Rabit in the Garden Patch

“Gardening is not a rational act." by Margaret Atwood is my prompt . . . Why. Why do I not like Like gardening at all Making for wild bunnies Food meant for the table With a hoe cut the weeds Rabbits coming at night Liking carrots and beets Party in lettuce patch And do they eat the weeds Of course they dont want those They like the food we eat But I forgive, Nature's way . . Poem Copyright ©️ Jimmiehov written for Magaly at Poets United

Gardening Nuisance

“Gardening is not a rational act." by Margaret Atwood is my prompt Why. Why do I not like Like gardening at all Making for wild bunnies Food meant for the table With a hoe cut the weeds Rabbits coming at night Liking carrots and beets Party in lettuce patch And do they eat the weeds Of course they dont want those They like the food we eat But I forgive, Nature's way

Word meeting poem, "teeth", "hammer", and "blooms"

Been asked, "do something hard" Three words unrelated Into related words You'd need to scratch your head That I did, twas easy The answer popped right in teeth Just ask the help of friend "Match teeth", hammer", and blooms" My friend "Ai" is close Right around the corner You can ask him as well . . . Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 All Rights Reserved I am linked with and written in response to Rommy,s prompting post

Peace Through the Hills Drifting the hills Big ones and small ones Small raft carries me Mind is opened wide My wife's love for me Those thoughts rushing me Does she love as much Much as I love her That would be a lot More than money buys Awake at night sure Words wont tell it all . . . Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 All Rights Reserved I am linked with Sumana Roy and written in response to her prompting post

Open Door

The door was open Pretty skunk walked in She saw the mirror Saw herself in it Didn't like the looks Didn't know 'twas her Afraid it might spray Tried running away But the open door was in the mirror Tried that skunk Both spraying now Stinky mess drifted Drifted down the halls . . . Photo and Poem Copyright Jimmiehov 2026

Two Little Squirrels

I was in my morning chair doing daily exercise Out the corner of my eye I saw a little squirrel playing at a tree bottom Buddy squirrel saw it too

Motorcycle Riding

When I was younger ----- Riding on two wheels ----' That was great for me ----- ----- My Vespa scooter ----- Second car for us ----- Rode to work each day ----- ----- When little richer ---- Honda two wheeler ----- Four-fifty served well ----- ----- Then married with kid ----- parked the bike for good ----- No chances taken ----- . . . Photo and Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 -- Written for Magaly at Poets United . . . . .

Travel

. . . My European Travel Plans - - - I need travel to boost to boost my innards bod This time I've picked Paris - - - Paris again for me again soothe my belly Starting with the Eiffel - - - Climbed the first and second those first easy sections just haven't gone the third - - - So it's the third now When we're at the river Eat on the tourist boat - - - Next day museum round Skip Mona Lisa crowd Always nice to see though - - - Third day we'll rent a car All France but much much more North, south, Europe's borders . . . Photos and Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 All Rights Reserved I am linked with Susan's and written in response to her prompting post

My Buddy has Died

 

She is no longer here 

Adi, her pretty name 

A pet therapy pair 

Was with me all the time 

Died in 2012 

I miss her very bad 

Still a tear in my eye 

Comes when I think of her 

Miss her very much still 

Unreplacable dog 

Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 All Rights Reserved I am linked with and written in response to Mary's prompting post

Kids do it

 Kids will giggle,

That's their nature 

What makes them laugh 

It's things, just things 

No way we'd laugh 

Over grandpa 

His Zipper's loose 

The milk's greening 

Baby just burped, 

Juicy wet burp 

Even the dog 

He messed the floor 

Grandma wipes up 

You name it, Kids laugh

Maybe we as well

. . . 

Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 All Rights Reserved I am linked with and written in response to Magaly,s prompting post

SOLASTALGIA

. . . SOLASTALGIA . 

 Oh how I miss my freedom . 

I reminisce days gone by . 

My freedom to roam the hills . 

Pikes Peak drive the racer car ... 

 Other places too, "just go" . 

I'm here with my wife, one room . 

One room apartment for us . 

"Senior Living" it is called ... No more cooking, we are old . 

Breakfast is seven to nine . 

Noon lunch will be eleven . 

Eleven to one is right . 

 Sign the book if we go out . 

I miss my four bedroom house . 

Lock the door and drive away . 

But we are "taken care" of . 

 We can though call our daughter, 

 Or other child, they might take 

 . . . 

 Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 All Rights Reserved I am linked with and written in response to Sherry Blue Sky,s prompting post

Therapy Dog

. . Adi Beagle Dog 

 Adi Beagle dog and I were a pair 

 We were a registered Therapy Pair

 Registered animal therapy pair 

 Visiting folk who're not doing so well  

She loved visiting the Alzheimers wing 

The folk there loved her so and she loved them 

 They would tell her about their dogs at home 

 Adi'd listen intently, lovingly 

 Adi died in 2012, we miss her 

 So now she's in Dogy Heaven, minding

 Minding the sick and troubled . . . 

 Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 All Rights Reserved I am linked with and written in response to Susan's prompting post. (Please pardon if my "carriage return" after paragraph endings isn't working)

Breathtaking

  

It takes your breath away 

Don't go near what I found 

This time seems out of world 

A lake of water pink 

Rainbow inching away 

Daybefore pearly blue 

Boats being rowed around 

Around and under it

No boats today splashing 

Splashes would burn your skin 

Chemicals unheard before 

A new world has been made 

World above and below 

World not fit for beings 

Even scientists don't know 

"Stay away, burn to ashes."

. . .  

Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 All Rights Reserved I am linked with and written in response to Sumana Roy,s prompting post 

. . .

Deserts Today

.

Im getting old now 

90's caught me 

But that doesn't hurt 

Deserts still the best 

I've found a new friend 

Strawberry ice cream 

Never liked before 

Now she's my sweetheart 

. . . 

Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 All Rights Reserved

“This world has no meaning. Why would we bother?"

 My writing prompt today asks the question,Please tell us, how would YOU answer ‘this most dark and demoralised question: “This world has no meaning. Why would we bother?"

    Mother's Car

Mother's car sat in my garage 

Had sat there for ten useless years 

Before she died you could see her 

She and the pretty Ford Mustang 

They were all around her small town 

Running errands or bringing food 

Going to church, you could name it 

I had bought it for her, stick shift 

Four on the floor as she had wanted 

Wanted to know gear it was in 

After she died her car was idle 

Sat up until we hauled it away 

Strange thing a young lady to rescue 

Off the tow truck I gave it to her 

She liked it like a lover's sweetheart 

Father was a Mustang mechanic 

Now it runs all around doing good 

Running errands like Mother had been 

. . .  

Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 All Rights Reserved I am linked with and written in response to Rommy,s prompting post

Days come and go

Yesterday came and went 

Today is here and going 

Tomorrow we're waiting for 

. . . 

. Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 All Rights Reserved I am linked with and written in response to Mary,s prompting post. (Sorry but my machine is broken, it refuses to print the line distribution intended) . . .

This poem is a car that was fallen.

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This poem is a car that will not start. 

This poem is a car with broken buttons. 

This poem is a car with flat tires. 

This poem is a car with a slipping transmission. 

This poem is a car that drives like it's a hundred years old. 

 This car is a car that's been in the garage ten years without being driven. 

This poem is a car that was for sale. 

This poem is a car that I gave away. 

. . . . Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 All Rights Reserved I am linked with and written in response to Mish's prompting post, Open Link #404 at dVerse (Sorry but my machine is broken, it refuses to print the line distribution intended) . . .

Legacy

Legacy . Legacy's on my mind. I like your antique car Like it so very much When you can't drive no more Then I'd like you give it me I'll take good care on bumpy roads So would you will it to me He got it when old Mr. Ericson died Him like I would take good care . . Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 All Rights Reserved I am linked with and written in response to Rommy,s prompting post. (Sorry but my machine is broken, it refuses to print the line distribution intended) . . .

April Showers

April Showers, they've come my way It's raining all over the place And seeping into my Kitchen The stove is wet, the bed's dripping Ants and worms doing their swimming Puddles for us to step and drink It must stop soon we have no ark . . . Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 All Rights Reserved I am linked with and written in response to Rommy,s prompting post. (Sorry but my machine is broken, it refuses to print the line distribution intended) . . .