JIM'S LITTLE PHOTO AND POEM PLACE

April -- NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 14 -- and Kilmer's Tree -- a Poem for Friday Writings

"Horse Apple Tree" -- Copyright Jimmiehov 2006

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Teacher's Way

Teacher said, write a poem due Friday

So I wrote my heart out that evening

Didn't tell my mom, no help wanted

I used most all I'd learned in Grammar

Knew not poetry writing was taught

Mine showing sentences diagrammed

That wasn't how the teacher wanted

She liked nursery rhymes and songs to sing

Monday morning we compared to trees

Learned of Joyce Kilmer--tree was a poem

Learned, grammar is nothing like a tree

Learned poetry is more fun to write

Learned "I think I shall never see a Poem ... "

Learned, I think, how to use 'Metaphors"

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- Photo was previously posted Sunday, August 06, 2006 (Adi and Jonah's trees)

https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2006/08/adi-has-these-three-trees-jonah-had.html

- And January 18, 2018 (Plant a Tree for Grandmother)

http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2018/01/planting-time-poem.html

- I am linked with Rosemary at the Friday Writings #72,

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1

- Rosemary has invited us to write about writing: either write a poem about writing poetry, or tell us a story about story-telling

- I am also linked with Day Fourteen, NaPoWriMo, where we were instructed to write a Parady or Satire of a Famous Sonnet Poem, As you can see, I did not follow this prompt instruction which is optional, but I did use a famous poem to ???

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

- "0⁰" How did I get this "0⁰"?

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Labels: Fiction, Friday Writings, NaPoWriMo 2023, Poem, School, Syllabic Form, Trees

Birds, birds, so many Birds ~~ a Poem for the Friday Writings

Birds of a Feather;

light as a feather

Birds of a feather stick together

Birds that I love, feed and talk with them

They come to my place, sit on my fence

Sing from my trees, in pairs or in flocks

Birds of a feather have a problem

Their problem is I don't like feathers

Feathers are nasty, sticky, oozie

On the birds they are beauty makers

Thinking Flamingos, Peacocks, et al

But feathers I haven't touched in years

So when they nest in my tree what then

Who will take the feathers when they leave

"Light as a feather," blow all over

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- I'm linked with Rommy for the Prompt phrase at the Friday Writings #68 at

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/

Notes:

- Rommy has invited us to write about what comes to mind when we hear the phrase “light as a feather”.

- Many birds came, several times, flocks sitting up in my backyard tree. I don't know what kind they were.

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Labels: Birds, Friday Writings, Nature, Poem, Story, Story Poem, Syllabic Form, Trees

In the sun, in the shade - a Shadow Shot

Dog walks in the sun

I'm walking in cooler shade

Shadows of the trees

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- I am linked with MMT for my Shadow Shot Sunday2 of the week,

https://magicalmysticalteacher.wordpress.com/2022/08/06/shadow-shot-sunday-2-spines/

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Labels: dog, Dogs, Shadow Shots, Shadows, Trees, Walk Pictures

Trees - for dVerse, a new form, The Constanza

Tall Trees

In a far away land tall trees

Under those trees quiet and still

Feeling breeze atop a small hill

Welcoming the birds and the bees

All are greeting the smiling sun

Make ready for a day of fun

Lake water to their roots does seep

Nearby lies its source a small lake

Water for all who needs can take

It's a place I would like to be

Tralala and twiddle dede

Birds lullaby makes a good sleep

Little cottage under those trees

Whitewashed, red roof, with yellow trim

Make my home best place I have been

A far away land in the trees

Welcoming the birds and the bees

Lake water to their roots does seep

It's a place I would like to be

Little cottage under those trees

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- I'm linked with Bjorn at dVerse for a new to us form, the Constanza. Read of it here,

https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/19/meet-the-bar-with-the-constanza/

- Bjorn also supplied the photo. I print screened it and touched it up a bit.

- NOTE: Google has hijacked me and will NOT ALLOW me to leave comments on your Blogger blog unless it permits me to post Anonymous comments. Sometimes not even that liberty. (I don't allow anonymous comments on my blog because hundreds were robo-commented in an Asian language.)

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Labels: dVerse prompt, Poem, Poem forms, Syllabic Form, Trees

Sunday Muse - Tree that Was

Photography by

Kristine Wayman

Dad's day is done

his axe has dulled

shirt is salty

smelling of sweat

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They Have Left

When the tree has gone

We're left with the stump

Stumps are memories

Always they remain

The tree is no more

Tree cutters have gone

To lumber was morphed

Boards in commerce pile

Its parts will linger

They don't go away

Good times and the sad

Stay here just for us

We'll laugh a little

And we'll cry a lot

Wipe our tears away

Still the stump will stay

Buy a wooden stool

Come sit by the stump

Split a log to burn

Warm our toes

Watch the smoke

We can reminisce

Beauty--tree that was

Note: This can be read literally or metaphorically. The latter could be the aura after a child has left home.

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- Photo Prompt furnished by Carrie at The Sunday Muse #197, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/02/sunday-muse-197.html?m=1

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Labels: Artistic Interpretations, Metaphorical Poem {??}, Sunday Muse 01, Trees

Weekly Scribblings - Tree of a different kind

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The Zombie Tree

Half living and half dead

a zombie tree find

Gathers moss in the wet

it's greyed limbs are bare

Birds galore love to perch

avoid it for nests

Except eagles and owls

they nest with views

Dead looking limbs and bows

they are live within

Devouring bugs and worms

invite birds to come

Serve woodpeckers delight

be no quiet nights

Circus for Nature's wilds

oft eerie for man

Wolves and coyotes applaud

howling approval

Owls proud, announce their find

no other dare come near

Scary nights screech and howl

brave souls listening in

Still nights not for this tree

meant to be with crowds

The road is too narrow

more traffic would help

What it really likes is

having its friends near

Wolves and coyotes bugs and

worms. It likes them all

Zombie trees always dead

Biologically

Their inner spirits live

until destruction

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- I am linked with Rosemary at The Weekly Scribbling #83, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/08/weekly-scribblings-83-pay-attention.html

- Rosemary invited us to choose one object in nature, examine it closely, letting it inspire in us a sense of wonder, and then write our new poems or prose piece about it (prose to be 369 words maximum).

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Labels: Animals, Artistic Interpretations, June Bugs, Nature, Trees, Weekly Scribbling 21

Shadow Shots -- Younger Trees and Turtles

My Shadow Shot

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This is a park like flood control area. Walking trail sidewalks go all along both sides, several miles long it weaves through our neighborhood. Two blocks away our street ends at what you are seeing.

Please note the Herons fishing along the water's banks.

Also the many Turtles swimming nearby and more still farther up the Trail sunning on the bank.

Unfortunately most of the wildlife did not survive our freak for Southeast Texas hard winter freeze.

None-Shadow Shot pictures

A Favorite: "Meet Me at the Bridge; but after 'Social Distancing' is over"

Reflections: "Meeting at the Bridge," the turtle gathering place. But on this walk we had nothing for them. Must needs go to the Feed Store again.

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MMT is hosting at Shadow Shots, https://magicalmysticalteacher.wordpress.com/2021/06/26/shadow-shot-sunday-2-a-bit-of-shade/ where you can see his tall tree for today.

He also has a link for you to post yours or find others to go see.

Also look at them here,

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Labels: Shadow Shots, Trees, Walk Pictures

Weekly Scribblings -- A Boyhood Place

The Tree

The tree stood proudly out behind the house

Ropes hung from the bows, had tires attached

Homemade swings were made by the larger boys

Later in life my tree house, way up high

If you had the password you could come up

Up and read or tell stories with the kids

Passing time and abandonment ruins

Ruins all the pleasures of childhood toys

Tree houses and swings left to rot decay

They're not safe to swing or to climb up high

And then when everyone has moved to town

Or passed away the country place is sold

The new owner cares not and doesn't know

childhood play memories he doesn't have

The now old tree is bulldozed to his pile

And on a windless day it's all set fire

Note: This is the house I was born in and lived in until I left for college. It had two bedrooms upstairs and a kitchen and a living room down. My parents and my little sister slept in the bedrooms, I slept in a screened in front porch, it had three enclosed porches. None of the porches were heated and they got pretty cold in the winters. There was a tree my sister and I played in, I did make a tree house when I was old enough to be able.

After my dad and mom had died we sold the house to a fellow who had other farms too. Our Nebraska farm was small, it only had 120 acres, and the man bought it for his son. The son and his wife lived in town, they bulldozed the old house, late 1800's vintage, and most of the trees. The barns were kept.

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- I am linked with Rommy for my response to her prompt about trees at Weekly Scribbles #63, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/03/weekly-scribblings-63-trees.html

Labels: Children, Fiction, prose poem, Story Poem, Trees, Weekly Scribbling 21

NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 24 - a "Finds Poem"

(I love to find old Zombie Trees along the road. [jimmiehov 2018])

Zombie Finds

I woke up this morning at four
I couldn't sleep no more
My dream woke me up, end of night
My passion, had to write

It was of a grove of Zombie trees
Alive no longer be
But inside those skeletons lie
Spirits call to the sky

Listen and be very quiet
Spirits not gone just yet
Waiting praise and prayer might be long
Basque in their heav'nly song

And when accepted by above
They crumble to that love
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2020/04/april-2020-days-21-25.html?m=1
- which lead to Sherry Blue Sky's April 24, 2019 post, in the Imaginary Garden at https://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/04/wordy-wednesday-with-wild-woman-natural.html?m=1
- And I am linked with NaPoWriMo Day at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-four-6/

Labels: Driving Pictures, NaPoWri Mo 2020, Real Toads, Rhyme, Trees

Planting time ~~ a Poem

Plant a tree for Grandmother

We'll plant a tree in Grandmother's garden

We'll plant it were she can see

We'll pick a fine one for our Grandmother

One with limbs so strait and green

We'll pick a tree for Grandmother's garden

We'll pick a small tree to grow

With Grandmother we'll watch it grow up tall

Tall to brave the wind and rain

We'll pick a fruit tree for Grandma's garden

We'll pick one to bear her fruit

We'll pick a fruit tree for our Grandmother

An apple or an orange

We'll help pick the fruit from Grandmother's tree

We'll pick some fruit just for her

We'll make a fruit pie for our Grandmother

She'll be happy when she eats

Children plant a tree for your Grandmother

You'll make her happy indeed

Every grandmother loves her grandchildren

Please plant her a tree today

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Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2006 and 2018 Jimmiehov respectively, All Rights Reserved
- Photo was previously posted Sunday, August 06, 2006 (Adi and Jonah's trees) http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2006/08/adi-has-these-three-trees-jonah-had.html

I'm linked with Sherry Blue Sky at the Imaginary Garden, Wordy Thursday with Wild Woman ~ The Tree Sisters, where she is telling of three sisters who are seeing and taking action for the need for tree growth in our modern world,

http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/01/wordy-thursday-with-wild-woman-tree.html

Labels: Grandchildren, Personal-Challenge-2018, Real Toads, Trees

My Lemon Tree -- It doesn't fare so well

My Lemon Tree

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My lemon tree has had a hard time

Hard time in life you will agree

Potted in same pot was in the store

Regularly watered not, survived

Bees don't come here anymore. Got to

pollinate somehow. An aside here,

I taught a friend how to pollinate

Hers had almost dozen oranges

This year for the tree and me bees came

Three lemons, that's enough for a pie?

Maybe not but there won't be a pie

Lemons were forgotten in the fridge

Bees' work in vain, promises gone wrong

Lemons wait and rot, no thanks they got

Next year will the bees come? Think not

They're dying by the millions, why plant

Government doesn't care, politics

Cut taxes for rich, let the bees die

A machine can't a lemon tree make

Tree, dumb mute, can't tell you how it is

I'm Linked with Grace at Heaven at

the Real Toads, Sunday's Mini-challenge: David Huerta (Link)

It is also linked with Kerry O'Connor's Challenge at
the Real Toads, TheTuesday Platform

There Grace wrote of David Huerta, his poems and other literary work he has done. Then she challenged us to write an original poem for this Sunday's post based on his poetry or something inspired from reading his poetry.

Since I can't visualize (hardly) I decided on his poem, Fruit, which prompted me to pay a little tribute to my Lemon Tree and also a dirge (or ding) to our political scene. My senator says 'why should the U.S spend money on determining why the bees are dying and on how to save them?' I would say that the Honey Business doesn't have a very powerful lobby.

David also wrote a poem called Machinery (click here, and scroll down or click on Machinery in the index). That poem prompted me to write in my poem the line chiding the machine, which can not make a lemon tree. As if it could, would there be lemons?

Labels: Personal-Challenge-2015, Poem, Syllabic Form, Trees

Acrostic: Holly

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H O L L Y

Heaven made nature's bright

Only in the South

Lives the Savanah holly

Loving winter in front

Yards—yours and mine

Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

Written for Acrostics Only December, 2009, prompt 8, Acrostic Poem on Holly (No more than 4 no less than 3 words per line)

This one is in my front yard.

Labels: Acrostic, Acrostics Only, Poem, Trees

Wordless Wednesday #082 — Over the _ through the to _____'s house we go

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Wordless Participants
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Labels: Cats, Humor, Signs, Texas, Travel, Trees, Wordless Wednesday

Flowers in the wild -- no, not wild flowers

except for the white wild blackberry bush flowers in the first picture.
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The rest are our little red bud tree in bloom (first picture) and the azaleas in full bloom today in the second picture. Gone are the red bud flowers and the white blackberry bush blooms.

The wild, yes, because we have let this bed grow wild. As soon as people do that around here, those blackberries move in.

Labels: Flowers, Green, Jim's Life, Sunday, Trees