April's Love

April's Love 

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It was the best of months, the worst of  months

married young, so good it's hard to describe

tender and sweet, closely entwined, young love

Young marriages may not last, seasons change

bitterness and sorrow, brokenhearted 

storms throw down their nests, the flowers die

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Photos and Poem Copyright
© 2014 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

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Again I am posting this little poem, in honor of the birds in the picture nesting.  

A house guest dropped one bird on the table, the little bird broke.  Too.many small pieces to glue back together, they were a wedding present 48 years ago.

Posting with the Writer's Pantry #84, Magaly has charge this week, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/08/writers-pantry-84-lets-read-up-storm.html

Today I am  linked to the Real Toads, Words Count with Momma Zen

 (My word count is forty-six)

"In his masterpiece The Waste Land, poet T.S. Eliot 

describes April as the cruelest month," Mom Zee asked,

"Give me the best and worst of April, then render a verdict . . . in 66 words or less."

Now We Remember

Storing up trouble 

When the lights go out 

Tell the truth, shame the Devil

The forgotten sister 

The forgotten sister 

Tell the truth, shame the Devil 

When the lights go out 

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Photo and Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

I am linked with Rosemary in the Writer's Pantry #74,  at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/06/writers-pantry-74-words-words-glorious.html?m=1

Writer's Pantry Poem for Today

Take Note 

Are you a note taker? 

A note believer I am 

First day lectures I say 

To my class, "Take Good Notes 

Your Tests will be over 

the stuff you need to know 

If it's in your text book 

and what I say in class 

but not my corny jokes 

All I say you jot down 

After class rearrange 

Make a study outline 

Fill in holes, stuff you missed 

and things from your book that 

were not covered in class 

Now make a shortened one 

Study what you don't know 

Review in your spare time 

Every student I've had 

Who made an "A" took notes" 

 - You are welcome to visit my Seasonal Posts on "jim's little Christmas tree farm" blog.  https://jimmiehov7.blogspot.com/?m=1 

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- Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Magaly Guerrero at Writers’ Pantry #50, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/12/writers-pantry-50-how-do-you-take-your.html 

 - This is true, I told the above to every class I taught at San Jacinto College, Business Law, Entrepreneurship, and Intro to Business.  

 - Please excuse the photo for having a U of H sticker.  I have an Associate Degree from San Jac and two others from the University of Houston.  All three attained while working full time at NASA Houston.

A Flirty and Winky Poem

[photo furnished by Fireblossom] 

Winkem and Blinkem; 

   winking girls  

Winkem was a little flirt and  

Blinkem was a flirt wannabe

Winkem learned to wink from her dad

Blinkem never could so she blinked 

Then that day on the porch Voilà!!

Out of nowhere came that wonder

Wondrous talent, she was winking

Winking at the dogs kittens too

Soon walked near a cute young fellow

Winking she tried but only blinked

Wise sister told "Afraid you can't

That pleasure will come in your teens"

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
 - Photo from Fireblisom for my last post for her prompt then, Sunday Muse #113 at http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-sunday-muse-113.html?m=1
 - This Poem is linked with Sanaa  Rizvi in the Writer's Pantry  at  https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/06/writers-pantry-25-summer-solstice.html?m=1
 - My previous poem with these girls is at https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2020/06/a-poem-for-sunday-muse-113.html?m=1

A Poem for Writer's Pantry

      Josh Hild, Downtown, Unsplash

Life Goes On;
  for some it does

Life goes on
that's been my lecture for years
That I was told when
my first doggy died
For some it did but not for Von
Our latest dog, Adi died several year ago
I missed them dearly and for me it has not gone on
And my tears wouldn't bring them back

Life goes on
That was what I was told
But for my dear grandfather it did not
He was my pal
My comforter when things got rough at home
And my tears wouldn't bring him back

Life goes on
Minnie was my pony all mottled and white
But to me she was shiny and bright
Though she was old
for me she learned to jump
Autumns were hot but
the thee miles to school were but naught
and in the cold snowy blowing winds
she didn't seem to mind
For her my tears wouldn't
bring her back

Life goes on
That's what I was told when
my wife and mother of my four kids
left for a new life
She'll be back, those were her mother's words
But she was not
For her my tears have stopped
We both have had new lives
for the better

Life goes on
Getting old means old friends and new pass away
They do, all around
We miss them but they are
gone to stay
For them our tears don't
bring them back

Life goes on
That's what we are told when
People in our hood die at the hands of the law

They didn't mean to kill, . . . . . . 

most, even when police lives are on the line

But . . . . . .

When arrested and she dies in jail hanged herself
for changing lanes without signaling

Or . . . . . . .  

when their doors are broken down
faulty warrant based on suspicion and lies innocent couple,
our neighbors shot and killed
(a warrant factory based on lies and hate hundreds were finally set free)

Or . . . . . .  

when a local
moved to Minnesota and was killed by choking,
knee on neck, even when
he cried out loud, "I can't breath!!!"
Those were neighbors we have missed
our tears won't bring them back

BTW, Big Floyd's farewell service will be held next week here in Houston, Texas, where he grew up. 

our tears won't bring him back 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
 - Photo copied from Sanaa at the link below
 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi at the Writer's Pantry #22, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/05/writers-pantry-22-onward-june.html  
 - I started this Saturday night but hadn't wanted to post it.  But for myself it needs to be said.  Big Floyd will be missed.  He attended school in our neighborhood, played pro football for the Cleveland team, moved to Minnesota for employment, and had played with a Hip Hop music group here in Houston.  I have a feeling that his funeral will be shown on BET-TV (DirecTV channels 329 and 329-1, Dish at 124).
https://www.bet.com/music/2020/05/27/big-floyd-houston-rapper.html

A Country Girl Poem

This Naughty Girl

This naughty girl is not for naught 
Her toys are words learned on the farm
Amidst the cows pigs and horses
She came to town did she ever

Smallish town farmers brought their eggs
Sold the eggs and showed their daughters
Saturday night their groceries bought
Kicked the tires while girls met their friends

Sitting on sidewalk benches she 
Dropped her hankie gave boys her wink 
Didn't dare go walking with one 
When her dad's in town kicking tires 

When she had a car of her own 
She'd drive it to the town next down 
Loaded with girls they'd cruise main street 
Boys would call out she'd flash her lights 

And when she comes to town they"ll know 
Lucy farm girl was on the prowl 
A simple girl who likes the boys 
I'll Cruise Main Street not naughty girl  

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020 and 2015, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with  Magaly Guerrero at Writer's Pantry # 20 for Msy 17,
https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/05/writers-pantry-20-name-by-any-other.html
 - Note: On weekend nights in my days the young would cruise Main Street, Lincoln Nebraska, boys and girls in separate cars, or mixed.  They'd flirt and sometimes mix.  Or do a little street racing, my car was hopped up and fast.  The drive-ins were popular too.  Oh yes, there was a girl, Lucy, almost every weekend night in a late model Ford, full of girls.

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

NaplPoWriMo 2020 Day 19 -- Poem, A Morning at the Pier

        Postcard photo from Margart-

        of Artistic Interpretations 

At the Pier 

Here I am sitting

Here I sit dangling my legs

On this pier my thoughts are born

My dreams are wished, feet get washed

My wishes disclosed 

COVID 19, go away

For Rainbow's end Pot of Gold

Food on table and food line

And my feet get washed

The fishes swim over them

I don't need soap--wouldn't work

Big fish I'll grab with my net

And then?

Wave goodbye to fish and  ships

Dog glad to have me come home

Make us some  food fish and chips 

Jim's Happy Beagle, Adi 

https://youtu.be/4qGUaj8Jb60

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
  - I am linked with Margaret at Artistic Interpretations,  https://postcardartisticinterpretations.blogspot.com/2020/04/artistic-interpretations-3-moonlight.html?m=1
 - I'm also linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Writer's Pantry at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/04/writers-pantry-16-april-prepares-us-for.html?m=1
 - And with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2020/04/april-2020-days-16-20.html?m=1
 - And with NaPoWriM Day 19 at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-nineteen-5/

A Poem for Sunday Writers

Him 

He's shaved she squealed  
Him I like that way 

He showered and shaved 

How could you tell that  
His beard's always messed 

He smells like a ...(duck) 

Have his mess to clean 
He smells real good though 

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 - Poem  and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked to Rommy in the Writer's Pantry at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/03/writers-pantry-12-you-gotta-know-when.html?m=1 

It also works in tribute of our Houstons Kenny Rigers but the selfie is of me in the mirror dodging my beard's shavings.  His beard was much thicker than mine, darker too. 

A Pi Poem for Pi Day (3.14) along with my Writer's Pantry Poem

Pi R Good 
(A Pi Day Senryu)

I like lemon Pi

Yesterday was Strawberry

Tomorrow Di-et 

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"I didn't say that"

Read, "Let us taste each other’s words"
Was the Poet's admonition **
Way the world communicates
We say and hear we show and watch

Lest we get it wrong plenty find
Wrong transmission or reception
Purposefully said fake news, lie
A lie, nice way is said 'fake news'

'Heard it wrong' denies ignorance
'Didn't say that,' an outright lie
From whose lips these false statements come?
Whose ears incite to lie some more

Not yours nor mine, it could not be
And politicians don't take blame 
Candied words can seem delicious.  
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2010, 2020, htand 2020, All Rights Reserved
 - 2010  "Smiley Guy" photo was taken and first posted here,  https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2010/09/smile-we-passed-on-street-started-with.html?m=1,  taken when we were at Gdansk, Poland, during our 2010 Baltic Sea cruise.  He was standing beside a street doorway to a small shop.  I have used him a lot on this blog going under the alias of "Flirty Guy" because I first used him in a 'flirting poem.'  See his Label below.
 - Pi and Pie photos are my screen shots from Pillsbury "31 Pi Day Pies", here

 - I am linked with Magaly Guerrero in the Writer's Pantry, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1

** Magaly's words.  She also said,  "(words can be rather nutritious, I’ve been told)", adapted to my bottom line.

I've almost always, perhaps always, written as poem or a ditty for Pie Day, March 14 (3.14) .  Things slipped up on me this year so this Senryū will have to do.

A Riot Poem for Weekly Scribnling

Anonymity, suggestibility;
and contagion
(Riot of 1952)

'Twas a charged day, restless students
Friday afternoon, pep rally
Students charged some more, someone said
"Mainstreet"

Up from the stadium they marched
11th Street full, walk to walk
Turned down "O" Street, now five blocks crowd
Forty thousand strong

Student riot they said, uncontrolled
But as riots go, really calm
No cars overturned, none were burned
Windows and garbage stood

Marching on, singing as they went
"On Nebraska, good old Nebraska U..."
Up 17th, to the dorm row,
Pace quickened

Boy's dorms were left, frat houses right
Further north, girl's residences
Doors locked windows shut, were no bar
Panty raid!

There the boys raided at will, sigh
Underwear first, then some trinkets
Fun by all, girls too, no one hurt
No one arrested 

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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Magaly Guerrero at Weekly Scribbling, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/03/weekly-scribblings-9-contagion.html?m=1

- Magaly"s suggestion was that we use "“Contagion”—social contagion, or metaphorical contagion, or biological contagion… the choice is yours."

From a google search:
"Social contagion is the spread of thoughts, emotions, and behaviors from person to person and among larger groups as affected by shared information and mimicry.Jul 15, 2014 ;"
and
"'Anonymity, suggestibility and contagion' tend to arouse emotions. In crowd situation inhibitions are forgotten, and people become 'charged' to act."

 - There are some exaggerations here.  I do not know how many students were out, it was sidewalk to sidewalk for several blocks.

A Write for the Pantry

Out of the Ordinary

An unusual sight for Edinburgh folk
Streets wet and slippery icey and snowy
Cold wet winds blowing weather report "snow"
Bonnets jackets scarfs and gloves rubber boots

Houston, Texas, carry your gun holstered
Waking up this morning they found surprise
Before their eyes dead man there on the floor
Wondered who he was and why he was shot 

Killing activists in old Mexico 
Environmental activists stand tall 
Pay the price bucking government's interests 
Near fifty murdered in past two years *

Water leak in Houston Thursday evening 
About half of Houston lost their water 
Thirty-five years old was this water link 
Schools and business closed just for one day 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked to Rommy in the   Wrtiters Pantry  at 
https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/03/writers-pantry-9-rabbit-rabbit.html?m=1 
 - Photo credits, all are from February 28, 2020 edition 
      Top - Edinburgh News
      2nd - Houston Chronicle
      3rd - Sierra Magazine 
      4th - Houston Chronicle
 - Click the link above to read how some other writers wrote to the photo. 

* Note: (excerpts from the current 'Searra Club Magazine' news publication citing the murders of two environmental activists already this year)

"... reports highlight the collusion between business and government agencies in carrying out the violence against environmentalists and ensuring impunity for the perpetrators."

"Mexico has become incredibly dangerous for environmental defenders -- according to various reports, close to 50 environmental activists were murdered in the past 2 years."

A Pantry offering Poem

 

    May thee Rest

Lucy in the sea with diamonds
She couldn't take them up with her
Opted to be buried at sea

There the diamonds lay beside her
Peace offering to those before her
Sharing with the sharks consumed her

Now diamonds are for the taking
Shiny bubbles before the sun
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved  

 - Photo from Magaly, linked below 

 - I am linked with Magaly Guerrero in the Writer's Pantry at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/02/writers-pantry-8-we-like-multiples-of.html 

Girl on a scooter

Girl on a scooter
where do you go
Couldn't be cuter
I love you sooo

With room for double
when I'm with you
Me for your buddy
envies my brood

Flying through the night
brown hair trailing
I'm hanging on tight
close those railings

Riding your scooter
queen of the streets
Girl on a scooter
so glad you're mine
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2 and 2020, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Sanaa Rizvi  in  the Writer's Pantry  at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/02/writers-pantry-7-strolling-through.html?m=1

 - The photo was taken in 2006 while we were traveling, Sicily and Amalfi,  Italy,  for four weeks (plus one in Provence, France).
 - When  I was in El Paso in the U.S. Army for five years and the three years at an Air Force Satellite Tracking Station I rode my Vespa scooter as a second car and for pleasure.

A Ditty Poem for Wednesday

What goes up must come  down 

The skeletons in your closet 
They are to be worried about 
Those things will come out in the wash 

What to do what to do--there's hope 
Why were they in the wash machine 
Who was watching this bloody act 

Did you heed Tide cleans things better 
There's hope those dry bones get whiter 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 
- I am linked with Magaly Guerrero with Weekly Scribbles in the Writers and Poets United site at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/02/weekly-scribblings-6-turn-cliche-into.html?m=1 
 - Magaly has asked for us to write using a cliche or cliches to write.   I used several.  On the above link she has a list of cliches we use, GO THERE to see how many are in your working repertoire. 
 - A Ditty Poem,   http://buffysilverman.com/how-to-write-a-ditty/

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