The B Man - a Poem for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 19

     [photo courtesy of Bing Search (URL)]

   

    

   Boogie Man Commeth 

The Boogie Man might be here 

She looks under her bed 

That Boogie Man haunts her 

Whether or not he might be there 

All started the day I told her 

I meant no harm, just let her know 

Know and thing about the man 

Didn't say he wasn't real 

And now, things have changed 

The Boogie Man is there 

That Boogie Man hunts her 

Under her bed, waiting 

All started the day I told her 

I meant no harm, just let her know 

He hides when she looks under bed 

He chases her all around

Hunting her until both are tired 

She never lets him catch him 

The both go to sleep 

I wonder, does he really want 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 19, prompt today, "What are you haunted by, or what haunts you? Write a poem responding to this question. Then change the word haunt to hunt."  

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At the Sign - a Poem for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day Thirteen

 

        Sidewalk Closed 

"Sidewalk Closed," that's what the sign said 

No other words, there's just those two 

'Twas abrupt, a slap in the face 

A traffic jam in the morning 

Runners piling up, a big heap 

Like falling dominoes, pile grows 

One body upon another falling 

Straight line not one falls to the side 

Call the cops before someone's hurt 

Laughing because there's nothing else 

The sides are mud, a sticky mess 

Puddles too would get in their shoes 

Get up and turn back nothing else 

Nothing else to do--laugh it off 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day Thirteen, 

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirteen-10/

    not following the prompt today, I am reading signs from my car

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My Pen -- a Poem for Friday Writings #122, Link and for NaPoWriMo 2024 Day Eleven

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      Ode to My Pen 

My pen, you are a trusty bud 

You're always a ready helper  

Mostly write what you'd never 

never thought possible 

Like a note to mother, working a 

puzzle, stick behind my ear 

Plucked you out of a cup at the bank 

More there but you were the one I saw 

Kind of like love at the first sight 

Even the store with gobs of pens 

Stores have oodles of others to choose 

I know you friends at the bank have me  

Pretty, black with somber green 

Hanging out my front pocket always 

You write so smoothly with black ink 

Black to match your color, goes well 

The clip I let show, how proud I am 

The folks are envious, you are so special 

I lend you out to the Mrs. and others 

I watch every thing they write 

Making sure they give you back 

They like you too, ask for you always 

Kidnaper some are known 

Into their pockets they'd thrust, I won't let 

And when night falls you are the first 

First to brush your teeth, put up your hair 

A special spot on my little night chest top 

You guard my expensive watch and 

ever present chapstick, too draped in black 

Smart phone is always your last bud to show 

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked with Rommy at Friday Writings #122 at    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2024/04/friday-writings-122-comfort-reads.html?m=1

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day Eleven, at 

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-eleven-12/

 - On Day Nine NaPoWriMo had suggested writing an ode 'to an object'.  I had something else to write that day, but the idea sounded good.  I'm doing that prompt idea here tonight.  I don't write many odes but like them much.  Here goes . . . 

 - I am also linked with Bjorn with dVerse Open Link #360 at 

    https://dversepoets.com/2024/04/11/open-link-360-saturday-live-option/

 - Click here to see how others have written for Open Link  

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My Box -- NaPoWriMo Day Ten and dVerse Poetics

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         My Box 

My box was once a shoe box 

I save boxes, this one is a keeper 

My box is large, the kind we all would like 

The box is made of strong cardboard 

This box had contained cowboy boots 

My box had waited to have a touch

T'would be by a rough and heavy hand 

My box was hurt, a clerk threw her away 

My box was rescued, rescued by me 

I feel my box has an affliction 

Towards me for bringing her home 

She likes to be near me when she can 

I keep my personal records with her 

Finance, travel, relationships, and the like 

Grocery shopping she loves, 

rides the cart like a small kid 

My box I gave her a name, Betty Jo   

Dressed her pretty with a coat of paint 

She sits on my writing desk 

Betty Jo likes to make the rhyme 

She has become a helper of mine 

We've grown really attached 

I wish she could talk 

Good night, polish box and go to bed  

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMO Day Ten 

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-ten-12/ 

 - I am also linked with Kim at dVerse Poetics, here 

    https://dversepoets.com/2024/04/09/a-box-of-poems/

 - Click here to read other writer's efforts with Kim's prompt

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A Question -- a Piece of Prose for dVerse Prosery and for NaPoWriMo Day Nine

["Fu Bao in quarantine ", In China, born in 2020, 

Panda Bear just came from lease at South Korea]

            

                    Bears Checking Out 

    I was asked the other day a question about the stars, "What does it matter that the stars we see are already dead?" I was stumped and of course I put it to rest along with seems a zillion rhetorical questions I have been asked. "I dunno."  

  

    When I got home I went to old trusty fellow, Mr. Bing whose helper is Ms. AI. They know a lot, trivia and otherwise. Well, he scratched his head calling a friend. Those two knew, he wanted to make sure.

    Bing's retort, “No matter how you look at it, the idea that all, or even most, or even a lot, of the stars you can see in the sky are already dead is simply wrong. It sounds true, and kinda sorta fits with things you might think you know, but in the end the facts will win.”* 

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 - * Note: found when asked the question in paragraph one, Bing (substitue for Google) answer word for word.  (URL)

 - Writing Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Dora at dVerse Prosery at 

    https://dversepoets.com/2024/04/08/prosery-amy-woolard/ 

 - Dora's instructions Write a piece of prose (not poetry) of no more than 144 words that includes what is the question asked in my first paragraph here.

 - Click here to read others' works with the prompt

 - I am also linked with NaPoWriMo Day Nine at 

     https://www.napowrimo.net/day-nine-10/

 - NaPoWriMo to choose a Day is here, https://www.napowrimo.net/ 

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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, 

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-three-10/

 - Inspiration from a Frank K prose piece, "The New Lawyer", 

    https://read.aimeepong.com/parables/0/ 

 - 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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Army then -- a Poem for Quadrille #197

armycadets.com from Amazon gun ad

  War stories 

Getting old now

loves telling tales

Army stories

are his forte

No war for him

guns on the rack

Not shooting range

Score penciled in

Sharpshooter him

Medal to prove

Wore alongside

Good Conduct pin

Did Radar man

once shoot that gun

Basic Training

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with De Jackson at dVerse Quadrille #197 for hosting, 

https://dversepoets.com/2024/03/18/quadrille-197-look-sharp-now-lets-write-a-poem/ 

    she asked us to Write a Quadrille poem, 44 words in length and to use her chosen prompt word, "sharp" 

    Click here to read some others work, same instructions 

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Snowmoon Write -- for Haibun Monday

©iStockphoto.com/Wouter van Caspel

 

Snowmoon Last Night 

    Driving home last night we pulled over to view.  Just above the horizon was a magnificent scene, the moon, a February Full moon in bloom.  It was  showing its features as white with an orange tinted background.  It's name, being in February is the Snowmoon, heralding in falling snow, the kind the kids' snowmen are made of.  

    But being in Southeast Texas, close to the Gulf of Mexico shore, we won't be having snow this year.  The chances are gone for that come midmonth February.  Our temperatures are now in the 70, 80, and a few 90Fs from here on out.  Yes, we may have a cold wave come in from the north but still no snow for us.  That comes about once every ten years. 

    And anyway, we enjoy seeing this moon in full with no snow, it is sooo very pretty.  Maybe next year. 

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Snowmoon, Snowmoon, where 

Where can we see snow you'd bring 

Old home, Nebraska? 

Our back yard a few years ago 
[click picture for larger view, it's really pretty]

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 - Bottom Photo and Haibun Write, Copyright Jimmiehov 2021 (URL) and 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Frank J Tassone for dVerse Haibun Monday at 

    https://dversepoets.com/2024/02/26/haibun-monday-2-26-24-snow-moon/ 

 - Click here to read other writers' writing for the prompt, "SnowMoon"

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the Dance -- a poem for Friday Writings and for dVerse Poetics

(previously posted January 30, 2024)

   Dance,  Dance 

Dance, dance, dance to the music 

Mind your step and partners too 

The count you're to he'll not do  

Two step is his with your waltz 

Dance, dance, dance to the music 

He tells of his dance lessons 

That was way back in college 

And he has forgotten most 

I dance with him any rate  

He's my husband--love conquers 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

- I am linked with Rosemary for hosting Friday Writings #114  at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1

   She offered us an optional prompt about "telling secrets".  I chose to post this one instead of it due to my time restraints.  It would have been enjoyable to write for it, in fact I did have a start.  

 - I'm also linked with Mish in dVerse Poetics for prompt and for hosting at 

    https://dversepoets.com/2024/01/30/poetics-may-i-have-this-dance/ 

 - To see others' works there, click here 

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Lilac bouquet Valentine -- a piece of prose and a poem for dVerse Prosery

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        Image by Julia Butsykina on Unsplash

I know today is for prose.  I am trying to learn how to write hip hop poetry and don't get much help, even from Google.  

If any of you readers have written hip hop poetry you could leave me a helpful comment below. 

Here's my attempt, today's prompt words are the title and first and second lines:

    '…city lilacs 

    release their sweet, wild perfume 

    then bow down, heavy with rain.’ 

    a purple bouquet for you 

    one I cut for you with pain 

    there's much love mixed with my blood 

    mixed in with shiny petals 

    bright red and a bit of mud 

    all from lack of parasol 

    city lilacs traffic dust 

    purple pieces with my red 

    different than the country ones 

    fresh and clean and pure it's said 

    I cut myself with my knife 

    your Valentine worth the price 

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Pretty well does it for now.

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, all rights reserved

 - I am linked with Kim at dVerse Prosery at          https://dversepoets.com/2024/02/12/prosery-city-lilacs/ 

 - Click here to read other writers' works using Kim's prompt lines find.  We are to use 144 words, no less.  Mine, including the ditty has 144.

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Prequel to "Jack and Jill" -- A Prequel Poem Written for Friday Writings and for dVerse Poetics

Photo of one of the results of a Bing Search, URL 
[click on picture for larger size view]

 

    Jack and Jill in Training 

Jack and Jill made a training bill 

Climb some hills and gain some new skills 

Run two miles before the wind whiles 

Early up ahead of the sun 

Easy start longer hills a part 

Jack and Jill loved climbing the hills 

Then one day learned enough make hay 

Small mountain they could climb, certain 

Jack and Jill they climbed that big hill 

Jack fell down and Jill broke her crown 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024 

 - I am linked with Rosemary for Friday Writing #111 at 

    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/

 - I am also linked before with Lillian of dVerse Poetics at 

    https://dversepoets.com/2024/01/23/and-what-were-you-like-before/

 - Rosemary has asked, "If you were to come back as a ghost after you die, what place or person would you most like to haunt – er, revisit?" 

 - Lillian has asked us to "write a poem that is a prequel to a particular character from a nursery rhyme, aesop’s fable, book, or mythology. See explanation in prompt above. Be sure it’s clear in the poem, who you’re writing about."  For Friday Writings using the prompt is optional, we can instead post a poem previously written or written one off prompt.  I had previously written this poem for Lillian above.   

   You can see that I used a prequel to Jack and Jill of the nursery poem with that name, "Jack and Jill", who climbed the hill but then they fell back down after they had gotten up their hill. The Prequel is usually telling of some events prior, even leading up, to the main story writing, i.e. the Nursery Rhyme here.  

 - Click here to read other folks writing on this prompt. 

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A Book for Me to Read -- a Poem for Friday Writings

My Christmas tree blog is up now

https://jimmiehov7.blogspot.com/

    I Hope to Find 

When I read the book I checked out 

I hope to find some of the things 

Things that were not told of others 

Others you and I voted for 

They denied the fear and torture 

that came their way, afraid to tell 

They may loose their job 

We wouldn't vote for them again 

But one brave police officer 

Officer dared come with truths

Truths of their ill treatment given 

to them by the insurrectionists* 

My mind is made up 

I'll go with the author** 

"Standing My Ground" by 

Harry Dunn, police officer 

Full title, 
Standing My Ground: A Capitol Police Officer's Fight for Accountability and Good Trouble After January 6th 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Magaly for the prompt idea at Friday Writings #106, see below for information on the prompt 

    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/

- Magaly has invited us to write poetry or prose which includes the full title of a book we are reading or plan to read this December. 

 - Notes: 

     *Insurrectionist defined:

    Time Magazine, https://time.com/6137604/history-insurrection-jan-6/

        An “insurrection,” by definition, is a “violent uprising against an authority or government.” It is clear that Capitol stormers who dissented against the election outcome, or even sought to obstruct Congress’ certification of the election, were rising up against the government. The crux of the contention among commentators, though, lies in whether the crowd was truly violent—an attribution that has faced resistance. This distinction determines whether those who breached the Capitol are to be accurately described as “rally goers” or “rioters,” “patriots” or “terrorists,” “peaceful protestors” or “insurrectionists.” (Time Magazine, 

    **Standing my ground : a Capitol police officer's fight for accountability and good trouble after January 6th / Harry Dunn, with Ron Harris.

[See "Blurb information,

 http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2023/12/book-standing-my-ground.html

LCCN:	2023024764 --  ISBN: 9780306831133 0306831139  Call Number: 973.933 DUN 2023
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[Our back yard after our snowfall] 

 

    Let the Snow Fall, Please 

I was where I am when the snow began, softly first, with inklings of a bit more.  The holly trees with red berries were welcoming a little storm; they love to dance when surrounded by snow.

The last snow we had then was several years past; it only snows here, maybe once every ten years. I make my wish for the snow to come stay again. We are expecting only a tiff here and there, most times those never last the morn.

So for now the snow I get will be in memory only. I'm getting years, our daughter doesn't want us to go where snow is common; that's because I would want to drive.

My memory is good, pictures albums help, the album in my head is about as good. My youthful sled hanging on a hook helps me too. I am ready.

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

- I am linked with Merrill D Smith, at dVerse Prosery, Winter is Coming 

    https://dversepoets.com/2023/12/04/prosery-winter-is-coming/ 

 - Merrill has asked us to write not more than 144 words, mine is exactly 144 words long, excluding the title.  We were to include these words, "I am where I am when the snow began."  They were from a poem, "TheDead of Winter" by Samuel Menashe, found here.

 - The pictures are of our backyard, the snowy one the time it snowed and the snow stayed a while. 

- Click here to read what other writers have written

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