows, sort by student size 
the first graders are front and right 

heating wood stove in mid front row 
no air conditioning, windows all open 
student recital bench in front 
in front of students and the stove 

teacher's desk in the very front 
ask questions, listen kids recite 
watch the students for their raised hands 
one or two fingers, toilet needs 

up in front of all were blackboards 
chalk boards were all across the front 
teachers using them to explain 
and students showing math work 

only door was the one in back 
entrance to the mudroom comes first 
full of boots, caps, gloves, and jackets 
squeaky door separates classroom  
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List of some things not told in poem
Teachers boarded at the farm house 
Room and board, she came every day 
Red brick building, steps, storm cellar 

Flag pole sits beside the red brick 
Initials and names carved on desks 
Our school was small, grades one through eight 
I was alone, grades three through eight 
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024 for Poem, xxx for Photo, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Kim at dVerse Poetics,
    https://dversepoets.com/2024/03/26/buildings/
    where Kim asked us to use "Building" as a writing prompt 
 - Click here to read other's writing
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Friday, January 19, 2024

Learning outside the school building -- a Poem for Friday Writings

[please click on the picture to make it a bit larger -- I am the boy in back]

Rommy has invited us to write about an obscure bit of knowledge that fascinates us. 
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The Storm; Rain, Hail, and Tornado


A scary day that ended in 

this little boy not scared at all 

He wasn't scared of the mean storm 

The rain, the hail, a tornado 


Appeared in school uninvited

Came knocking at our only door 

One room one door OSHA would care 

A student's dad and he did care 


The other kid in my grade's dad 

Came to get we kids to the cave 

Storm cave, one that gives memories 

of things our teacher might not like


He quickly informed the teacher

Her first inkling of this danger

The two of them ushered the kids

We quickly went, a scary trip


The dad was letting us all look

We'd stand up the stairs in the door

He would show us the cone move

Across the landscape mile away


It passed and we played with the hail

Baseball size across our green lawn

One I chose had a dark blemish

It seemed to be a piece of junk


Looking closer I found treasure

Kids treasure, a gear from a clock

How it got there we all wondered

Been fascinated by that still

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185 words not counting the title 

 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2010 (URL) and 2024 Respectively, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Rommy at the Friday Writings #110https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 
 - Rommy has invited us to write about an obscure bit of knowledge that fascinates us. I knew nothing about the power and cunningness of a Hailstorm until this episode of my life.  Now I have a real-time example to tell.  
 - Note: In the picture above, I was the boy in the rear. My cousin, John, on the right front was the other boy. My sister, Lois, was on the front left and another cousin, Ione, was to her right. Lois was probably in the second grade as she started school when she was four. That would put me in the sixth grade.  During my grade school there were generally four cousins.  
 - Click on the picture to make a larger view.
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Friday, April 28, 2023

"Learning How to Study" prose for Friday Writings

[click on picture for larger viewing -- our grade school, I am the boy in back]

I learned the hard way how to pay attention when a speaker is trying to make a point that we should know and learn.

Pay attention to the teacher, read the book, take notes!! I grew up on a farm and didn't plan on going to college. Probably do something related to agriculture after high school graduation. 

That all changed when a brownish post card came in the mail. It was from the University of Nebraska saying that I had been awarded a Regents Scholarship for five eights of my tuition, $50 a semester for four years.  

The kicker was that I must keep at least a "C" average to keep it. My grades slipped down; I decided that I must drop out so that some day I could get back in school later if I decided to. 

Later I was drafted into the Army, in my third year I opted a forty-three-week school.  It was for the maintenance and operation of a NIKE Hercules Missile Control Systems.   Three different radars and a van full of computers and consoles. I graduated third in my class of forty-some GIs.  Two officers had better grades; maybe I wasn't really "Dumb".

Towards the beginning an instructor taught me how to study.  Start with taking notes of the material being presented and from the books, then study the notes by reducing them to fundamentals, like an expanded outline.  Review these new pages and study to master items that give trouble.  Finally review before exams. An added benefit of taking notes is using another sense, of seeing what was being said, to that of hearing. 

I realized that since I needn't study in high school to make good grades, but in college I surely did. Seven years later I went back to college and after twenty more years I finished school with three degrees. 

Then I began teaching college and stayed twenty-two years until I retired. In my classes' beginnings when I found students not taking notes I'd tell them this story I've just told you. 

Worked for me, pay attention to the teacher, read the book, take notes and study them. I'm still doing that, even for church sermons. Two senses.
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 - Photo and Prose Writing  Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Magaly Guerrero for her Friday Writings #74 at  
 - Magaly's optional prompt is "all about the act of paying attention." in 369 or less words, I have exactly 367.  
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Friday, April 14, 2023

April -- NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 14 -- and Kilmer's Tree -- a Poem for Friday Writings

  "Horse Apple Tree" -- Copyright Jimmiehov 2006
                [Click photo to enlarge]            

        Teacher's Way

Teacher said, write a poem due Friday 
So I wrote my heart out that evening
Didn't tell my mom, no help wanted    

I used most all I'd learned in Grammar 
Knew not poetry writing was taught 
Mine showing sentences diagrammed  

That wasn't how the teacher wanted 
She liked nursery rhymes and songs to sing 
Monday morning we compared to trees 

Learned of Joyce Kilmer--tree was a poem 
Learned, grammar is nothing like a tree 
Learned poetry is more fun to write 

Learned "I think I shall never see a Poem ... " 
Learned, I think, how to use 'Metaphors" 
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006 and 2018 (photo) and 2023 (poem) Respectively,  All Rights Reserved 
 - Photo was previously posted Sunday, August 06, 2006 (Adi and Jonah's trees)
 - And January 18, 2018 (Plant a Tree for Grandmother) 

 - I am linked with Rosemary at the Friday Writings #72,     
 - Rosemary has invited us to write about writing: either write a poem about writing poetry, or tell us a story about story-telling 
 -  I am also linked with Day Fourteen, NaPoWriMo, where we were instructed to write a Parady or Satire of a Famous Sonnet Poem, As you can see, I did not follow this prompt instruction which is optional, but I did use a famous poem to ???

 - "0⁰"     How did I get this "0⁰"?  
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Saturday, September 10, 2022

Table Games - a Poem for Sunday Muse

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We are flying our home flag today for her
U.S. America is flying our flags half mast in tribute to Queen Elizabeth III 
  
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A Lagniappe #1:  Our friends from Towcester, Northamptonshire, England,
[our flag]
 invited us to watch with them for the passing of Queen Elizabeth on her way to open Parliament.  "We didn't see the little mouse but we did see the Queen
 I tell people that she waved to me.  She was in her carriage on her way to address Parliament on their opening day.   Just our luck, I had brought my camera but wouldn't you know on this particular day I left the battery at the flat in its charger. 
"So this picture I did not take but rather it is a British press release photo which I photographed with my camera. . . " (Read more and see more of our London of Spring 2012 holiday here.
Note:  We also saw her, coming out in her Land Rover from the Balmoral Castle, we were going in and so we pulled to the side while she was passing us.   Mrs. Jim and I liked her a lot, as many times as we have been to the U.K., she seemed to us as our Queen also.  May she RIP.
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     Playing Chess 

He played in the light 
but near the shadow 
Mentor staying close 
Standing close watching, 
or in player's mind 
He had taught him well   

Mentor city champ, 
his student was good 
Could beat his mentor, 
one of three games 
Sophomore in college 
A senior in chess 

Skipping class for chess 
Studied not, dropped out 

Note:  That student was me, the author here.  Finally after eleven years I went back to college, night school.  Eleven more years in 1975 I graduated with three degrees.  I haven't played even ten games of chess since my dropout. I do plan to play again when I go into assisted living.  I've been retired 21 years now. 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022 , All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Carrie for the Photo Prompt, at the Sunday Muse #227,  
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Friday, June 10, 2022

Writing - Books, Author Tutors, My Life


"Liberating and emboldening the beginning writer are the goals of Ted Kooser and Steve Cox in this spirited book of practical wisdom ..." Ted Kooser.net 
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 Your Readers 

Write for your readers 
 I was admonished 
That's a lesson learned 
  from friend Ted Kooser 

"The Poetry Home 
   Repair Manual," 
Used book on my shelf 
  An internet find 

A beginner's book 
 Rhyme and meter start 
What stuck in my gut, 
 "Write for your readers." 

A 'feel' to be learned 
 Feedback gotten tells 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 
 - Rosemary today has asked us to write something inspired by a favorite book or books for Friday Writings #30: Beloved Books

 - I reached "Prose Poetry" but didn't finish that chapter.  And so now I feel insufficient in attempting those.  And I have misplaced the book.

 - My next endeavor may be learning to play the guitar "for my readers".
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Friday, April 29, 2022

The Spoon -- NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 29


Born with, Good and Gooey

No silver spoon was I born with 
True, not even a stainless spoon 
Plastic hadn't been invented 
We were poor wasn't everyone 

"Things" didn't have sure woulda liked 
Electric train and others big 
But had the "little things" boys need 
Pocket knife, barrow wheel to push 

We were poor but plenty of love 
Things children need money can't buy 
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 21xx, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo Day 29 for the prompt push, https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-nine-8/ 
- I am also linked with Rosemary at her hosting's today of Friday Writings #24.  Congratulations, Rosemary, on your latest writing achievement.
 - Photo is my Fifth Grade school picture.  Eight in school, four of us were cousins.  Can you find me?
 - The prompt was to write a poem in which you muse on the gifts you received at birth — My gift, it really was, was being in a poor family.  A two bedroom, four room house called for sister to have the second, I slept on the front porch without heat or AC, all Nebraska seasons.  My grandfather and Dad closed it in with storm windows. 
 - Photo,  I was the boy in back, sister was front by our teacher.
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Tuesday, March 01, 2022

Word Garden -- We Meet Again



    "At the corner;
   'Lover's Walk' ends and 
      'Abbey Road' begins"
           Photo by Jimmiehov 2011 

  Cherish 

Cherish the bright butterflies 
What you've learned here you'll forget 
Roses red and violets blue 
Secrets of mine won't tell you 

Cherish follies went again 
Eighth grade teach remembered us 
Poetry we didn't learn 
Idiots us we forgot 

Cherish her in's, teacher still 
Down from her pole poems mouthed 
Like stricken swans we learned then  
Appreciated her verse 

Cherish this day we saw teach 
Secrets of mine I'll tell you 
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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022 and 2011, All Rights Reserved (Photo first posted 2011 here, 
 - I'm linked with Shay in her Word Garden with her list #15 at http://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2022/02/poet.html?m=1
 - Word Garden Word list 
 #15 (Millay) 
     ail annotation blossoms 
     bright butterflies cherish 
     dreadful ebb ferry 
     follies forget idiot 
     lily lovely margin 
     quarrel rhododendron   
     stricken swans winter 

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Friday, November 12, 2021

Friday Write - High School Stuff

[Our new Badge for our "Friday Writings" entries.  Designed by Magaly]

  English 10 


English 10 for my senior year 

Tenth grade teacher ordered wrong books 

My grade twelve I sat with sophomores 

Intense grammar, composition 


First year for teaching 

was "Miss P"  

I was her pet, suited me fine 

What I remembered wasn't much,  

"if I chewed gum then give her some" 


Infatuation was not shown 

Four years older than me her pet 

But did I learn what I was taught

College Comp 1 and 2--comped out 

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 - Prose Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021. All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Rommy for the inspiration hint, see below, at the Friday Writings #2, at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/11/friday-writings-2-always-learning.html?m=1 

 - Rommy has suggested that we use a subject studied in school as inspiration, tickle our Muse, for writing this week.  I liked them all except for Math Statistics which needed a better refreshing of my Calculus.  

 - I chose Sophomore English which was delightful to me.  In college most of my writing papers received an "A", "B" was the lowest paper grade I received.

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Sunday, April 26, 2020

NaPoWriMo Day 26 - a Memory Rewind

Hometown Memory;
on Rewind

Can you remember
school day mornings
Before school time
how you got there

Might not be big,
Or you
got bullied bad
walked with teacher
messed your dad's truck

I'll pick the last
Farm boy drives Dad's
pickup to school
Bring back to mind

Rewind morning
(change not allowed)

Drop cousins off
Go get friend Ron
Drive back to school
Smoke on the way

Trouble starts there
Fishing for match
Road work ahead
Knocked sawhorse down

Seated for class
Principle calls
"Come to office"
Sheriff was there

Scared stuff was me

"Kid, what'cht you do?"
Big big silence
"Why'd you push stuff
Down into the hole?"

"Sawhorse and dirt"
Accident? Could-
-nt say smoking
"Dirt's on your truck"

I didn't tell
"I don't want to
see you again"
And he did not

None ever knew
Not my cousins
Not my sister
Not my parents

But now I've told

(Curtain lowered
and that's all folks)
Rewind finished
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- Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Kerry O'Connor at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2020/04/april-2020-days-26-30.html?m=1
- and from there to Karin aka Outlawyer at https://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/04/reboot-rewind-recycle-rebirth-poems-in.html?m=1 where I chose "REWIND" as prompt
- Also I am linked to NaPoWriMo Day 26 at  http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-six-6/ where I chose "HOMETOWN MEMORY" as prompt

 
  a 1949 Ford F-1 Pickup
(MAY 2010 NAPA Calendar) 

Note: 
 - I drove my dad's 1949 Ford F-1 pickup to high school in town for my last two years, the first I rode my horse to a closer counyry school.  Two of my younger cousins rode with me to town.  
 - There were two other incidents from which we were rescued (besides three accidents where the other driver was at fault), both I was stuck and had to be pulled.  
 - Once from a snowdrift that had grown across the road, the other when I tried to U-turn out in a field but I didn't know the "frost had gone out."

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Wednesday, September 04, 2019

A Poem for International Literacy Day


International Literacy Day is 8 September 8th.  Media: Djibril Kebe, UNESCO Media Section, d.kebe@unesco.org

Do you remember when
when you learned to read
Do you remember when
when did you have
a book of your own
or was it one
that Grandma owned
What were the tools for that
helped you to learn

Try to remember when
When how and what
Tell me yours and
I'll tell you mine

Somewhere in my line of books
came Three Billy Goats Gruff
my mother would
read it to me
My favorite part
was when The Troll
would boldly come out
from under the bridge
Scared the pants off
the boys and the girls 
But not our Goat 

After that part reading
might would end
Sleep play or do chores
would be next

I know there were others before
or to come after like your true love
Love those books I did
though fickle some--Shirley Temple
reigned supreme for a year or two
(I kept my Shirely Temple scrapbook)

Somewhere in line came school
Try to remember yours
I dont remember my first day 
Nor do I remember learning ABC's
Mom probably taught at home, I hope

Next in my memory line was learn
to read about Dick and Jane

"Dick 
See Dick 
See Dick run 
...
See Dick and Jane run"

Followed by Sambo Geography History
Literature Math Biology Chemistry
Algebra thru and beyond Calculus
and a whole lot more
I had gotten too tired to tell 
we all are bored with even these

In high school I would go to
the Library in Study Hall time
There inside my text was
my Zane Grey paperback novel

Got yours all thought up now?
It's your time to tell

International Literacy Day
is this Sunday
Say a prayer
We should think of and for them
those learning to read or
those who should be but can't 
Perhaps though late they will

UNESCO is leading the way
our local libraries follow 
Visit soon 
Check out a book or two 

Donations appreciated as well
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Susan who is leading Poets United Midweek Motiff --Literacy at http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/09/poets-united-midweek-motif-literacy.html?m=1
 - GO there. READ about Literacy Day and find other poems to read at the link above.  TELL ME in my comments here and OTHERS where you TELL.
 - I am also linked with Sherry Blue Sky who is hosting this week's Poetry Pantry with Poets United at http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/09/poetry-pantry-492.html?m=1

 - "Three Billy Goats Gruff" is a Norwegian fairy tale collected by Peter Christen Asbjørnsen and Jørgen Moe in their Norske Folkeeventyr, first published between 1841 and 1844. It has an "eat-me-when-I'm-fatter" plot.Wikipedia
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