Clmfort Food

     Comfort Food for Me: 

        A list poem of sorts 

It's apple pie and vanilla ice cream 

   calms me down for all day 

Before that my breakfast,  apple fritter 

   with cuppa black coffee 

There will not be those pastry wheels for me 

   fattening, off for years 

About ten o'clock there's granola bars 

   bars and more black coffee 

Two in a pack and that's enough for me 

   Now my coffee's Half Calf 

At noon it's a hot dog, cheese and mustard 

   With Diet Coke and ice 

Potato chips of course, onion dip 

   Share my coke with my wife 

Youth on the farm and in the corn fields 

   Ladies brought lunch at four 

Before the dark bring in the grazing cows 

   Cake and decaf coffee 

Not on the farm now still habbits remain 

   Red apple will tide me 

Seven strikes on the clock bides wash to eat 

   Hoping for some roast beef 

Meatloaf and mashed potatoes fills the bill 

   Used Mother's recipe 

Green string beans and red beets. Suggered ice tea 

   Leftover apple pie 

Ten o'clock and bed bed time snack, watch the news 

   Ice cream, not apple pie 

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Poem Copyright ©️ 2025 jimmiehov.blogspot.com All Rights Reserved 

I am linked with Rommy at Friday Writings #177, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1

Go there for links to other writers work poem for this week.  Rommy has given us an optional theme for which we might, it is "Comfort Food".  I chose to write to it. 

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Another Time that Won't Slide By

    A Day to Remember 

        Day I don't forget 

It was my wedding day 

Started the joyful day 

She was at the church dressed 

Relax, she was trying 

Her groom hadn't arrived 

At the groom's house ready 

Sent his son, load for car 

But son came running back 

"Dad, can't get in the car!"

"Oh let me do that then

Oops these keys are not right  

They're on the other ring 

The ring for the small car" 

"Grandpa took it ahead"

We called Grandpa to come 

Meanwhile bride was nervous 

Some guests already there 

Worse yet Grandpa got lost 

In half hour he came 

Grabbed keys, headed for church 

Son then came with Granpa 

Making sure lost no more 

Surprise when I made church 

My bride was crying hard 

Guests out for a burger 

Grandpa came  all were back 

Bride was trying to smile 

The rest went well, wedded 

Haven't made my wife cry 

In our fifty-one years 

Never will I forget 

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Poem Copyright ©️ 2025 Jimmiehov All Rights Reserved 

Slice of Life to Remember

   A Slice of Life;

     not forgotten 

School day to remember 

I  remember it well 

Into the storm celler 

She led me down the steps 

Little girl little boy 

Innocent boy enticed 

Stopped there on the steps 

There she popped a question 

A question new to me 

You show me yours and then 

Then I will show you mine 

Quickly she pulled our pants 

She knew what to look for 

Looked up and down, around 

I, disappointed blushed 

She'd naught for me to see  

 . . . 

(Note:  This is a true event, we were 

at school having a first grade recess. )

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 - Poem Copyright ©️ 2025  jimmiehov.blogspot.com All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Magaly at Friday Writings # 176 at (below)  

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

 - You can find links to other's writings for readings and comments there.  We had an optional writing thought of "A slice of life" from which I wrote. 

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A Day of Dark for Sure?

 A Day of Dark

'Twas a dreary and dark day

Day this hero confessed

But the day is indiscreet

Indiscreet for when it comes

There, a matter that can be

Dark and dismal dreary day

Day of ends there'll be no more

Find the jar do the routine

One little pinky to start

Reach it in the the jar did find

Pull a pill, doesn't matter

Pick my prayer day of last

Toss it down throat be ready

'Nother pinky make the plung

These pretty rounds aren't candy

Takes fingers no more than ten

My dreary day will be done

Dark to stay light be no more

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- Poem Copyright Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved

- I was reading and happened on to an article about writing dark poetry. That encouraged me to try again. I think I may have done it, a fair attempt here.

- I am linked with Magaly for Friday Writings 157 at

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/.../frida...

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Toast with cheese and hot chocolate -- a Poem for Friday Writings #136

 Magaly has invited us to write poetry or prose inspired by Grace Lee Boggs’s (read URL link below) quote, “We can begin by doing small things…”  Lots of possibilities here? 

Pictures copyright Jimmiehov 2024

   Twelve little pieces 

Twelve little pieces 

that there should be but, 

Eleven this time 

They have a purpose? 

slathered with creme cheese 

Yummy by itself 

But there's more to come 

Jar, strawberry jam 

Hot chocolate to drink 

Fork does the dabbing 

dabbing and dipping 

smearing white with red 

Yummier now still 

Small things together 

Dainty breakfast comes

Yes, “We can begin 

by doing small things…” 

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Pictures copyright Jimmiehov 2024

- Photos and poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am Linked with Magaly at Friday Writings #136,     https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 

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Nasty COVID -- a Poem for Friday Writings

Ducks don't get COVID -- or do they??
(Muscovy duck likes our yard)

Blogging friend many years 

back before husband died 

Now she has the COVID 

I hope it leaves sound 

COVID is bad.  Troubles 

could leave her with some ails 

I'll tell you of mine, mean 

I've lost my sense of smell, 

sense of taste, and runnies 

There's wet stuff from my mouth 

and from my nose and lungs 

A perpetual cough plagues me 

Then too I forget names 

names of folks and places 

Stuck with poor memory 

forgetful many things 

where we've been, what we did 

how we do it, with who 

So "R Mary," hoping 

Hoping better than mine 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright 2024 all Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Magaly and Rosemary for my Friday Writings #135 poem, here 

   https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2024/07/friday-writings-135-less-is-more.html    

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Help came -- my poem for Friday Writings

 Rommy, in honor of a  very helpful family member in honor of his Herculean efforts, is  using "It's a dirty job but someone has to do it" as this week's optional prompt.  I am trying to answer her challenge.  So follows:  

The Sore

I have a bad sore 

'ts'on on my upper leg 

Doc said irrigate 

smother with this salve 

So I went to work 

tried to dab it on 

Hit and miss up, down 

here there, miss my nose 

Meanwhile sore has grown 

hoeing tender place 

Dabs here and dabs there 

those dabs ever hurt 

Neice feeling for me, 

"uncle might I help?" 

" I see where to dab" 

much better I felt 

 Smiling Neice popped up 

 no bit embarrased, 

 "It's a dirty job but 

someone has to do it" 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Rommy at the Friday Writings #134 

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

Flies - a Poem for Friday Writing

 . “Do what we can, summer will have its flies” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson 

Do those words you to tell your story?  Magaly thinks and hope's they will today. Let's write and we'll see.

Flies in My Pie 

Pick up your spoon 

and play your tune 

Flies in your pie 

don't take a bite 

'Cause if you do 

they're bad for you 

Insects' nasty 

born from nasty 

Like horses dead 

Eggs in their head 

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 - Poem Copyright Jimmiehov 2024 - all Rights Reserved

 - I am linked with Magaly at Friday Writings #133 at 

    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 

for her Ralph Waldo Emerson prompt line, as posted from above at the beginning of this blog 

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Eating again -- a poem for Friday Writings #132

Click on photo at link below for larger view -- Jim's photo, copyright 2010, all rights reserved 
https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-new-year-six-word-saturday.html

  

    I came 

I came I saw, and I ate 

Three steps to a clean plate 

Trouble is, it's never that simple 

Always a bugger lurking 

Not that hungry for food like that 

I'm on a diet and this doesn't fit 

I suppress a vomit with every bite 

I just plain don't like that food 

Always a plausible reason for yea or nay 

As a tempting the food may look 

It doesn't taste that good 

Then for some it's "an elegant sufficiency" * 

Especially the fancy good tasting stuff 

Always we both, each kind, gobble calories  

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*Note: - I am linked with Rosemary at Friday Writings #132 for her prompting phrase, "an elegant sufficiency"

  https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2024/06/friday-writings-132-elegant-sufficiency.html 

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Ode to Mosquito -- a Poem for Friday Writings #131 and for my modification for dVerse

 

Free for use under the Pixabay Content License

   Oh Poor Mosquito

*Oh poor mosquito bane of man 

We adore some of your courage

Take chances of death or crippling 

Synthetic chemicals inhaled 

*You were swatted in innocence 

*you minding your regular ways 

Habits you learned at baby nest 

Fast learner, learned from seeds left there 

*Mother Nature in your being 

 *will to stay alive.  Embedded 

In those seeds keys to survival 

*Earnestly bite and propagate 

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 - Poem Copyright Jimmiehov 2024,  All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Rosemary at Friday Writings #131 at 

   https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 

  and I have renewed this poem from the graveyard of unused drafts not yet discarded (read below)

 

 - I was first linked with Laura at dVerse prompt at 

  https://dversepoets.com/2024/06/13/mtb-elaborating-lacunae-in-the-fragment-or-keeping-things-whole/

where we are to improve a fragment with problems or is unfinished. 

  I chose one which I had not finished.  Meant to be a short ode I tried to keep the theme.  Lines Italicized and starting with an asterisk are original. If something is underlined, I have added to the old line. 

 - Click here to read others' writings for Laura's desire. 

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Figment gone wild -- for dVerse Quadrille #203

   Can't Win All

Tell you little figment bout

my imagination wild 

Was a little boy again 

getting the cows to come in 

Birdie, workhorse disliked me

concerned for the cows' freedom 

Walked over and kicked me good 

in the back I was bedridden 

I limp still today

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 - I am linked with Lillian hosting at dVerse Quadrille #203, (must be exactly 44 word poem) and this one contain the word "figment" 

  https://dversepoets.com/2024/06/10/what-do-mark-twain-and-a-purple-dragon-have-in-common/  

 - Click here to read the others posting for this week's Quadrilles

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Photo from a book store - and a Poem for Friday Writings

You can count the keys on this LARGE PRINT typewriter pictured.
Please also note that it is a manual and not electric.
"Typewriter" posts, http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=typewriter

  Words we speak 

"If I had my choice, I probably would've 

gotten married in my twenties, 

had three kids, and never left my hometown.  

Sometimes life doesn't work out the way 

we wish it would." 

Words were spoken like I've heard before

'I won't ever marry a man, and when I have 

children I'll teach them to not marry either.'  

Thus sayeth a senior girl in my typing class 

(I and one other were the only boys enrolled) 

which shocked a farm boy like me. 

Later I read in the paper when the girl above 

had married that summer a fellow who drove 

a batch truck for the paving gang making the 

new highway to a neighboring town.  

Later still, I read of the birth that fall of a baby 

boy to the couple.  

The author of the book from which I quoted, 

then married, did have a child, at the age 

of forty-two.  

Things don't often, seldom, work out like 

our plans.  

I didn't plan things, never did.  Instead when 

there is an open door of opportunity I evaluate 

choices and most often have taken the good ones. 

 

I ended up not rich but have retired well enough 

off to have retired many years now. All my 

degrees aren't helping me now but they did produce 

quite well. 

Moral of the story from my book, the author 

was telling, "God has a plan for us" and it may 

differ greatly from our own. 

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Notes:

1. The book I'm reading is “Mostly What God Does”

written by Savannah Guthrie. The words I have used here

are to be found in Chapter 4, titled “Like a Mother”.

2. My “Prose Poem” has 290 words not counting the title 

but counting the author's quotation from the book. 

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- Writing Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All rights reserved 

-  I am linked with Magaly at Friday Writings #130 at 

  https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 

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Sad - a Poem for Friday Writings and dVerse Quadrille

                     "Adi is retiring from Pet Partners"

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Adi and I were best buddies

Adi's working life link

Lot's about Adi link 

[posted 2016, link]

  Deepest Sleep

Awoke this morning

Feeling very sad

My dog died last night

Vet came to pronounce

There is no help for her

She must be put to sleep

My face on her neck

Slowly she went to sleep

Oh that I could join her darkness 

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 - Poem Copyright 2024, Photo Copyright 2016, Jimmiehov 2024 and 2016, All Rights Reserved 

 Reserved  

 - I am linked with Rosemary at dVerse Friday Writings#128  at   https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 

 - I am also linked with Punam at dVerse Quadrille #202, (must be exactly 44 word poem) 

  https://dversepoets.com/2024/05/27/quadrille-202-hello-darkness/  

 - Click here to read the others posting for this week's Quadrilles

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For the Birds? -- a Poem for Friday Writing and for dVerse Poetics

Notice Mrs. Jim's painter shoe covers.  The ground
here is like a duck's kennel floor, covered.

  

Parenting is shared 

 Realization comes 

I lived on a balloon 

Sailing and flitting 

Didn't matter to where 

I sailed through the marshes 

Range Rover's delight 

Penguins visit well worth 

On sailing to China 

I walked the Great Wall 

Didn't stop great masses 

.Day Three found us at the Kremlin for 

a nice tour. This is the Kremlin Wall.

Or the Kremlin's Great wall 

Glide past with great care 

Their prisons work you hard 

And so life goes right on 

We are but peons 

I could go on some more 

Realization hit 

me like a ton of bricks *

You care not one Iota 

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 * These two lines are taken from Dwight Roth's poem, "Resolve" 

 https://rothpoetry.wordpress.com/2024/04/30/resolve/ 

 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024 or earlier, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Rommy for Friday Writing # 128 who is hosting at 

    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 

 - Rommy had asked, optional with her writers, us to write about something small (a raindrop, a ladybug, a lie, etc.).  

    Perhaps our world is smaller when we have traveled a lot.  We’ve been retired 25 ( Mrs. Jim) and 23 (myself) years and have fairly well finished our desire to travel. We have visited at least 82 countries. My list, https://jimmiehov3.blogspot.com/2021/08/countries-where-i-have-been-78-of-them.html?showComment=1716438967251 .

 - I was and still am first linked with Melissa Lemay for her easy out Idea No. 1 since it is late, hosting for dVerse Poetics at  

 https://dversepoets.com/2024/05/21/april-poems-bring-may-centos/ 

 - Read here other's poems hosted by Melissa

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A Date Perhaps? -- a Poem for Friday Writings and for dVerse Quadrille

 
                    [Courtesy "freepic.com]

  A Haven Not

Your place or mine

was question asked

no way ever

I'd make it yours

Yours'd be a trap

unwary falls

I am aware

of what's behind

Behind your door

jump out and scare

bejeebers out

never your place

Not safe for me

nor anyone

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  - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

  - I am linked with Magaly Guerrero for hosting at Friday Writings #127 at 

     https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 

 - I am also linked with De Jackson for dVerse Quadrille Monday #201, prompt today "pine",  

   https://dversepoets.com/2024/05/13/quadrille-201-poems-of-place/ 

 - Quadrille Monday's poetry has exactly 44 words 

 - Click here to reads other's Quadrille poems 

     Perhaps you would like to write these also 

 - Note:  I used this same blog title August 21, 2023 for Jackson Quadrille Monday #182

https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2023/08/a-date-perhaps-poem-for-dverse-quadrille.html

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Rabbit and the Fowls - - a Poem for Friday Writings and a Piece of Prosery for dVerse

 Missing friends

Little rabbit was 

 getting lonesome 

He'd sit by the fence 

 missing his buddies 

“Something told the wild geese 

 It was time to fly.”

Then they all left  

  alone again 

Didn't last him long

 ducks coming in

Quickly making friends 

 Rabbit's alone no more 

 

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved  

 - I am linked with Rosemary at dVerse Friday Writings #126 at 

    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 

   Rosemary has asked as an optional assignment for us to write a poem or story (or a few) in only 160 characters including title and spaces. (If you choose to write more than one, please put them all in one post and make sure that collectively they don't exceed our 369 word limit.)  

   I chose not to do that and wrote instead what you see next here.    

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 - I am also linked with Kim881 at Prosery, dVerse,  her prompt line is above in quotations and posted at 

https://dversepoets.com/2024/05/06/prosery-something-told-the-wild-geese/ 

 

 - Click here for others writing Prosery Flash Writing this week.  I wrote only 44 Words, we could have 144

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