Day 28 -- NaPoWriMo 2019

Reimagined

 

Unidentified Woman ca. 1950's - Walter Silver Photographs

https://digitalcollections.nypl.org/items/90070510-e04b-0131-be59-58d385a7bbd0

In the Box

At best for now she has a cat

She's always wanted a yellow one

But how it came about raises brows

Walking down the road hot sweaty

Blue blouse slung over her shoulder

Was wishing now she'd worn her bra

Blouse shouldered as the pickup slowed

She'd take a ride hope he would

Would keep roaming hands to himself

Wonders were blessing her that day

Old pickup the driver was slight

"It's a girl my Lord"** I'm okay

Long blond hair--would you like a ride

It's way to hot for you to walk

Panicky now no girl at all

Shy girl she wasn't good with men

No escape she found small talk come

Hottest day ever still April

Curiosity held in check

Didn't ask what was in the box

Sitting between them on the seat

Noises, the box soon came forefront

I'm taking my cat to the pound

Moved I can't keep him any more

He had to go there's no place else

Silence overcame them thinking

He seemed so nice and well behaved

Scheming woman she never been

But women have their subtle ways

Might it help if I would keep him

Yes yes would you please I'd much like

His things are packed and in back

Let's change numbers and keep in touch

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 - Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - Photo copied from Margaret at the link below
 - I am linked with Margaret in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/04/poems-in-april-photographic-images.html?m=1
 - and with NaPoWriM 2019 Day 28 at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-eight-5/

 - **Note:  "It's a girl my Lord (in a flatbed Ford) " words from the song, "Eagles - Take It Easy" (link).

Going to Mars

If I were on a spaceship 
Going to Mars 

I'd miss some niceties 
Spitting out the window and
Let fresh air in 
Pretty sunsets be no more 
Or stars at night 

Because there would be no night 
Nor bright sunrise 
How would I count the days 
That 
We'd be apart 

Wonder if they'd let me drive 
Pass by your house 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Magaly Guerrero in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/02/weekend-mini-challenge-strange-news.html?m=1 
 - I had a 55 word version but now it's 60 words plus three for the title. 

Getting Things Right, a Poem for Tuesday

A Man's Heart; 
dancing with wallflowers

The train pulled in I was ready to go
But I didn't get on, wait for the next

This one makes smoke on the tracks I won't ride
Belching black smoke makes for a dismal night

Another came and went, an all-nighter 
Not into that I was saving myself   

Next one appeared with accolades galore 
Bright red cab yellow stripes and open toes

Clean Air Special electric rail for me
Flip her switch she glows, oyster stew tonight



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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2016 and 2019,  All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Anmol aka HA in the Imaginary Garden at  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/02/the-tuesday-platform-in-these-times-of.html?m=1

 - In an earlier life dancing was a fine activity for young people, and also providing a place for  young people to meet.  There were several Dance Halls around Lincoln, Nebraska, sort of like the old west.  Saturday nights were big, Fridays somewhat.  Some had a special weeknight to be open as well.
 - If one went unescorted or stag or only a couple who came late and couldn't find a table, there would always be space to sit on benches around the room.  People sitting there were called "Wallflowers".  You might wish to google that, it was a 'broad' word with common usage. 
 - It also was a fine place to find and ask a perfect stranger (or an acquaintance) to dance.   Oh yes, don't forget running down to Kansas, rules were different down there.

Do you care? That's Thursday's Poem

Like to know

This may be the year I come out

For a long time even my kids

They didn't know, I wouldn't tell

But they figured out they don't care

I don't tell friends most wouldn't care

When the subject comes up they talk

Want to know to them it matters

It might to me as well I'd like

We like to know from each other

I'd be proud if I'm the oldest *

* My coming out will be a revealing of my age.  Not a whole lot of people know how old I really am.  I don't tell. 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden at

http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/12/revelation.html
 - Marian's post was about coming out of he closet like mine, but for her singer find (Youtube) it wasn't about revealing one's age.

A scary (??) Poem for Friday

To the man in my garage

Dear man in my garage,

You scared the Bejesus

Right out of me

The first time I noticed

Hardly did I give

it a second thought

Come morning though the light

was on, I thought it me and

had left it on night before

But then I wondered if

You'd sneaked in during the day

when I'd left the door open

And I worried a bit

so left kitchen door locked

The second day the light

was on for no reason

During the day I heard

noises from the garage

I dared not go there

I didn't tell a soul

Dear man in my garage

Why did you come

Did you mean to scare me so

You scared the Bejesus

Right out of me

Raining and cold

I don't blame you one bit

But why'd you stay

Warmer in there but

not one bite to eat or drink

Again the third day

Come morning the light was on

I'd checked it the night before

Off

Had it with you

But didn't tell a soul

Scared

About two I went around

to the front, quietly opened

the door and then ran

Like Hell back in the house

'Cause I had the Bejesus

scared out of me

Dear man in the garage

I hoped and prayed all day

That you'd take the hint

and run far away

And if you went you'd go to stay

That night I shut the door

made sure the light was off

And prayed again that you'd gone

Come morning when I checked

the light out there was off

Now man in my garage,

please don't come back any more

For sure you scared the Bejesus

Right out of me

Still haven't told a soul 
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Hit the road Jack (lyrics)

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Isadora Gruye in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/10/creature-feature-out-of-standard.html?m=1
 - Bejesus:  definition (2nd), "—used as a noun for emphasis scares the bejesus out of me."  Merriam-Webster (Google Search)

A Poem for Thursday -- October Wind

 

October Wind 

October wind swirling 

Leaves, red yellow and brown 

Valiant, colour classic 

They try to follow wind 
.

Despair displayed they fall 

Plunging, gutter awaits 

Branches cry, murmuring 

Not what they were born for 

.

Comes new day new tenants 

Little girls with dried sticks 
Write notes in the gravel 

Here lie trees' brave soldiers 

Their struggle not in vain 

Winter home for squirrels 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/10/get-listed-october-edition.html?m=1  -
The writer (me) was to use four of these words, I chose five:

• lucid                    fiery                  twilight               silhouette                     despair
• touch                   plunge                frost                   goldcrest                      wind
• sleep                   colour                 aspect                murmuring                   coffee
• gravel                  leaf                    october                branch                          notes

A lesson in science not -- a fringe Poem

Silly things; (like)
  far away black holes

P a v e l   K r o k ........

I should write of silly things 
Things like far away black holes, 
of some space-time curvatures,   
also Newton's gravity 
Must come up with a new poem 
One that will have at least some 
connection to science theme 

Here goes:

What was here is gone 
Black holes have concept I like 
All has flown away 

Space-time curvature 
I don't know and never will 
Left day I was born 

Gravity's my friend 
She keeps me right here on earth 
Her love holds me tight 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Bjorn Brudberg in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/09/physics-with-bjorn-gravity-and-space.html?m=1

A Nonet form poem ~~ Poetry School

Poetry school is now in session

Where teachers teach and learners learn

Elements of poetry

Form Scheme Meter and Rhyme 

Rhythm, Sound paterns 

Figuratve 

Imagery 

Major 

Ones 

Next 

We learn 

Distinguished 

Poets of fame 

Shakespeare Dickenson  

Wadsworth Poe Robert Frost 

Yeats Milton Chaucer Whitman 

Sandberg Kipling e e cummings 

There's more and contemporary too



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 - Photo and Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2014 and 2018, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden at  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/09/fussy-little-forms-nonet.html?m=1 
 - Today we are writing Nonet form poems.  According to our teacher, Marian,  a Nonetheless should have nine lines, the first with nine sylabels, next eight, then seven, and so on. We could follow that starting with a one syllable line and work our way up to nine again. 
 - The Old Possum was a name Eliot assumed when he corresponded with his children and he adopted it again for this book.



a Poem with an E.E. Cummings start

in the street of the sky
night walks scattering poems

small whiskey bottles empty  
of their drink and littering for the street sweepers
used cigarette buts
longing for some unfortunate souls 
they'll be smoked until fingers hot drop them into dried grass

the sky is bleak with sadness pockets of gray soggy socks
cast off as carriers
of disease
maggots
dread sickness looms watery eyes
eyes that never see the sun

night is sorrowed shakes drops from the whisky bottles
no sleep there can be
noise
bright lights rowdy folk
heads on grungy pillows toss turn and vomit more

arising from the ilk 
night 
walks down the filthy street  
stumbling on
cracks where weeds trying to flower grow 
breathing bodies passed out 
laying on 
wilted brown grass

those awake reciting scattered poems they find
waiting
for the moon that never comes
coffee houses 
open as night fades and dawn cracks 
wine or coffee 
they take their pick


street
under
sky
at
night
crawls
walks
tries
scattering
of
poems
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2012 and 2018, All Rights Reserved ~~ Alley cat found 2012 in an alley during our visit to Dubrovnik, Croatia (link).
- I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/08/on-edge-of-starry-night.html?m=1
- Sanaa has posted a nice e.e. cummings poem at that Site. We are to take cue from his last line which I have used as my title tonight.

Reconstructing my Totem Poem ~~ a Poem of my Heritage in a new and strange way

Lollipop Pole [link] .. . . .

Building a pole today;

  a totem pole

Different than those you've seen

Starting with a base, Daddy, where?

Where did I come from, what country?

Isle of Man/England - Corkill clan

Corkills were from the Isle of Man

Country where the cats have no tails

Married a fine English lady

Germany/England - Hufendiek

Germany, Prussians, old Habsburgs

Came on a boat to New Orleans

Married English, Fletcher and Cram

So now you have it son partly

There are royalty rumors floating

Mayflower cousins Holland too

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Those are basic foundation blocks

Your aunt has written much of this

Now let's build a pole family pets

 

Two dogs while I was growing

Von a German Shepherd and then

Von was our German Police dog

Two carvings up now your puppy

Border Collie name forgotten

When we moved she stayed El Paso

Next followed by a Lassie Dog

With a goat and rooster crowing

All met with unfortunate ends

Wife had Pebbles jealous of me

Growled if I got in bed's wrong side

Pebbles got so very old died

Came Toto runt of her litter

She crawled under her fence followed

Allowed to live with us new home
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Inherited pets asked for not

Missy naughty dog unwanted

Gave son and DIL some fits

Daughter brought Adi Beagle Dog

And Amber her old tiger cat

They would stay until they both died

One more dog Katrin toy poodle

Her mother our friend had died

And willed prissy Katrin to us

Now our last, famous words "There'll be

no more."  But then our granddaughter

Her tiny Betsy fish lives here

 

Well Dad, you're a teacher of such

There's a lesson here to be learned?

 

Family ties build the foundation 

Family pets set our memory marks 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with Brendan MacClendan in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/08/weekend-challenge-totems.html?m=1

 

NaPoWriMo 2018-20 -- Day 20, a Poem, Where I love to be

 

  P p places;

    Where I've been I've liked being there 

 

Song of old, song of my time

I've forgotten all the words

Even forgotten the gist

Ch ch changes* for a start

 

Changing places thing to do

Sounds romantic move away

London Paris know them well

New York City Florida

 

Been to all the Fifty States

Not Antarctica my lands

All Oceans and many Seas

Places to visit stay not

 

More places to go love I roam

Be a tourist then go home

Have another list for you

They're places I've lived before

 

Hill country farm growing up

Old Nebraska memories

Riding my horse to high school

Under arched trees on dirt road

 

Snow, lots of it long winters

Blizzards didn't stop our school

Horse drawn wagon Father drove

Later stuck my truck snow drifts

 

Summer work elbows and dah

Construction Indian friends

Detasseling corn school chums

Help on the farm all man jobs 

All's gone now done by machine

Friends have died or moved away

Family too most things have changed

(Nor El Paso, New Hampshire)

 

Wouldn't go there family's here

friends too been here fifty years

Golf year round** Houston-Fulshear-

Katy -- MY TOWN, I like it

 

(And Texas too!!)

(Nebraska, I rebelled)

 

    [youngest granddaughter is in our area also]

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  - Pictures and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved 
    .

  - I'm writing for Sherry Blue Sky   at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/04/april-20-say-names-of-places-you-love.html . Thank you, Sherry, this write may end up  one of my favorites, listing places that I love.  I've been to many.

  - I'm also linked to Day Twenty of the NaPoWriMo,  http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-5/.  If you click on the comments with links left or you can also try 'PARTICIPANTS SITES' link at the top of their page you can read the poems submitted by other bloggers.

 - NaPoWriMo today said, "Our prompt for the day (optional as always) takes its cue from Notley’s rebelliousness, and asks you to write a poem that involves rebellion in some way."

Notes: 
*   - Ch ch changes song by David Bowie, link.
** - The Houston Metropolitan Area has 163 golf courses.  It is also in the top 10 size ranking, and generally in most rankings by certain criteria it is in places three (3), four (4), or (5).  The population within Houston City limits is now 4th, 2.6 Million, and should catch up with Chicago by time for the 2020 U.S. Census.
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