Time, time to ... -- another Poem for Tuesday

 

 

Time, Three Ladies in a ...

 

Rub dub, Dub Dub Dub, Three Ladies Lying

Lying in the bed, with all their clothes on

Perhaps their shoes are under the bed, eh?

 

One is recovering from surgery

Bunion surgery of all ails, fitting

Fitting the lifestyles for which she has lived

 

Would you know which one, which lady

Only one for this time, her time for sure

Time for everything, Toe restoration

 

Three generations, grandmother, daughter

With the granddaughter stuck in the middle

Daughter had those crutches ready, her time

 

'Nuf said about that, what have they done there

Didn't eat a meal, nor sing any songs

No jumping on the bed, one's not ready

 

They read books, talked, two watched "The Price is Right"

Then I came along, they posed for pictures

It was their time, who is there to complain

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Photo and Poem Copyright, 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, The Tuesday Platform,  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/02/the-tuesday-platform_27.html bub

 - And on November I, 2022  posted for Friday Writings # 51 with Rosemary's new Prompt, the word "Three", at  

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2022/11/friday-writings-51-power-of-three.html?sc=1667551483051&m=1#c3021485893940583124

 - Sanaa introduced us to T.S. Eliot's final long poem collection, of four poems called "Four Quartets".  He was seeing some dismal times and times for hope, much of it during the earlier days of WWII.  I plan to read it.

 _ King Solomon of old, Old Testament Bible times, wrote his dismal outlook poem, Ecclesiastes, which became a Book of the Christian Bible.  Chapter three is about time, I liked "a time for living, a time for dying" probably best: (link)

 "¹ To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

² A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; ...
^{... 11} He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.
¹² I know that there is no good in them, but for a man to rejoice, and to do good in his life."
 - The Byrds, in Turn, Turn, Turn, also wrote a song about time (the lyrics), much of it is a quote from Ecclesiastes 3.  You will recognize it:

 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4ga_M5Zdn4 

 

 - Now I plan to go hide, read my T.S, Eliot book, Practical Cats, a collection of his Cat Poems.  And soon also I will watch a video of the Musical, "Cats" which uses many of the poems from this book.  I might even read some Eliot's book, "Four Quartets", read Ecclesiastes 3, and listen over and over to this Byrds' song.  Oh yes and read other writing from the links posted on the Imaginary Garden today.  Thank You Sanaa.

A Poem for the Tuesday Platform

 [Model A Ford parked in the church lot on a

Sunday Morning (click picture for larger size)]

 

Over the hill

Over the hill and through the woods

Used to say, "when I'm old and gray"

But now I'm there Grandma is gone

My dear Grandma has passed away

Where she has gone I think I know

Over the hill and through the wood 

On the porch she's waiting for me

I was her favorite of our brood

She always had stories to tell

And homemade cookies in her jar

Over the hill and through the woods

Took me for rides in her old car

That was years ago now I'm old

Stories I have they must be told

Four of my toy Cast Iron 1:18 scale Model Ford Convertibles, 1956 Sunliner, 1937 Cabriolet, 2003 Mustang GT, and 1965 Mustang.  (I have had a real '56 Ford Sunliner Convertible and still own a '98 GT Mustang Convertible.)
[click on the picture for  a larger size, click again for 'super sized']   

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019 (poem) and 2015 (link) and 2016 bottom photo, All Rights Reserved

 - I am linked with Rommy in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/08/the-tuesday-platform_13.html?m=1 

A Tuesday Ditty

That

That was what made me strong
That was what made me love
That was what kept me brave
That was to last me all day

That was your kiss this morn 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/08/the-tuesday-platform.html?m=1

 - Although 32 words with a Flash title I did not write it with a Flash Poem in mind.  The 'Garden' flash designation was a leftover from Sunday's cute last minute write.  I am sorry about that.

A strange Poem for Open Tuesday Platform

Why the moon

Why that bright round object in moonlit sky

Frustrated by its power over me

Causes me to howl with the baying wolves

Waste of time I know but I do it still

Bite the ladies on their necks suck some blood

Brings no intrinsic value to my self

There's calories naught--not in my food chain

It's the look on their faces that I seek

Magic pull that I feel not, still there's tides

Strange acts belie my royal heritage

The way I talk way I walk even drive

Meet me on the highways you should take care

The moon me and rest of the family

Royal inbreeding has taken its toll

Affects us even down to our web toes

Hapsburg jaws Rothschild's noses tell on us

Dark secret here revealed that dratted moon

Gets all the blame for our weird doings strange 

"Big Moon" by Alicia Dunn, 2017

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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2919, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Anmol (alias HA) in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/07/the-tuesday-platform-moon-moments.html?m=1

 - Note:  for now my wolves will be "baying."  Some say that only Dogs bay.  Read, "https://www.dailydogdiscoveries.com/difference-between-dog-howling-and-baying/  "

Cupid's Arrow -- a Poem for the Tuesday Platform

My heart      has a
Cupid's arrow slanting
upwards from bottom to top.

I guard it strongly within

the pages of my Bible.

I take it out at

random times
to show
my
Love 

She shot the arrow.

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/07/the-tuesday-platform.html?m=1 

 

A Tuesday Haibun Poem for the Tuesday Platfom

Art by Cassie Kerns ,
from The Imaginary Garden
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My Fifth Lifetime;

working at NASA, helping

with Apollo Lunar Missions 

It was in my1,2,3,4,5,6,7, oops during the fifth lifetime when I was working at NASA, the Johnson Manned Space Center, Houston, Texas (Number One is High School, when I became a real person.

I was an Aerospace Engineer working for Ford Aerospace Division, or perhaps as a Philco Tech Rep Engineer which was purchased by Ford while I was working there, 1964 to 1979.  I was holding an Engineering slot as a college dropout with Experience in Lieu of a Degree. 

Technically my job then was a Digital Telemetry and Data Processing Engineer.  This was the first to use a newly developed state of the art telemetry processor to identify and sort the various astronaut, spacecraft, rocket, and experiment parameters that were downloaded and now would be shown on the Flight Control console displays and meters.  Some were saved for later scientific study.

Our equipment was in two large rooms, each backup for the other in case of breakdown.  We had no breakdown that day of July 16, 1969 during Apollo 11 Lunar Landing, nor any during the entire mission.  We did have TV monitors to watch the proceedings as you may have seen at home plus numerous other activities which were not broadcast publicly.

Finally a couple of weeks later we were still processing data at splashdown time.  This called for cigars all around.  We would get ours by going through double doors which lead to the control room.  At that time most Aerospace Engineers and Technicians were men, but the women were getting their cigars as well.  I do not know of any of those with us who smoked theirs although I have known women who would smoke a cigar.

Afterwards, I left NASA December 31, 1969 soon after I finished my final graduation.  During the eleven years of college, mostly at night, along with working 50 to 60 hours a week around mission time.  I had three new degrees, an Associate Degree in Pre-engineering, a Bachelor of Science in Economics, and a Juris Doctorate of Law by that time. 

My next job would be a full time Professor of Business Studies at San Jacinto College with three campuses in the Houston Area.  Had I stayed at NASA, I was a Senior Engineer by now, I would have been a Manipulator Arm Specialist in Flight Control Simulations Branch.

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From Engineer

to College Professor

Busy Life Number Five

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Anmol (Ha) in the Imaginary Garden at  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/07/the-tuesday-platform-tired.html?m=1

A Poem for The Tuesday Platform

I came early

I came early that's been my life

The dew was still on the grass

When my momma made her egg

Special egg didn't take long

Egg soon was found early too

Made alive and I was born

Smiling, eight months and I came

Crooked leg and squinty eye

Early kid I grew so fast

Don't remember much about

Growing up there on a cloud

Or in a hole under ground

Few things I do remember

Model A Ford package shelf

Ride to Grandma's to wash clothes

And tell Grandma what I knew

My dog died when I was six

Love life before fertile ways

Early teen age eleven

Squinty kid was smart in school

Laughing mother broom in hand

Laughed and chased me out of house

This poem has got me to here

Life Number One lived, early

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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/the-tuesday-platform_25.html?m=1
 - Open Tuesday is not prompted, this little Bio could start again at my age fourteen. Maybe it will another Tuesday when I wake and can't sleep at 4AM, early.  Oh yes, it's mostly true. But does anyone care?
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Well, ...? Dumpy Chicken Poem

Foolish Chicken;

  the way I am

Am I going Whacko or what

When I get up in the morning

and announce the chicken I am

The always dumpy chicken sits

What is it thinking of or does

it think at all?  Sure I don't think

Or do I first stretch, flap my arms

Feeling cocky, crow if I could

Look at my mate kiss on her cheek

Never know, lots of in betweens

Do I scratch around beak and feet

No worms, ones I caught got away

Last night's gecko quiet, now still

Dead to world I'da let him out

Ran scared of me he chose to hide

Around that's the way my world's hatched

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Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019
I'm linked with Rommy in the Imaginary Garden at the Tuesday Platform, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/the-tuesday-platform-slow-down-and-feel.html?m=1

A Tuesday Poem -- Getting Old

This Room

Sitting by the door

It's my life now

I sit here and wait

It's a nice room

I picked it while I could

Not where I wanted to be

Things we had before

Marjorie and me,

Was told I could bring

Not the bed it might not work

My dresser and a little table

There's a chair for you

The soft green one we had

It sat by the chair for you

You'd sit and write while I slept

Sometimes I'd be awake

You didn't know but I was

Watching you compose

A tear is coming now

I'll pause and savor the thought

Innocent you were then

Not your fault it just was

Was the end coming near

While you sat and wrote

Sitting by the window

In the green chair that I brought

When you finished writing

You'd tip toe to my side

and kiss me on my cheek and my arm

You didn't know I was awake

Awake and watching you write

Watching you pause look my way

Then you'd come after you wrote

Now I sit by this door

and smile and wipe another tear

They wheeled me here to wait

It isn't you that will come

I hope it is one of our kids

Likely I'll say your name

I'll know it wasn't you who

kissed my cheek and said their name

They don't mind when I say your name

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- Photo and Poem Copyrighg, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/the-tuesday-platform.html?m=1
 - Dad died in 2007 at the age of 97.  These are thoughts my dad might have had at his nursing home room.  He had fallen and broken his hip which could not be repaired.  So he spent the last two years of his life in bed or in a wheel chair.  They might be your thoughts or mine some future day.
 - The chair is from my parent's home, we have it now.
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A Tuesday Senryu Tanka Poem

Oscar a rabbit

Went to the queen's dinner dance

Missed the queen so sad

Queen too was sad when she heard

Said come back--both happy now

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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Anmol (Ha) in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/the-tuesday-platform-dance.html?m=1
 - Sequell. This is an abrieviated version of a "homework" story I wrote in play school for my teacher, granddaughter KP.  In my story the queen and the rabbit became friends, both lived happily ever after.

A Tuesday Thinking Poem

It's Gone Away

What would it take
to reclaim a dollar misspent

Gone forever
Dollar for folly gone astray

It's on my mind
can't get it off how hard I try

Haunts me at night
in the dark it keeps me from sleep

And in the day
thoughts of that buck haunt me at work

Errant money
I'd rather have thrown it away

Than now to know
out there somewhere wasting away

Seed desert sown
will never take root sprouts will dry

Like a lost pup
Puppy do you thirst do you eat

Never come back
wishing for new love hold you tight

Wolves devour
they could care less fill their bellies

Dollar astray
never to come back not forgot

Do you hunger
do you miss me like I miss you

Always thinking
always wonder where are you now
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/05/the-tuesday-platform_28.html?m=1
 - Sanaa found us a poem where the writer is lamenting the fate of a lost kiss, this will be my answer, [To Find A Kiss Of Yours] by Federico García Lorca - 1898-1936
 - What are your thoughts?

Waiting for the end of May -- a Tuesday ditty

May Drinks;
 make way for June 

May's drink half way over
Her party ending
June bugs awakening
From a deep deep sleep
Cows are seeking new fields
Fresh bells this season

They're dancing to my tune, piano plays
We'll kick our heels
Summer drinks on ice

May counting for her end
Flower petals fall  
June polishing her halls
Weddings bring high bucks
Cows and their youngsters set
Calves weaned and ready

We're dancing to my tune, piano plays
We kick our heels
Summer drinks on ice
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Rommy  in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/05/the-tuesday-platform-going-buggy.html 
 - Tuesday at the Imaginary Garden is open forum for any poem but if would like a start Rommmy suggested to Think Bugs.  That was the reason for the June Bugs that I mentioned in the first stanza.

 - I've posted a lot of "Not June Bugs" here, at "The June Bug Collection".

Another Tuesday poem

From "The Chicken Dinner", 2016, 

http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2016/02/my-poem-chickened-out-for-sunday-mini.html

Watch the Chickens

 

I'm standing here in the corner

looking across into the room

Why I'm standing here I don't know

There is no place I want to go

That dear was my plight this morning

Like a chicken just standing there

Three others in the room active

Chicken no place it wants to go

The others are doing their thing

Things to do with places to go

One to school another to work

The helper may end up like me

You could too when nothing to do

When you're through and no place to go

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2016 and 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/05/the-tuesday-platform.html?m=1

Day 23 -- NaPoWriMo 2019

Cousin to the Easter Bunny
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I am a little Grey Rabbit

No dark rabbit hole for my home

Sleep in a large green padded box

Share it with a whole bunch of toys

Infused with kindness smile ingrained

From a grey sock red and white toed

Kind little lady imparted

with each needled stitch love portion

Not seeking greatness or riches

Hanging out with my toddler friend

I love him he drags me around

By my ear arm or leg he pulls

Some day I'll be outgrown cast off

Choose me next and you I will love

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/04/the-tuesday-platform-gather-around-for.html?m=1
 - and with NaPoWriMo Day 23 at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-three-5/

Day 09 ~~ NaPoWriMo

My Dream List

My dream list is zilch this morning

If I dreamed last night didn't know

Goes for entire year so far (so far)

I used to dream repeating dreams

Dreamt my computer program crashed

One I didn't finish writing

Instead changed jobs in the middle

Got to Space anyway, wonder

In my other dream I was back

Back in college but didn't go

Skipped all but the final exams

Lost one class couldn't find its room

Don't remember any others

Recurring ones have stopped as well

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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/04/the-tuesday-platform-understand-that.html?m=1
   And
- I'm also linked with NaPoWriMo at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-nine-5/

A Tuesday Ditty, a Senyru

Boxes

I save boxes

Large ones, small ones, middle sized 

Do you need one?

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Anmol (a.k.a. HA) in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/03/the-tuesday-platform-let-path-go-on.html?m=1

Top of the Hill;
hill literally or
stack of poetry books

When I reach the top of his hill

There I'll indulge in memories

Of one who reached the pinnacle

Home he's built, a writer renown 

Writers write for purpose, readers

Those inspired by his ideas  

Entertained and educated

Readers he must have, why he writes

To be remembered when he's done

By the home built or stack he's piled

On the hilltop where he retired 

Folk will climb up there honor him 

Mere wall of windows face the sea 
Poet's inspiration portal 
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[ Former 2-19-2919 last two lines: 
Ooh and awe, study, memorize

This day's hill Pablo Neruda ]

[Click on picture for larger size

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/03/the-tuesday-platform.html?m=1 

AND also on February 19, 2019 :

 - I'm linked with Anmol (HA) in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/02/the-tuesday-platform-cowardice-and.html?m=1 

 - We visited Valparaiso, Chile, on December 21 of 2016. Mrs. Jim and I hired a taxi to tour the town for the entire afternoon.  Towards the end of the day we drove up the little mountain and visited the home of Pablo Neruda.  Read more of that visit here, and scroll down to (4).of that post.

Picking up crumbs

When is the crumb too big

to pick up with a wet finger

Spit expended that way 

enzymes wasted on a clean floor

When does one choose a pig

the stanchions are full of clean cows

Love wasted both ways are

dreams no longer in your control

Crumbs on wet fingers go

against the grains of common sense

Pigs on the loose always

trouble for other young ladies

Feed your pigs and cows crumbs

love your young lady do her well

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wet your cow

milk the pig

they won't love you

love the moment

here for the day

it won't last

sincere young lady

picks her boy well

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 - Photo and Poem and Copyright, 2011 and 2019 respectively

 - I'm linked with Anmol (aka HA) in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/search/label/The%20Tuesday%20Platform 

 - I dropped a fairly large cracker piece in the kitchen the other night but could pick it up by spit on my finger (ladies, this a man thing I'm sure).  That was part of my bedtime snack.  I couldn't sleep, partly because I had the title and first line in my head for a poem.  I did go to sleep before I finished writing  (on Smart Phone) on the side of my bed and have been piddling with this since.

 - The young couple's photo I took on the Abbey Road, a block from the famous crossing during one of our numerous holidays (2011) there to visit our young grandchild (and daughter and SIL) .  The next corner ahead is the famous Beatle album cover of them crossing.  http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-single-impression-love-2.html (my 2011 photo and post)

https://www.earthcam.com/world/england/london/abbeyroad/?cam=abbeyroad_uk (Abbey Road Cam - like Texas, pedestrians have right-away if the crossing is marked)

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