April -- NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 02 -- a "What is This" Write using a Word List

 

The White Queen

Under Bridge with Dick and Harry

Black Friday

 

Photo and Spine Poem are Copyright
© 2015 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

 

On August 4, 2015, I had this linked with Marian at the The Tuesday Platform

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My write for the day, April 2, 2023:

      What is this? 

What is a Song?

    It's a tune waiting to be murdered 

    by a guy like me who cannot sing 

    but he tries--utter flop 

What is an Owl? 

    An owl is a funny bird who can't 

    sleep at night, partly because 

    he has four dimensions of color 

    spectrum vision that keeps him awake 

What is an Oyster? 

    Its a little sea monster who's afraid 

    to come out of its shell; it only 

    does that when it is dying and 

    ready to be cooked or eaten raw 

What is the Fog? 

    It's a condition of the brain so
    that the one who's in it acts silly
    goofy and cannot think straight

What is a Ghost?

    It's a person who dresses in a white 

    sheet at Halloween time; he tries 

    to scare old ladies and little kids 

and a bonus,

What is a Quahog? 

    A Quahog is a word that I didn't 

    know the meaning of until I sicced 

    my Search Engine on it

    You can find it out also, just click here 

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 - Photo and Poem, Copyright,  jimmhehov 2015 and 2023 respectiverly, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo, National Poem Writing Month, for writing of five to ten of the words listed below.  You can see the instructions and will be able to read others' writings there at  

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

My word list was:

owl          generator      fog      river      clove      miracle      cyclops     oyster     mercurial     seaweed     gutter         artillery     salt      elusive      thunder      ghost      acorn      cheese      longing      cowbird     truffle     quahog         song 

Note: 

The dictionary pictured in this Spine Poem is 110 years old and had belonged to my father. We were in the process of moving and I was about to throw it away. I had been keeping it because I thought it was the one Dad 'corrected', by changing the pronunciation of Hostess to utilize a soft "O" that he had penned in. My mother would always be very upset at him and his, 'whatever' whenever he would bring this up. 

Now come to find out after my saving this dictionary for several years after Dad died (2009 at age 97) that this it is not the one he had changed. Bummer, so I had thought that I would throw it out even if it was published in 1913, making it 110 years old. A 'Spine Poem" makes a poem using the words of spines of books. Here I used some liberty in using a similar sounding but different meaning of the middle book in my stack.  You can see more of my Spine Poems by clicking here

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Friday Writings -- 13 Words, a List from Mag

           [Click on picture once or twice for larger versions]

    [photo courtesy of Texas Children's Hospital and 

                 T h e   H o u s t o n   C h r o n i c l e]

  Give the dog a bone 

  and he will love you forever 

  Just before come night 

  bone has tell-tale scent 

  He'll lick with his tongue 

  exchanging your scent for his 

  Then bury quickly 

  hides bone from oncoming storm 

  Wolves in the forest 

  and coyotes too there abound 

  By light of the moon 

  they'll come in to find his loot 

  Packs of predators 

  commotion, chaos erupts 

  Winter coming fast 

  wind howls echo through the hills 

  Dog will sing a rhyme 

  his stash safe beneath the dirt 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Magaly at the Friday Writings 13, 

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2022/02/friday-writings-13-13-words-on-13th.html

 - Magaly has invited us to share poetry or prose which includes at least 3 of the following 13 words: bone, night, tell-tale, rhyme, tongue, storm, forest, moon, chaos, winter, echo, howl, dirt. 

 - Underlined, I used all thirteen. 

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Word List -- Gingerbread, an Acrostic Flash 55 poem

g i n g e r b r e a d 

gingerbread, not your 

imitation plate 

nor is liked by all 

gingerbread tasty 

even if it kills 

radio man screams 

blaring TV howls 

ripening odor 

electric hatchet 

autopsy slow 

dizzy dead cows smell 

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved  

 - I am linked with Shay for her Word Garden Word List # 8

at http://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2022/01/word-garden-word-list-8-russell-edson.html 

  - My write is 55 syllables not counting the title, hence a Flash 55 poem

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Shay's Word List:

autopsy            gingerbread 

bravo                hatchet 

cellar                imitation 

clogged            postponed 

cows                 radio  

discussing       scar 

dizzy                 tasty 

electric             tusks  

funny                vicarious 

ghost                 years

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Word List Poem - Jump

    Fickle 

Fickle was his last spoken word 

She'd broken his heart one last time 

Heartache.

Having the blues too mild for him 

He was off to do the Big J 

Jump.  

From a tall building he would Jump 

Jump and end a bundled heap 

Wounded and weary, crying not 

Naive. 

Believing a two-timer lass 

Ones like her drive men to the drink 

Drank he did, like a lonesome mate 

Highrise.

Look up, he's there on the flat roof   

One, two, three, Leap!! 

                  Down, 

                            down, 

                                       goodbye 

das Ende 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Shay for her Word Garden Word List #6 posted below.  http://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2021/12/word-garden-word-list-6-laura-marling.html?m=1 

 - My write is to have at least three of them.  I have used a couple more.

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bell

blues

broke

bullshit

crying

December

dust

fallen

fickle

holy

hunter

lonesome

naive

peculiar

ring

sand

skin

spoken

wild

wounded

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Poem, Endless Love

Formerly posted April 28, 2020 

for NaPoWriMo Day 28 -

Without Numbers;

Too many to count 

My love for you begins at South 

It climbs mountains to wink at stars 

And goes back down into the dale  

Zillions and zillions times over 

Each step each blink of eye 

My love for you filling my mind 

I know you feel the same for me 

Numberless as the beach buggers 

Smacking lips wishing for fresh fish 

Consumes us both my love for you 

Your love for me we do exchange 

Till we reach North which never comes 

Numberless steps before it ends 

Love made from all the sweet flowers 

Numberless in themselves we coo 

Coo and cuddle will never end 

I love you you love me dizzy 

Up and down those high hills higher 

Higher and higher our love grows 

Numberless buggers North as well 

Blessed in High Heaven is our love 

 - Poem and Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
 - Links:
 - - Skylover at https://kerryoconnorsother.blogspot.com/2020/03/a-skylover-wordlist-3030.html?m=1 for Wordlist prompt, "Numberless"
 - - Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2020/04/april-2020-days-26-30.html?m=1
 - - NaPoWriMo Day 28 at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-eight-6/
 - - Rommy in the Writer's Pantry, May 3, 2020, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1

A Poem for Weekly Scribles.

  http://clipart-library.com/clipart/gTeoGR6Rc.htm

Ultimatum?
She was warned.
She was given an explanation.
Nevertheless, she persisted.

Rebuttal?
She was warned  "Horde no more" 
To which she promptly said
You are being a boar
It's shampoo for my head  

I'm getting no younger 
Live my life like I wish 
You'd kill me from hunger 
Mere spinach in my dish 

Bonkers!  She was given 
an explanation, but 
Still no avail, bidden 
to her own muddy rut 

(Hope they don't find my keys) 
I may wish to travel 
While I still have some cheese 
Sometimes hungry as Hell 

You'd best behave yourself 
But nevertheless, she 
persisted, like dour elf 
(I'll hang on to my key) 

(Pills, under my covers ) 
Toasted raisin bread, jam  
and cream cheese like mothers 
(Too rough my life can end) 

My Choices
Unspoken
(Travel with hidden keys
or
Die orchestrated death)
(Do all have an escape)
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
 - Photo courtesy of free to blogs, "Bryan Cave Benefits and Executive Compensation Blog - Clip Art Library",
 -I am linked with Magaly Guerrero in Weekly Scribbles at  https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/03/weekly-scribblings-12-nevertheless-she.html?m=1 .  Magaly wanted us to write a poem using the three lines this first started with.  Together or dispersed within the poem, I chose the latter.

A Poem - 55-Word Flash and Word List

 

Scammer Remorse

Underworld profits beckoning 

Colonnade pillared mansion needs 

Seethe as the suckers surely will 

Crescent moon shines over us both 

Faint and fainter it's image grows 

Sunshine day after tomorrow 

East still the brightening  suns will rise 

Brooding no longer they will be 

Foolish people come every day 

Silver lines their pockets for me 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked with Kerry at her home of my ten word list, https://kerryoconnorsother.blogspot.com/2020/02/a-skylover-wordlist-sufferance-at-dawn.html?m=1 

 - I am also linked with Magaly  Guerrero at the Writer's Pantry at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/02/writers-pantry-5-tiny-light-at-end-of.html?m=1

 - This is a 55 Word Flash Poem having 55 words with the title.

Saturday Morning Poem, "Traveled to ..."

Traveled to ...

Calling all poets, "do a write for today 
on three of your favorite towns"   
Alright, I will try.  There are so many,
I've been to all fifty states

London and Paris are on my list,
aren't they on everyone's?  Been to London
the most, probably visits would add up
to several months, try five?  Well, more than four.  
Last time was this spring  

Visits to London have been my favorite
ever since way before I ever went
Before my days at school even, I learned
one must "look under the Queen's chair for ...
for the little mouse living there" 

By golly now, I have done that, 
my first visit to London I did,
back in the eighties.  Mouse was gone

Paris is next, I've been all over France
Time spent rivals that in the U.K. 
Eat your heart out, but I love going there  

Favorite thing there is eating a hot dog  
You can get them along the Seine from a stand,
try to see, it maybe near the Eifel? 
This one there will be a nice long but thin
sausage stuck inside a cut to length baguette  

Tell them before if you want mustard, they
will squeeze it into the hole in the bread
before poking the dog on down.  Now walk
along the Seine, taking in the boats and sights

Or at a pub (don't say that word in France)
it will be two sausages laying on
a small loaf, French bread, longer than batard 
Lying underneath those dogs will be a
little lettuce, wilted from the oven's heat  
On top is melted cheese, probably Swiss  
Add a cut tomato laying along
the sides, broiling just a bit with the cheese

You'll get it hot from the oven, Yummy  
Mustard and onions to suit, and head for
the street again.  Or have it there with a drink

My last of three will end, old stomping grounds
Lots of firsts there, some can't be told, ever 
Worst I will tell is when the town marshal
called me in to the principal's office

We are at Tekamah, Nebraska, small 
There you will find the world's best high school 
Graduate young there, try sixteen  
Your English teacher may be twenty or
twenty-one.  For sure young enough for a
high school teacher crush

But across the street and up a block is
the best place in town to visit.  Called the
Burt County Museum, it's open a few
days a week, check before you come.  For sure
it'll be open on Saturday but
never on a Sunday

Come May there will be "Coffee on the Porch"  
(act like a native but you can not hide) 
on the last Saturday morning before
the Alumni Banquet at the City 
Auditorium.  Free, small donation?

That's my list, I hope you endured.  I did,
living every minute and more here on
my writing machine back in 'Mega' Texas

[Mrs. Jim and KP at Brighton Beach, I stayed in London that day]
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A bunch of London pictures: 

And now Paris and some France pictures:

Finally,Tekamah and Burt Country, Nebraska:

 

And now Paris and some France pictures: 

 

Finally,Tekamah and Burt Country, Nebraska:

[Four of we nine cousins, Jim, Jack, John, and Jean (with spouses)]

[click on any picture for larger viewing - ask about any in a comment, I'll answer soon (or later)]

Photos and Poem Copyright 2016, @ Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

I am linked with grapeling in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Travel: Get Listed for August.

http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/08/travel-get-listed-for-august.html

His request: "This month, the twist on the list is this: pick *at least* 3 cities / locations that you have visited, want to visit, or wish you never had. Can be fact or fiction. Why were/are you there? What did you do / are you doing there? Are they, or how are they connected?  All in iambic pentameter.  :) Just kidding. Form not required."

My photos are from a search of my other blog, Jim's Little Blog, mostly here:
 - London visits: http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=London
 - Paris visits: http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=paris
 - Tekamah visits:  http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=Tekamah
 - "Hot Dog" visits:  http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=hot+dog