Rabbit and the Fowls - - a Poem for Friday Writings and a Piece of Prosery for dVerse

 Missing friends

Little rabbit was 

 getting lonesome 

He'd sit by the fence 

 missing his buddies 

“Something told the wild geese 

 It was time to fly.”

Then they all left  

  alone again 

Didn't last him long

 ducks coming in

Quickly making friends 

 Rabbit's alone no more 

 

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

 - I am linked with Rosemary at dVerse Friday Writings #126 at 

    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 

   Rosemary has asked as an optional assignment for us to write a poem or story (or a few) in only 160 characters including title and spaces. (If you choose to write more than one, please put them all in one post and make sure that collectively they don't exceed our 369 word limit.)  

   I chose not to do that and wrote instead what you see next here.    

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 - I am also linked with Kim881 at Prosery, dVerse,  her prompt line is above in quotations and posted at 

https://dversepoets.com/2024/05/06/prosery-something-told-the-wild-geese/ 

 

 - Click here for others writing Prosery Flash Writing this week.  I wrote only 44 Words, we could have 144

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Happy Me - a Poem for dVerse Poetics

 

    Happy Fellow 

I am happy happy 

Most of the time that way 

Have a smile on my face 

even more than that 

What makes me so happy 

Say because I was born 

I didn't have to be 

Who said "we don't like kids" 

My father wanted me 

I milked cows and did chores 

And so did my mother 

A happy companion 

Grandpa named me Smiley 

cause I smiled all the time 

Happy to be with him 

I was Grandma's pet too 

When I grew up, married 

had a happy marriage 

Even when we divorced 

free, happy then, three years 

Met a new wife for me 

Right away I liked her 

and she liked me also 

She's happy pioneer 

Now that I'm old and gray 

I'm happy even if 

Even if one cripples 

Even if one lives no more 

Fifty-one together 

Makes me happy hearing 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo by Louis Wain is a photo copy enhanced by me  

 - I am linked with Melissa Lemay of dVerse Poetics,

 https://dversepoets.com/2024/04/23/if-you-dont-like-cats-im-sorry/ 

- Click here to read others who heeded the warning, "do mention the word cats"

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 Box -- NaPoWriMo Day Ten and dVerse Poetics

            [click picture for larger size viewing]

         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 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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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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Vinsent Van Gogh -- a Poem for Friday Writings

*[Van Gogh painting, it's photo I've taken of it illustrating in the Olive Garden]  

 

Rosemary has asked us to be inspired by the song, 

‘Starry, Starry Night’ and/or by Vincent Van Gogh.  

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 Dreaming of Van Gogh

Woke up one stary night 

Sweating on my pillow

Had been dreaming of France,

my stay in St. Remy

Been like being locked up

Cold infirmary drempt

There roommate of Van Gogh

Recovering, a cut

His ear had been whacked off

by himself, sharpened knife

We would go for a walk

Sunshine and exercise

Garden beckoning us

The olive trees still there

Why would they go away

Painting subject he loved

Begging both, his and mine

Take some pictures for him

Plans for painting again

Inside the hospital

When he would be alone

and have no walking friend 

The pictures would remind

This grove he'd come to love

Would I please come again

Critique his work for quirks

   (there'd never be any)

(his always pleased the world)

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 - * Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006 and 2023, All rights reserved 

 - I am linked with Rosemary for prompt information at Friday Writings #105  at  https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/

 - * Below is My picture taken outside the infirmary where Van Gogh was staying after he had cut off his own ear.   For information of the photo below and more of our stay there in St. Remy, click here. 

  - Vincent van Gogh -- 30 March 1853 – 29 July 1890): 

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vincent_van_Gogh  

[Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006]

 

Picture Sketch - a Poem for dVerse Quadrille

Sketch Me

She texted me

“Send me a sketch

So I'll know you

leaving the train”

And so I did 

just like she said 

"I'm fairly short

Unruly hair

Eyes that can see

in dark of night

Ears protruding

And button up

Underwear" 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006 and 2023 respectively, All Rights Reserved (Photo first used January 2, 2006, on my "Ask Dr. Jim (blog)", click here to read it.

 - I am linked with Mish for the dVerse Quadrille #190 prompt and with her hosting.  It must use the word "sketch" and be exactly 44 words in length.  https://dversepoets.com/2023/11/27/quadrille-190/

 - Click here to visit others doing the same 

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