JIM'S LITTLE PHOTO AND POEM PLACE

Sunday Muse -- What Now

A Situation

The boat is tired its crew has gone

They left last week not to return

Bottom's rotting water comes in

That's my life now like it or not

Just one long week were those last years

Oars were stolen, tie chain rusting

The fish remain waiting for net

Eager fisher with a new boat

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- Photo prompt thanks to Carrie Van Horn, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/07/sunday-muse-167.html?m=1

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Boat poems

Labels: Boat Poems, Seniors, Sunday Muse, Syllabic Form

Poem -- Old Times are Gone

Photo furnished by Magaly Guerrero *

"Things were different back then"*

Sandals were for women
Flip flops became for men
Hats doffed for lunch and church
Men opened doors for gals

Naught to sixty in six
only hot rods could do
Space from here heaven
(place to go in comics)

Ate the food on your plate
No such thing microwave
but TV dinners in
Eat, watch Howdy Douty

Astronauts, topless beach
I lost my Internet
recipe, S.O.B!
Now are we; different then

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hashtag

#14daysnonewcases

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- I'm linked with Magaly Guerrero at Weekly Scribblings # 27 for Picture and Prompt (title), https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/07/weekly-scribblings-27-things-were.html

Labels: Comics, Poem, Seniors, Syllabic Form, Weekly Scribbling

A Poem for the Weekend Mini-Challenge

Grandma's Kitchen;

things I remember

My Grandma's kitchen

was my safe harbor

A place where I could

be a boy my own

Safe from family males

swearing grandfather

my father learning

to be caring dad

But Grandma found time

time for us to talk

Secrets small, our big

confide safely here

Grandma Cookies were

the best--chocolate chip

Cracker-lined pot held

the best oyster stew

Furnished with blind great

grandfather's organ

iron kitchen stove and

table viewing barn

Cousins aunts uncles

and my grandparents

Holiday feast cooked

our grandpa hollered

"All you kids get in

the woodbox and wait!"

Was Grandpa joking?

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Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
I am linked with Sherry Blue Sky in the Imaginary Garden hosting the Weekend Mini Challenge at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/09/weekend-mini-challenge-grandmas-kitchen.html?m=1
- I have 97 words and a title for my Mini Challenge.

Labels: Family, Jim Bunch eats, Jim's Life, Real Toads, Seniors, Week-Mini-Challenge

Getting Old, another Flash Poem

We are known as the "wilted pair."
Once shiny and so very bright
We've a stooped walk with silver cane
And sip our water with a straw

Rented teeth ours went down the drain
Children stare tell Mum we're funny
Still we smile and tell you G'day
Let's sip some water with a straw

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- Photos, 2008 and 2018, and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2008 and 2018, and 2018, All Rights Reserved (2008 side picture posted, Link) (2018 bottom picture is a screen print from Kerry's post, referenced below-click picture to enlarge)
- I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/08/camera-flash.html?m=1 ,
- Exactly 55 words

Labels: Flash Writing, Personal-Challenge-2018, Poem, Real Toads, Seniors, Signs, Syllabic Form

NaPoWriMo 2018-15 -- Day 15, a Poem, feed your dog

My day is done;
if you love a dog then feed it

My day is finished my work is done

I will rest my bod I'm going home

You can't leave work remains to be done

Flowers to pick and some seeds to sow

Potatoes to plant and weeds to hoe

I'll leave the garden for someone else

Here's my truck the kids can load it up

Heavy groceries for the many mouths

You do that so well the neighbors wait

Food from the food bank don't let it waste

I've done that for years it's your turn now

I'm tired so weary home I must go

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(The legend and the pickup are "PrintScreen" photos)

- I'm writing for Gillena Cox at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, April 15; Serendipity and a poet , http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/04/april-16-serendipity-and-poet.html

- I'm also linked to Day Fifteen of NaPoWriMo, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-fifteen-4/. If you click on 'PARTICIPANTS SITES' link at the top of their page you can read the poems submitted by other bloggers.

- Gillena suggested the we read three of Villon's works and write our thoughts (inspiration) that might come from our reading. (François Villon, Google links)
- I liked the legend by Falstaff (my PrintScreen Photo above) at the beginning of his Ballad, Fat Madge and from the first line, third stanza, of his Ballad, The Proverbs ("... So, you love a dog. Then feed it!").
- The three poems:
    1. The Ballad Of The Proverbs - Poem by François Villon
    2. Epitaph In The Form Of A Ballade - Poem by François Villon
    3. The Ballad Of Villon And Fat Madge - Poem by François Villon

Labels: Irregular rhyme, NaPoWriMo 2018, Poem, Real Toads, Seniors, Syllabic Form

One Single Impression: Wrinkle

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Wrinkled

One little wrinkle would have been fine
This old man had many more than nine

Wrinkled from head to toe, back again
Where you couldn't see I imagine

His face looked tired, from stresses I know
He carried a wrinkled sack in tow

From crumpled sack he had food to eat
Beans and bread; grog to drink--made from wheat

The back of his jacket was wrinkled
from hem to collar, creases sprinkled

Folds in his pants opened like a fan
'neath every moving joint they began

His brown high laced shoes, once bright and clean,
opened, dull, grimy with shriveled seams

Nothing clean, nothing fresh, anywhere
Old man, crumpled to his underwear

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Poem and Photo Copyright
© 2013 and 2010 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

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The word, Wrinkle, is prompted at One Single Impression

Also shared and listed with Real Toads,Open Link Monday.

Labels: Haiku, Humor(?), One-Single-Impression, Rhyme, Seniors, Senryū, Syllabic Form

Accident(s) ~~ Sensational Haiku Wednesday

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Growing (old) Pains

accidents happen
eh you said a what ahead
OMGosh Mack truck

accidents no-no
smashed fenders and broken bones
take the keys away

two broken kneecaps
accident prone watch your step
elevator's nice
wry smile with his curt retort
hard to teach old dog new tricks

Photos, Poem Copyright
© 2007, 2010 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

Sign was found on the seaside road,
outside Troon, Ayrshire, Scotland (link)
(page sized picture)(extra large)

Sensational Haiku Wednesday is hosted by Jenn. Please click on the logo to the right for info about joining in and for more Haiku Wednesday participants.

Labels: Scotland, Seniors, Senryū, Sensational Haiku Wednesday, Signs, Tanka

Acrostic: Technology

T E C H N O L O G Y

Time is 12 o'clock
Everything is blinking
Colon eyes are staring
Home goes on anyway
Nobody set the VCR
Only time won't tell
Lonely sights of trouble
Our twelve o'clock display
Genius needed to set
Youngsters soon will come

Copyright © 2010 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

Written for Acrostics Only March, 2010, prompt 7, Technology

(Acrostic Poem Requirement: 3 or 4 words, one or the other, per line)

Labels: Acrostic, Acrostics Only, Humor, Poem, Seniors

Acrostic: Growing Old

GROWING OLD

Groaning grappling facing
Reality that's what
Old people do
When daily facing
Insidious incessant pain
Neck shoulders legs
Groin belly feet

Old before your
Life is ready
Do or die

Copyright © 2010 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

Written for Acrostics Only January, 2010, prompt 10, Acrostic Poem on

Senior Living: Growing Old (Requirement: 3 words per line)

Labels: Acrostic, Acrostics Only, Humor(?), Seniors

One Single Impression: Conquer (an acrostic)

Conquer It
what ails me

(an acrostic)
Common colds prevail.

Orneriness and ale ... .
Near sightedness, pills.
Queasiness and ills .....
Under bed monster ....
Elder aged and weak ..

Retirement's bleak .....

Pictures and Poem Copyright

Sign was found on the seaside road,outside Troon, Ayrshire, Scotland (link)
............[large picture] [extra large]

Find more poems at One Single Impression
"Conquer" as prompt was
suggested by Neha Sahi Saigal of Tea Leaves 'n' Honey

Also pledged for Acrostics Only October, 2009, prompt 7, Poet's Choice
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Labels: Acrostic, Acrostics Only, One Single Impression, Poem, Rhyme, Scotland, Seniors, Signs, Syllabic Form

One Single Impression: Talisman

Mr. Talisman.
Who is the tallest man you ever knew?
Mr. Talisman was eight feet
seven inches so he said
when he wasn't joking
which was most often.
Or else he would say he didn't know
as his altimeter was broken and
Medicare wouldn't pay for having it fixed.
Mr. Talisman, they said,
(I may call him Tall Man from hereon in)
played basketball in his younger days..
Because of the notoriety,
yes, he was notorious,
we all dreaded to hear him coming.
For sure it would be an hour or more
before we could get away.
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The kids all called him
Talis'boy back then.
That is why
I have come
to call him Talisman.

I will tell a tale about
this Mr. Talisman,
seems he liked his ale.
Adding to his ale problem
he would attend frequent
drinking parties. Now that
could never have been good for him.

The next day after
one such party
Tall Man was working off his hangover
by taking a walk in the sunshine.
He walked through the park,
the one that ends on top of the little hill..
Our Tall Man was in no shape
this morning to climb the hill
so he leisurely strolled on the promenade
which went round and round
ending nowhere.

On that walk,
that sun shiny day,
he passed a bench
where two little ladies were talking away.
Like they were solving
the town's problems,
they were so serious in their talks were they.
Others said it was pure gossip
they were telling.

One of the ladies stopped Tall Man
and modestly, sheepishly,
and shyly asked
if he ever told his age.
"Why no, I don't. I never tell anyone my age."
Then the other lady said
she thought they could
guess his age correctly if he would follow
a few of their simple rules.

Tall Man thought this over very briefly,
then he said, "I'm game." So the ladies
had this man turn around three times,
drop his drawers, and pat himself
on the behind five times.
After this he was to stand up
and they would guess his age.

Having done
all of these ladies' silly requests,
Tall Man stood up and said,
"So, what is my age?"

"Eighty-three," both of them chimed
at the same time, "you are eighty-three years old."
"Oh, you are so clever, I would think
no one could tell my age that way."

"It isn't the way that's important,
we just wanted to see you do
a few more of those gyrations.
You do remember?
You were doing them at the party last night."

Moral of this story? Ale and little old ladies can make you look stupid.

Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

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Find more poems at One Single Impression
"Descent" as prompt was
suggested by Joseph Harker of Naming Constellations

Labels: Humor(?), One Single Impression, prose poem, Seniors

One Single Impression: Twilight

Twilight
twilight grey and dim
it's not my favorite time
time of life's season

twilight for child's play
nice out cool can barely see
fireflies light their way

twilight for the pets
please may we be fed our due
then we watch you feast

workers love twilight
clean their tools wash their faces
null vicious cycle

mothers take deep breath
cook feed bathe kids turn their beds
then night is for self
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who dies in twilight
that question asked of Google
"is" is not defined

King David was old
could not keep warm even when
put covers o'er him
young virgin to attend him
lie beside him keep him warm
(more in 1 Kings 1:1-4)
Photos and Poems Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

Note: David did not have intimate relations with the young lady:
(more in 1 Kings 1:1-4)
1 When King David was old and well advanced in years, he could not keep warm even when they put covers over him. 2 So his servants said to him, "Let us look for a young virgin to attend the king and take care of him. She can lie beside him so that our lord the king may keep warm."
3 Then they searched throughout Israel for a beautiful girl and found Abishag, a Shunammite, and brought her to the king. 4 The girl was very beautiful; she took care of the king and waited on him, but the king had no intimate relations with her.
Jeremiah who wrote this may have had a censoring wife (Jim's reasoning). She said this was not good to write, people would think wrongly of David. So he added the half line, "but the king had no intimate relations with her."

Tag: One Single Impression Twilight
Tag: Jim's OSI
Painting is easy when you don’t know how, but very difficult when you do. Edgar Dégas
The same may go for poetry? (whatever, I enjoy painting with the words!).

Labels: Dogs, Humor, Katrin, One Single Impression, Poem, Seniors, Senryū, Tanka