Alone -- a Dark Poem for The Sunday Muse

  

Home Alone 

I'm here, all alone.  All alone except... 

Except that I do see my provider 

He brings me food and water now and then 

Now and then, because; when I do not know  

When's a nasty word to me, at his call 

He leaves my Cell with me, phone's disabled 

Disabled like I am, my mind is blank 

That's what he tells me, says to say to you 

So if you come then it is, move the wedge 

Wedge is gone, door can open, I'd be free  

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo choices from Carrie's Prompt, The Sunday Muse #212, 

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/05/sunday-muse-212.html  

 - NOTE:  I will answer your comments if google allows me.  It is making me comment as "anonymous" on the Blogger posts.  Some aren't even allowed.  I will ANSWER to your blog if and when I can.  I can't even leave comments on my own blog.

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Sunday Muse Poem -- Now What?

 

Other side 

Not sure how I got here 

Guards, guards, guards, everywhere 

I trusted--now these bars 

Not a prison but what 

For my safety they say 

I just wanted to climb 

Climb up that tall giant 

Sixteen story challenge 

Not the climb their worry 

But getting back down, whew 

Didn't tell them, I won't 

Lifelong intent--I'd fly 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Shay,  a.k.a. Fireblossom, for the inspirational picture prompt at the Sunday Muse #160,  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/05/sunday-muse-160.html?m=1 

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NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 24 - Wildflower

 

Sunday Morning

On the streets again 

where wild I grew up 

I've had my chances 

this day might be last 

My life has been blessed 

living in the cracks 

Sunday on the streets 

this my time to bloom 

Here I've been beat down 

nearly every day 

Can't help where seeds blow 

so here I was born 

That's where I must bloom 

no one dug me out 

Perhaps you will cut, 

put me in a vase 

 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo presented by Carrie Van Horn at the Sunday Muse #157,  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/08/future-muse.html?m=1 

 - I am also linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 24, https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-four-7/ 

 - I am attempting to write at least one poem a day for the National Poem Writing Month.  Today is Day 24 of the 30, you can see my progress here, NaPoWriMo 2021.

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NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 11 - Sunday Muse - Flying

    Fly Fly 

When I get big I'm going to fly 

I'll buy myself an airplane to fly 

Then fly myself way up in the sky 

I'll fly myself so far far away 

I'll leave this place and never come back 

Don't cry for me I'll not cry for you 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo prompt above for which I'm linked with Fireblossem and Carrie Van Horn at the Sunday Muse #155,  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/04/sunday-muse-155.html?m=1 

 - I'm also linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 11, https://www.napowrimo.net/day-eleven-9/

NaPoWriMo 2021, Day Four ~~ Sunday Muse ~~ My Mirror

 

Reflections 

I look every time I leave the house 

And ask, Mirror, Mirror on the wall 

Please, what do you see for me today  

Then I hold my breath for its response 

like

Will it be breakfast at Joe's Diner 

Will my important client be there 

Will my shoes be shined my tie be straight 

Will the client sign the dotted line 

or

When can I come to your house again 

The coffee was sublime, waffles too 

When will you let me come flowers in hand 

lots more questions

How, what, would, which, where, why 

questions my mirror might answers tell 

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  - I am attempting to write at least one poem a day for the National Poem Writing Month.  Today is Day Four of the 30, you can see my progress here, NaPoWriMo 2021.

 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Carrie for the photo at Sunday Muse #154,  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/04/sunday-muse-154.html?m=1 

 - I am also linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 4 (National Poem Writing Month, Day 4), https://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-9/  which had different pictures than the one I used from Carrie's. 

Sunday Muse --- Decisions

Alone 

I am alone 

It's where I want to be 

Alone in the world 

A world where 

I've not found 

A place for me 

I am dressed for party  

But there's not 

A party for me 

People are there 

People I don't want to see 

I want to be 

Alone tonight 

I was a boy 

A fair boy 

A boy who wanted 

He wanted to be a girl 

So now he's trying 

To see how it goes 

Shoulders bare 

Nails painted red 

Hair coarse and 

fairly straight 

Feathered Easter hat 

Borrowed for the night 

Shoes,  flats that don't fit 

Party was for me not 

Tomorrow night 

A hippie girl I'll try 

Hair is long enough 

Jeans with holes or

Cutoffs strings and holes 

Sleeveless shirt to wear 

Painted toenails 

Match my fingers 

Then I won't be alone 

I'll find my old crowd 

The part that stays 

They're sitting on 

Loading docks for 

trucks during the day 

They'll take me in 

Won't care if 

I be boy or girl 

I hope 

Those Hippie Days

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I  am linked for top picture with Carrie Van Horn at Sunday Muse #153,  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/03/sunday-muse-153.html?m=1

 - Bottom picture I used before, "Those Hippie Days", https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2019/05/mini-challeng-poem.html?m=1

Seasons

Surreal Artwork 

by Ronald Ong

Seems we go 

Seems we go from Spring's lush beauty blessings 

passing Summer's steamy unpleasantness

with one blink of eye into Fall's messes 

and flashing on to Winter's cold bleakness 

Seems Old Age has shown its infirmities 

before it's time before we are ready 

Ugliness too from stiff whitening hair to 

red splotches cover faces and bodies 

We use canes crutches walkers and wheel chairs 

Yesterday we ran races rode our bikes 

Visited places we'd only heard their names 

Drove our cars like racers through thick traffic 

Oh yes, belly buttons stick out not in   

Our love life has changed but can it remain

How long the Winter will be we don't know

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Like the old song, before 

your time, enjoy life now 

"Those were the days my friend 

We thought they'd never end" 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - Song, "Those were the days"  credited to Gene Raskin, (Wikipedia, Those Were the Days (song) - Wikipedia )  

 - I am linked with Carrie Van Horn with the Sunday Muse #151, , http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/03/sunday-muse-151.html?m=1 

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Sunday Muse Poem ~~ The Cat

 

The Cat 

it began with expectancy,  

a night with The Cat, 

Halloween one 

her cat 

a night of fun

tonight, 

though he rubbed her leg, 

begged to be petted 

or scratched, 

even so,

he seemed to be 

melancholy 

The Cat,

he'd been like that before 

ended the night 

showing his meanness 

in various ways 

sometimes 

drawing scarlet from 

her veins, arm legs back 

and thighs 

this night was like that 

only worse 

he scratched 

and clawed and 

bit her everywhere 

she was oozing red 

even from beneath 

her clothes

pounced on her throat 

teeth seemed like a 

vampire's fangs 

deep they sank 

she could hardly breath, 

his body pressing hard 

against her larynx, 

there for his 

taking 

by strength she didn't know she had

she grabbed him by the throat and 

picked him up, his claws thrashing

he was gasping for air now, 

pushing himself away

she ran with him that way

threw him into his kennel. 

out on the back porch 

 there to stay until 

he gets nice 

again

another night 

another fight 

this time 

meaner than before 

time to be serious with 

him? 

her cat, 

The Cat, 

her one and only 

true love 

should she tell her dad 

could she tell her dad 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo furnished by Fireblossom, at the link below, for our inspiration to write 

 - I am linked with Fireblossom at Sunday Muse #148, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/02/sunday-muse-148.html?m=1 

Sunday Muse Poem -- Horse Race

"Indigo Sky Mares"  

by Laurel Burch 

Pick a Good Pony 

Two different breeds they get along just fine 

Both mares with excellent trainers 

Taller one sets the pace for many laps 

Shorter one oft comes from behind 

Put your money on each you'll be ahead 

But not to win rather to place 

Bite your nails until the very finish 

A lesson here that I've learned the hard way  

Winners need not be the first but they show 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Carrie Van Horn for "Indigo Sky Mares" Artwork prompt, at the Sunday Muse #147, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/02/sunday-muse-147.html?m=1 

 - Note:  I have never ever been to a horse race, car races yes, nor have I bet money on a horse.    I do watch them on TV, I also sometimes pick up a lottery ticket but I do not bet on the horses.

Up and Down ~~ a Poem of Fire for The Sunday Muse

 

   Image: Brooke Shaden 

The Night 

We're setting the night on fire 

You sing we'll get a lot higher 

To the left rise above the smoke 

Smoke ruins brain cells of the dolts  

Higher and higher, light the night 

Come with me and we'll make the light  

Feed the birds we'll soar with sparrows  

We'll not come down till the morrow 

Burn burn burn we cuddle and play   

Sing and dance burn the night away 

Drive down main street cruise with the fold 

There'll come a day when we're to old 

When we come down don't hit the ground 

In to the day glide together 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo Image by Brooke Shaden used as inspirational prompt was suggested by Fireblossom at The Sunday Muse # 126, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/09/sunday-muse-126.html?m=1 

 - After seeing the picture I immediately thought of Jim Morrison of The Doors song, "Light My Fire" (https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/doors/lightmyfire.html) and of Johnny Cash with "The Ring of Fire." (https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/johnnycash/ringoffire.html ) 

 - P,S,  I am too old for this now, I can only reminisce 

Poem for Roses

 
Roses for the Lady

Favorite flower
for lovers to give
A rose of red
awaits my true love

She'll oou and awe
like first she's got
But every year
I give red bouquet

She'll hug and kiss
carry on childlike
I'll kiss her back
and tell her my love

Dine wine tonight
next year's be the same 

Part of our backyard rose beds 

[click on picture for larger view]
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 - Poem and Bottom Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Chrissa to Sunday Muse #114  for picture and inspiration at http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-sunday-muse-114.html?m=1

a Poem about Fairy Tales

      "Snow White and Rose Red" *

         art by Kerry Darlington

 

The Bear Comes

 

Snuggled down not in their beds

Snow White, Rose Red and 'The Bear'

Soon they'd be sleeping, the three

 

Dreams would come, mostly pleasant

Hungry bear knocking at their door

Cold and snowy, shivering

 

So they fed him, warmed him up

Played by the fire and he stayed

Became a nightly affair

 

Widow mother, glad he came

Now a play friend for the girls

Unlocked door he'd leave by dawn

 

Years and years went by the same

Came "The Bear" every evening

Carry the girls up to bed

 

What more did they dream about

Will they cry when bear no more  **

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Carrie at the Sunday Muse, at  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/05/sunday-muse-109.html?m=1
- Notes: 
 - - *The Bear:  "... After this, every evening at the same time the bear came, lay by the fire, and allowed the children to play with him; so they became quite fond of their curious playmate, and the door was not ever bolted in the evening until he had appeared..." Excerpt from "Snow White and Rose Red" story by Brothers Grimm (Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm), 1929,  https://www.worldoftales.com/fairy_tales/Brothers_Grimm/Grimm_fairy_stories/Snow-White_And_Rose-Red.html
 - - ** In the story the bear died, his body turned into a prince

A Love Poem, of Sorts

My Lily Pad Queen 

She sat on the leaf, my Lily Pad Queen 
It was one of two leaves in the pond

Hers always, when wearing Irish Green

Other remained back saved for her friend 

Waiting for me, her Lily Pad Prince 
She knows me not though I know her well

Holding tight to her perch afraid to dance

Looking around would I ring her bell 

Green eyes passed me over, then they teared 
Deep I dived, I'll stay a hundred years

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 - Poem and Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved.  The SECOND Photo of the Yellow Flowering Lily Pad, the poet's watery tomb, I took at Regent's Park in London.  The other three are Print Screen and slightly edited from the respective three links below.  

 - I'm linked with Shay, Chrissa, and Carrie, at the Sunday  Muse for celebration of their 100th week posting anniversary, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/03/the-big-100th-muse.html?m=1  (BOTTOM Photo)

 - I'm linked with Margaret at her startup Web site, Artistic Interpretations s2, https://postcardartisticinterpretations.blogspot.com/2020/03/welcome-to-artistic-interpretations.html?m=1 (TOP Photo)

 - I am linked with Teemakuun #56, another artistic interpretation group from Finlan  at https://teemakuunkollaasi.blogspot.com/2020/03/teemakuu-56-kuva-mallina.html?m=1  (THIRD Photo)

100 Weeks of Sunday Muse

 - . - I'm 

My Poem - Artistic Interpretation

 - - - - My SIL had a stroke - - - - 

 - - - - last week.  I wonder - - - - 

 - - - - what it felt like to her.- - - 

My Clouds  

Awoke one saturday morning 
A stormy day coming for me 
Storm clouds gathering darkly gray 
Opened the door a crack to see 

Out of my grasp open it swung 
Gaping, wind and clouds gushing in 
They swooped me up afraid to fall 
With raspy voice clouds spoke to me 

Hold tight, one saying , don't you fall 
There was nothing else I could do 
Up we went to nowhere special 
Clouds stayed with me they didn't leave 

- - - later now - - - 

Dimly through the mist I can see 
Still holding tight I'll not let loose 
Clouds are all I have it's been years 
Feeling safe with them, here I stay 
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 - Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov  2020, All Rights  Reserved
 - Photo courtesy of Sunday Muse at the link below
 - I'm linked with http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/02/sunday-muse-95.html?m=1
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My sister-in-law was airlifted via helicopter Sunday morning to the Shreveport LSU Hospital. 
They gave her wonderful care, ER, ICR, and Friday discharged to her hometown hospital for inpatient therapy. 
She will have speech,  physical, and occupational therapy.   She has heavy needs in all those areas.
We, the rest of family, and many, many others are praying for her, her recovery, and loving family.

A Poem for Sunday

It's That Time;
  a polar bear love song 

Wake up Momma
it's that time once again
Spring Moon has risse
baby making time

I've missed you so
your shaggy white bod
That tender nose
lovely in all ways

I dreamt of you
alone in your cave
That lovely snore
I'd pass now and then

You're awake and
the ice is flowing
Hop on a hunk
first lets kiss once more

Travel to where
salmon are spawning
Sitting so close
Make love all the way
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
÷ Photo credit and Muse linked to Sunday Muse at http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/02/sunday-muse-94.html?m=1
 - And I have also linked it to Rommy Cortez-Driks in the Writer's Pantry  at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/02/writers-pantry-6-and-stars-make-love-to.html?m=1

A Weekend Poem

Mixed Up 

It's a crazy mixed up world 

Up is down and down is up 

The whole land has gone that way 

Get my bearing against the wall 

Steak and avocado breakfast 

Grits eggs bacon and toast is lunch 

Then dinner comes cereal 

Against this steady wall I lean 

Body color we're all dress blue 

Rules of cover conservative 

That means covering more below 

Does more show than collar's above 

My mind changes with color of day 

Mornings must be blue when we write 

Green yellow orange afternoons 

Darkened some means organized play 

Happy time to come based on whims 

Taking care for snooper's glass floors 

Therapy for the birds.  
Their needs 
While we recite our poetry 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 

 - 2020, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo Prompt with Carrie Van Horne at

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/02/sunday-muse-93.html?m=1

Here I rotated the original "Pencil vs. Camera Art" (at Ben Heine Art Photography [link], mixing drawings wish camera photos) pictured there counter clockwise 270 degrees.

A Sevenling Dual Poem

There was a grey man

His feet were made of clay

Eyes of cat glass, thumbs were tin

Wife's stomach growled

Her nose constantly dripped

Smile on her face, loving pair

They watched TV while baby cried

Spring flowers bloomed

Hibiscus were orange

Purple lilies, roses pink

The puppies yapped

Kittens suckled, honking geese

Yet rains and sunshine making love

Man, flowers, beasts, all tuned for spring

makes babies smile

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Toni on the Sunday Muse at http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2019/06/sunday-muse-wednesday-muse-12-sevenling.html?m=1
 - I am also linked with Rommy in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/the-tuesday-platform-slow-down-and-feel.html?m=1
 - There at the Muse Toni has asked to write a Sevenling poem.  This is my second poem for the Garden. I woke up this morning at 4:50 and couldn't get back to sleep. So I read Margaret's pretty Sevenling. Yes, I would try. Mine wasn't so good but I couldn't stop so I added another to have a Sevenling Dual. The whole thing isn't real good but I spilled out my crazy mind. I do that a lot, I'm wishing for a smile.