Alone -- a Dark Poem for The Sunday Muse

  

Home Alone 

I'm here, all alone.  All alone except... 

Except that I do see my provider 

He brings me food and water now and then 

Now and then, because; when I do not know  

When's a nasty word to me, at his call 

He leaves my Cell with me, phone's disabled 

Disabled like I am, my mind is blank 

That's what he tells me, says to say to you 

So if you come then it is, move the wedge 

Wedge is gone, door can open, I'd be free  

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo choices from Carrie's Prompt, The Sunday Muse #212, 

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/05/sunday-muse-212.html  

 - NOTE:  I will answer you calls if google allows me.  It is making me comment as "anonymous" on the Blogger posts.  Some aren't even allowed.  I will ANSWER to your blog if and when I can.  I can't even leave comments on my own blog.

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Cards -- Lost or misplaced?

          Cards; and a friend 

The little old man had fumbling problems 

Now again tonight at the register 

He couldn't seem to get his credit card 

Opened every pocket in his billfold 

It seemed to him a millennium passed 

Actually only a couple minutes 

and then I popped in with help on my mind 

I said to him, "Sir, hope it isn't lost" 

He let me check and sure enough not there 

"Would you please let me pay with mine, please, please"

Said this as I passed the card to the clerk 

He rung it up, "that's called paying ahead" 

"Thank you, thank you Sir" said the little man 

"I've had that done for me, comes in handy,"

Sometimes you gotta accept little helps 

And that little man, that was me one day

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

 - This week Magaly is inviting us to write poetry or prose inspired by something heartening and unselfish a stranger did for us or for someone else.  Friday Writings #28, 

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2022/05/friday-writings-28-heartening-and.html 

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A Tribute Poem

   

 To Min; my faithful pony  

Your name was Min 

best horse there's ever been 

(About you, Min)

Dappled white with 

small spots of gray throughout 

Always there for 

me to pet, brush, and stroke 

Min was Dads horse 

Bess, older, was for us 

Soon Min grown old   

became the horse for me 

Rode her to school 

high school three miles away 

Plodgey at first 

I taught her to gallop 

Also to jump 

the puddles and ditches 

Come rain and snow 

was off to school we'd go 

Bareback come cold 

Minnie would keep me warm 

New friends for her, 

they, very soon she made 

Other horses 

in the school barn, kids too 

Two girls we'd meet 

at the corner waiting 

Waiting for us 

to come over the hill 

Minnie first saw  

the girls and their horses 

Years quickly passed 

Two in town then we're gone 

Minnie retired, 

soon after pasture went 

I drove to school 

grades eleven and twelve 

Off to college 

made new friends boys and girls 

Minnie passed on 

Heaven's horse, friend of mine 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - For the Photo Prompt I'm liked to Carrie for The Sunday Muse #211 at 

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/05/sunday-muse-211.html?m=1 

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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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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - 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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Speak Up -- a Poem for "Friday Writings"

    Go Tell 

If I could speak and you would listen 

I'd speak my peace 

Not popular what I have to say 

I'd buy a stump take it to the park 

Stump for human race 

For all, fairness, opportunity 

But those I'm not permitted to say 

Not in public speak 

It's rigged for the rich and powerful 

Poets arise, say it with your rhymes 

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

 - I'm linked with Rosemary for Friday Writings #27,  

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2022/05/friday-writings-27-watching-and.html

 - This week she is asking us what we would say in order to bear witness to these times we are living in, and how it feels to be living in them. 

 - The little book pictured above comes in handy sometimes.  I have another book, "The Complete Works of William Shakespeare," that I bought at a book store in Stratford-upon-Avon when we visited in 1980 but I have mislaid it for now, picture taking time.

 - One of my bucket list items is to attend, auditing, a college class of the works of Shakespeare but I am afraid that is one that will not be fulfilled.  I have waited too long.

 - 61 Words, ten lines, 93 syllables.  Short.  Flash Writing?

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Ship in Bottle -- a Sunday Muse Write

   Ship 

I'm a ship in a bottle 

Adrift in the seas of life 

Bobbing where the current takes 

Hoping it takes me to you 

My rope's been cut loose 

I'm no longer tied 

Last night after it happened 

Sad but happy I'd become 

You can ask me why it was 

My answer is, "I don't  know" 

My rope's been cut loose 

I'm no longer tied 

Bobbing along I've no note 

Notes in their bottles are liked 

Write their answers toss them back 

Just me and my ship we float 

My rope's been cut loose 

I'm no longer tied 

When and if seas become rough 

Perhaps I'll land on your shore 

If you find me pick me up 

Ship bottle and me arrived 

My rope's been cut loose 

I'm no longer tied 

And if I'm on another 

Another shore where you aren't 

It'll be where you can find 

We will be together fine 

My rope's been cut loose 

I'm no longer tied 

[Me at St. Johns Island -- 

 turn your sound up]

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked Carrie at the Sunday Muse #210, at 

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/05/sunday-muse-210.html?m=1 

where she showed four sea oriented pictures to help our inspiration.  I think tha I used three, possibly the fourth.

.. - annel step on the Yaer Air band

Curious -- The Singing Fellow

   Staying Curious No More

Little man, why do you sing like you do?  

Is it because I wind you up before

You shake your head, no, no, that isn't it 

Then tell me please, why do you croone like that 

Is there real blood running to your voice box? 

Course not you crazy fool, that isn't it 

As I sit and listen, your happy tune 

Perhaps it's solar makes you go, sunshine 

Guess again, I think you may never know 

Then I give up, won't you tell me please 

You turned the switch, three AA cells, that's it 

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  - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021 and 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - "Singing Fellow" photo by himself first published in 2021 here, 

https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2021/06/weekly-scribblings-man.html?m=0

 - And with his buddies, a singing Elephant and a Golfing Fellow in 2014, here, 

http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2014/07/blog-post_19.html?m=0 

  - I'm linked with Rommy for prompt idea, "Curiosity" at 

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2022/05/friday-writings-26-curiouser-and.html?m=1 

 - This this week Rommy invited us to share poetry or prose inspired by the phrase, "stay curious”

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The Rabbit -- Little Rabbits Just Wanna Have Fun

 

   Little City Rabbits 

Little city rabbits are protected 

Seldom it is they get killed and eaten 

Zoning laws and deed restrictions protect 

Country rabbits on the other hand, they 

They are fair game for whoever can shoot 

Rabbit stew makes for any chef's delight 

I have no good  recipe for that stew, 

don't eat rabbit stew, don't like rabbit stew,

what's more I've never tasted rabbit stew.

Here in town just hawks and alligators 

Those two predators of little rabbits 

They keep the rabbit population down 

[Our front lawn taken standing on the sidewalk leading to the street] 

NOTE:  I have never hunted animals in all my life and I have never tasted rabbit meat.  I did go with my dad once and I have his rifle now.  I have never shot that rifle, a 22 gage.  

My mom would not dress or cook the rabbits that my dad killed.  So he took them to his mother, my grandmother, where she would skin and dress and then cook them. He ate them at Grandmother's house as well.  

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

 - I am linked with Minsky at dVerse, 

https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/10/bon-appetit-food-poetry/ 

where she has asked us to write of "food".

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The Walk -- A Piece of Prose for dVerse

Walking Slowly

    Walking slowly along the ledge, a feeling of despair was heavily upon him. She had gone, he knew not where. Just that she was gone. Summer was coming early this year, not much left of spring.

    “'For how can I be sure I shall see again? The world on the first of May would come' * and go again, much like the last. I'm not a loner, got to have some company along life's way. Everything is a blur unless I have company. And some help, help explaining what I'm seeing.”

    Out of seemingly nowhere a figure comes his way. “She's carrying a big sign, it says 'COMPANY WANTED, I am alone.' 

    My prayers might be answered, Ma'am, may I be the one you were looking for?”

    “My name is Leslie, what is yours?”

    “I go by Eddy.”

    “That will do.” 

NOTE:  * per prompt, exact wording.  See below.

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Photo and Writing, except for blurb in italics, Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights reserved.

- The Words in Italics, 

“For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May” –From “May Day” by Sara Teasdale, at https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/09/prosery-sara-teasdale-and-may/ were furnished by  by merrildsmith in Prosery at the dVerse writing blog as a prompt for our writing in Prose. Word limit by her instructions is limited to 144, I have exactly 144 words.  

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The Ride -- Life Goes On -- a Poem for Sunday Muse

  

                Photo by Robert Doisneau 

                “The Ghost Train,” 1953

 

  The Ride; something special?

Ride of my life I'm looking for 

Too old for ponies I was told 

Truth comes hard not child any more 

Life change, adolescents we were 

Corny jokes tickles and pinches 

Crushes, fickle loves and breakups 

Come scarey tunnel of darkness 

Moments getting more serious 

Teens we learned every part of love  

High school finished my grades were good 

Way too young still, took our chances 

Steamed romances settled on one 

Will marriage be the ride for me 

Cross my fingers hope for good choice

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo inspiration courtesy of Carrie as hosting The Sunday Muse #209, 

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/05/sunday-muse-209.html?m=1 

 - Her other choices today:

- All seemed to me to be stages of a woman's life.  See Carrie's link above for their artist's credits.

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- I have written every day in April for National Poem Writing Month, I hope you can classify all as poems of sorts.

 Each of the links below should pull up several writes from April 1 down to April 30 (today, 2022): 

NaPoWriMo 2022, 

NaPoWriMo 2022b, 

NaPoWriMo 2022c, 

NaPoWriMo 2022d, 

Walking - Cinquain

 

  The Call

Mail call 

Me and my dog 

We went out a'walkin' 

Walkin' on the streets for our mail 

Walking

Walking 

Walking the dog 

The dog did her business 

And then was kicking her hind feet 

Kicking 

Kicking 

Kicked up some dust 

Her dust scared up a skunk 

The skunk came running after us 

Running 

Running 

Running full bore 

Didn't know friend or foe 

Came after us--turned rear our way 

Squirting 

Squirting 

Terrible smell 

Quick dog she stepped between 

She took all the smell, we went home 

Walking 

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

 - I am linked with dVerse, hosted by Laura Bloomsbury,

https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/05/mtb-crowning-crapsey/  , 

for the prompt, a 'challenge to write a Chained/crown Cinquin poem.

Chain/crown cinquain is:

 a series of 5 [entire] Crapsey Cinquains, 25 lines totalsyllabic count: 2-4-6-8-2 in each stanzawritten with a break between each stanzalast line of the previous cinquain repeated as first line of the next cinquain

Note: The final line of the last cinquain does not have to equal the first line of the first cinquain, but it is an option.(I did this, "Walking".) 

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Flower Love -- NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 30

     Fleeting Love

She a window flower, 

and he a winter breeze *

Her early leaf's a flower 

but only so an hour ** 

He gives his harness bells a shake, 

and miles to go before I sleep ***

I could've died for love--

But for livin' I was born ****

Nobody knows this little Rose --

Did I not take it from the ways *****

If suddenly you forget me 

do not look for me, for I shall 

already have forgotten you  ****** 

 NOTES:  Line notes from their sources and URL's-- 

* Wind and Window Flower - Poem by Robert Frost (famouspoetsandpoems.com) 

** Nothing Gold Can Stay - Poem by Robert Frost (famouspoetsandpoems.com) 

*** Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening - Poem by Robert Frost (famouspoetsandpoems.com) 

**** Life Is Fine - Poem by Langston Hughes (famouspoetsandpoems.com) 

***** Nobody knows this little Rose - Poem by Emily Dickinson (famouspoetsandpoems.com) 

****** If You Forget Me - Poem by Pablo Neruda (famouspoetsandpoems.com) 

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 - Poem line sources Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked with NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 30 for the Prompt idea of writing a "Cento" form poem, 

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirty-8/ 

 - The Cento borrows one line from several other poems to construct a poem of our own.  I chose the Flower Love theme to look for and use.  

 - References to other works are in the body notes above.

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April -- NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 30 -- it Ends Today

"Running Time" by

 Victor Bezrukover 

              _ _ _ 

Sifting fertile dirt 

Spread it helps the flowers grow 

Dirty hands will wash 

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     April to May Handover 

When April's day is done, last day 

Last day for another long year 

April showers have come and gone 

Has made ready for May flowers 

Plants are ready previews given 

All May bloomers have qualified 

Even the slow Magnolia 

has produced with two whites today 

The rest standing tall as can be 

White Oleander, purple white 

Yesterday and Tomorrows, pink Oleanders, 

Green we don't know what's guarding fence, 

Green all year Berried Holly Tree, 

Red Canna Lilly (up from freeze), 

Louisiana Iris tall, 

And Red Oleander cornered. 

Lily of the Nile for July,  

Rabbits eat Sunflowers come up, 

Oak tree takes roll, all are ready 

May will be here on the morrow 

All is ready for her to come 

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

 - I am linked for the top Photo Prompt with Carrie at the Sunday Muse #208, 

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/04/sunday-muse-208.html?m=1 

 - I am also linked with NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 30 (last day) at 

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirty-8/ 

for my NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 30 AND IT IS POSTED on THIS BLOG at 

http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2022/04/flower-love-napowrimo-2023-day-30.html?m=0 

It was too much to post inside this one.

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- I have written every day, I hope you can classify all as poems of sorts.

 Each of the links below should pull up several writes from April 1 down to April 30 (today, 2022): 

NaPoWriMo 2022, 

NaPoWriMo 2022b, 

NaPoWriMo 2022c, 

NaPoWriMo 2022d, 

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The Spoon -- NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 29

Born with, Good and Gooey

No silver spoon was I born with 

True, not even a stainless spoon 

Plastic hadn't been invented 

We were poor wasn't everyone 

"Things" didn't have sure woulda liked 

Electric train and others big 

But had the "little things" boys need 

Pocket knife, barrow wheel to push 

We were poor but plenty of love 

Things children need money can't buy 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 21xx, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo Day 29 for the prompt push, https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-nine-8/ 

- I am also linked with Rosemary at her hosting's today of Friday Writings #24.  Congratulations, Rosemary, on your latest writing achievement.

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2022/04/friday-writings-24-your-landscape.html?m=1  

 - Photo is my Fifth Grade school picture.  Eight in school, four of us were cousins.  Can you find me?

 - The prompt was to write a poem in which you muse on the gifts you received at birth — My gift, it really was, was being in a poor family.  A two bedroom, four room house called for sister to have the second, I slept on the front porch without heat or AC, all Nebraska seasons.  My grandfather and Dad closed it in with storm windows. 

 - Photo,  I was the boy in back, sister was front by our teacher.

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The Cat -- NaPoWriMo Day 28 -- a Shape, Shaped, or Concrete Poem

     

                  The Cat in the Window 

                           (an)       (an)

                      (Ear)     (Ear) 

                     in the    window 

                my cat in the window 

          cat in the window looking out 

 (Eye) looking in, out for her friends, birds 

     Birds are singing, cat is smiling applause

       Sits, stares, and smiles for me 

        Smiling at me ready for her food 

     She's smiling at me ready for her meal

 She's smiling at me ready for her tasty meal 

   When it comes she'll jump down to where

    She'll jump down where I am

   (Leg     ) ready for supper now ready to eat, chomp down

   (Leg     ) wants it now ready to eat, chomp, swallow it down 

   (Leg     ) wants it now ready 

  (Foot      ) she'll be saying, "please, please, I want to eat" 

  (Foot      ) she gets her bowl will say  (tail tail tail tail tail tail tail tail) 

"Meow, meow, thank you, thank you" chomp, "Meow, I love you" chomp chomp  "Purr purr  purr   purr    purr     purr      purr       purr        purr . . . " 

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

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 28 for Prompt instructions to write a "concrete poem" which I have always called a "shape or shaped poem", 

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-eight-8/ 

 - I am also linked with dVerse, Open Night, with Grace hosting, at

https://dversepoets.com/2022/04/28/openlinknight-315/ 

Go there to the Mr. Linky button at the bottom to find other's work

 - The Photo is of Amber, my grand-cat, belonging to our younger daughter, but who had lived with us almost all of her five years while she and family lived in London.  I took this picture from my 2007 posting,

 http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2007/04/cat-whisperer-and-cat-in-window.html . 

Amber was a nice had.  She died in 2013 at age 19.

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Sunday Meal-- NaPoWriMo Day 27

We went out to eat last Sunday 

Money in pocket we could pay 

Pocket money pay our waitress 

Tip money too, buy her a dress 

Now pretty dresses cost a lot 

We wished to see the one she'd bought 

Tip money she'd got, happy girl 

Showed dress to us gave it a whirl 

Wife wore Pearl's came to eat again 

She'd spent all her money on them 

Like good men shared my meal with her 

To save the day and save her fur 

Money in pocket we can pay 

We can go to eat next  Sunday 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 27 for writing prompt and to post my poem, https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-seven-8/ 

 - The prompt was to write a Duplex Poem, a variation of the Sonnet 

 - The photo is of half my plate last Sunday, Mrs. Jim's was the same as I shared the other half with her.  We had a Shrimp Poboy, French fries, and Diet Cokes at our "Fish City" restaurant .

"With 10,000 restaurants representing cuisine from more than 70 countries and American regions, Houston's restaurant scene is as ethnically diverse as its more than 6-million residents. With so many options, it's not surprising that visitors leave the city with plenty of good things to say about dining in Houston." 

https://www.visithoustontexas.com/restaurants-and-bars/restaurants-and-eateries/ 

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The Day -- NaPoWriMo Day 26

The day there was nothing

I pulled over to stop 

A pulloff beconed me 

And when I did there was 

Nothing 

Nothing there of value 

to make my stop worthwhile 

Middle of the desert  

Nothing 

Nothing was there to see 

Not one thing impressed me 

Brown sand up close was all 

Nothing 

Nothing to see down there 

Creek had been dry for years 

Nothing there that could grow 

Nothing 

Nothing up there to see 

Nothing back where I'd been 

Brown beside on the hill 

Nothing 

Nothing here sand and rocks 

Fans of Brown have a feast 

Feast of nothing at all 

Nothing 

Nothing tugs, "in the car" 

In the car turn the key 

"Nothing" 

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

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo Day 26, 

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-six-8/ 

 - There we are prompted to "write a Poem containing an epic simile, also known as a Homeric simile."

 - The photo is of my TV screen during a commercial.  I don't know what was being advertised, mostly I was trying to figure out the make, it is a Mazda Miata maybe?

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The Dream -- NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 25

 Nightmare Lady Beloved

I had this dream last night 

It's a recurring dream 

Always of you my dear 

You come to wreck my head 

Last night you wanted be 

You'd be Queen for a day 

That's it the way it starts 

You'd be boss over me 

I don't like being bossed 

But with you that's okay 

You've a cause to defend 

Worthy of fighting for 

Leaders Nazi type are

Taking your country down

Terrible sounding news 

Trouble she had pronounced 

What to do, what to do 

Quandried head she had made 

We took it by the horns 

Swords and sabres unsleaved  

Grabbed her by her skirt tail 

Flew to the town center 

Uprising taking place 

We swished and swashed heads rolled 

What a mess there was strewn 

Bodies scattered around 

One soldier lived we'd take 

Take him to jail prisoner 

Lifted up fighting still 

Holding out wouldn't go 

With his last gasping breath 

Stabbed us both to our death 

She put on her crown, Queened 

We flew away where safe 

Wait for another night 

Wait for another dream 

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 - Photo (read note below) and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo Day 25 for the prompt,  https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-five-8/ 

 - The prompt was to write an aisling poem, see the above link

 - I made my own screenshot of the Aisling figure, I found her here, 

https://heroes-and-villain.fandom.com/wiki/Aisling 

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The Night -- NaPoWriMo 2022.Day 24

When We Were Young 

Like busy monkeys on their swings, we drove and drove almost all night long.  Honked at the boys, drag raced with them at the lights.  We outran them all, all except the older man driving a pukey green Corvette.   We were hopped up good, car and driver both.  And when one got tired the other would drive. 

Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights we roved the streets.  The guys could never catch us unless we caught them first.  Most of them had something to drink and offered us.  We don't drink spirits, only diet cola drinks. 

A few of the guys were okay for us young ladies, we generally ended up together at one of our homes when the parents were away.  Except for me, I lived in rented rooms and moved around town from one end to another.  

I had an apartment for a couple of weeks but then I left, landlady problems.  She didn't like our late night weekend parties.  And really didn't like when we all went to sleep and left the record player playing.  So it didn't take me long to tire of her griping and I moved out.

That was the settling.  Until -- 

Little Joe got married and both he and his new wife went away, into the Army.  He left so suddenly that we didn't even know, couldn't throw a party for him.  

We were all devastated!  Our world had been turned upside down. All us fishes left the bowl, parties over without Little Joe.  We'd cruise the streets still.  Could we bear partying again?

One person didn't leave, she could not.  She was paralyzed with grief, drifted in the bowl alone.  She had thought it was her whom Little Joe had loved.  

No wonder he had married in secret and left town so fast.  Ditched to float through life alone. 

Older guy with the pukey green Corvette?  He finally learned he wasn't up to being young. 

 - Piece of Prose Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved  

 - I am linked with Carrie at the Sunday Muse #207,  

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/04/sunday-muse-207.html?m=1 

 - I am also linked with NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 24, 

 https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-four-8/ 

 where we were asked to use at least one simile, I started mine with one.   Most similes use "as" or "like" to make a similar resulting comparison.

 - This story is mostly true except that I wrote it as first person tense by one of the participating young ladies.  I had hot rodded my 1952 Ford Tudor really bad, it out ran even the new Chevy V8's with power pac.  

 - We had Little Joe's goodbye party anyway, after he had left.  And there were others cruising but not the green Corvette. 

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Kay Ryan -- NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 23

 The Cow; 

   my encounter 

Met her that 

day, a rainy 

day.  A small

road and a

large cow, 

small road in 

Ireland. 

She peeked in 

my car her 

head was wet.

We chatted - 

cow talk it 

was.  Backseat 

interpreter help 

with her cow 

tongue -- cow 

had said she 

was leaving me 

a cow pie 

 _ _ _ 

 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2007 and 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Twenty-three, 

 https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-three-8/ 

 - We are to write in the "style of Kay Ryan, whose poems tend to be short and snappy ... "

 - "... read a few, you’ll see what I mean. Here’s her “Token Loss,” “Blue China Doorknob,” “Houdini,” and “Crustacean Island.”

Happy writing!" 

 - Kay Ryan, Wikipedia https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kay_Ryan 

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