Lovely Onion Cries -- a Poem for dVerse Poetics and Friday Writings

    To the Lovely Onion 

Lovely Onion, why do you cry 

I'm the one who should be crying  

Role to cry, not yours, 'til I die  

You're so beautiful when you're sliced 

Your rings gleaming with joy you serve 

Crisp and ever kept when on ice 

Your tangy taste brought to the fore 

When you're breaded and brown and fried 

Your lovers always cry for more 

Healthy food you match so many 

Vitamins, minerals and fiber 

Salted for sodium and taste 

Lovely onion, I see not you should cry 

Lovers abound in this world you to try 

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The fine print:

 -  Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2013* and 2023, All Rights Reserved **

 - I am linked with Melisa Lemay, guest host, dVerse Poetics: Peeled Away, at   

    https://dversepoets.com/2023/08/01/poetics-peeled-away/ 

 - I am linked Magaly for the prompt at Friday Writings # 88 ,   

   https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/

 - Magaly has asked us to write of "poetry or prose, which includes a cliché used in an unusual way.  I opted out on that, but I can't even say "better late than never" because I might "never" do that.  

 - Notes:

    * http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2013/11/potato-with-texas-bbq.html  

  **See my other poems or writes on this blog using or about Onions here, 

    https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/search?q=onion 

     and on my other active blog here, 

    https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=onion

    Included above is my recipe for making a delicious egg sandwich using Onions.  Yummy (BTW, notice how I make a square fried egg in the microwave--it fits the bread better) ,

    https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2012/06/e.html 

 - To read others using Onions in their works for the prompt, 

    click here

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NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 19 -- a Poem, Love

My love for you has no end

 

From the start I liked you, very much

Your smile, your humor, your compassion

Add your sweetness, the way you carry

Angel prompted, a mix made just right

 

We blended into a sweet bundle

'Opposites attract' they tell, peach, pear

When together, my body, my mind

Said to me, you love her, let her know

 

When I'm with you my body tingles

Tongue thinks only sweet morsels of praise

Together, laugh and play, sit and talk

I couldn't think of being without you

 

I know I love you, precious jewel 
And now I hope you can love me too
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 - Mrs. Jim and I have been married for 44 years.

 - Photo and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

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 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Poems in April - Poetry through the eyes of Carol Ann Duffy,  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/poems-in-april-poetry-through-eyes-of.html

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 - to Day Nineteen of NaPoWriMo, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-nineteen-2/
 
 - Sanaa told us about Carol Ann Duffy, the first woman Poet Laureate of Britain (link), and asked us to "write about love, using a common everyday image. Choose your own form ..."  For more and Carol Ann's lovely love poem which compared the writer's love to an onion click here. 
 - The photo of Mrs.. Jim and me was taken by a sunbather on January 3, 2016.  We were walking on the beach at Cozumel, Mexico.

 - Since I have never had any poetry writing formal classes, my only learning was of some elementary fundamentals in my English classes, high school and college.  I also read a few books, parts of them, and glean from the Internet.  Plus sometimes the Toads have short explanations of varying forms and the like.  And a lot from the Internet. 

 - I had never formally learned to write a love poem, so I went to the Internet and found a   Poetry Site which had simple directions for writing a simple love poem.  Using these directions I have written two other love poems of sorts which were well received by loving poetry group members (link to these poems plus a link having a few other off the cuff love poems and some about love. 

 - Here is a copy of the 1,2,3,4,5 instructions that I wrote by.  I have lost the reference to them.

Now, the poem's directions:
Write a love poem
(here, written as a man telling a woman of his love for her)
1.  tell how you felt when first you saw her
2.  tell how you knew it was her you loved
3.  tell now about being with her
4.  are you happy with what you wrote, edit as necessary?5.  discard thoughts that didn't fit 
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One Single Impression: Avatar

My Avatar

Ugly and so scrawny
smirks at me from afar,
my avatar hates me;
I hate my avatar.

What did he do to me
that gets me so upset?
The others are pretty
yet here's my ugly pet.

And now I'm asking you
what is your opinion;
for you would he do?
I'd rather an onion.

Beauty running skin deep
but no curves here to love,
angles and bony knees.
My own is far above.



Poem and Photos Copyright
© 2010 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

Find more poems at One Single Impression
"Murmur" as prompt was suggested
by Beth Patterson at Virtual Tea House

Eating -- Baked Potato with Texas BBQ

 

Had a BBQ

'stuffed' potato yesterday

cheese, butter, and chives

On the side dills and onions

Healthy onion rings not fried

When I'd had enough

was to the restroom I went

pretty, clean, unique

Mind the sign, "Please Wait" it said

"Wait to sit" not in my plans

click on any picture for larger size 

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Photos and Poem  Copyright © 2013 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved 
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- Shared and listed with Real Toads, Open Link Monday -

- For "Tuesday Two-Shoes" the November 19th the writing prompt words 

are  Enough and/or Sit (I used both words). Josie Said, "Have Fun!" (Link) -

another Food Poem for our "Let's Eat" Challenge

Today is eating day here in the Imaginary Garden.   I won't bore with recipes or the like although my pizza made from scratch was the best.  People would ask me to make it when they were coming over.  Finally I couldn't improve on it so I just stopping making pizza.  My oyster stew likewise although that is easy to make.
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Golden Locks;
finds herself some food

Once upon a time there were three bears
Papa bear, Mama Bear,  and Baby Bear
Papa Bear had cooked himself a very fine Pastrami Sandwich.  
He tried tasting his sandwich but it was
way too hot to eat

Mama Bear made herself a very fine Hot Salad Roulette
with added goat cheese, arugula and walnuts   
But after tending to Baby Bear her food had gotten
way too cold

And Baby Bear had a Corn Dog and Macroni and Cheese.  
But by the time Mama Bear quit fussing the
Mac and Cheese was cold
and the
Corn Dog was still too hot

O Dear, O dear Bears
my well intentioned near-gourmeted meal is ruined  
(Nary a word about her other stop-and-fuss episodes.)  
And my kitchen is extra hot from all this cooking

Papa Bear to the rescue.  Let's all
take a walk on the wild side
In the woods we'll cool ourselves off a bit. Away they went,
in such a hurry that Baby Bear forgot his usual
slam the door and get reprimanded game.
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Now after they had left a young lass named Golden Locks
came walking along the forest edge

When she spied the Bear House open door she came in
She tried the furniture, none fit her well, or else it broke,  
until she tried Baby Bear's stuff
It all was a good fit
Take a nap?

Yes. Perhaps  
First let's see what there is to eat
When she saw the table she knew!  
What wonderful leftovers

So she made herself a French Italian American meal,
took it to Baby Bear's chair, turned the TV on,
and  proceeded to eat.

BEST MEAL I'VE EVER EATEN, she proclaimed!  
Next she yawned and sleepily
closed her eyes
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[click picture for large size][click here for the hot dog super sized]

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Today for lunch I made cheese hotdogs for Mrs Jim and myself.  I had purchased some bakery made hot dog buns, we had a real treat. Ready to eat means Diet Coke is poured and Oscar Mayer weiners are hot and laying on a melted slice of yellow American cheese.   Add your own mustard and relish. And onions or ketsup if you like. No sauerkraut today.

Afterwards Mrs. Jim was cleaning up the cooking island but she complained how messy I could be just slicing bread.  Seems there were some bread crumbs and a couple of pickle relish pieces. I told her that perhaps I needed a bigger chopping board.  She said there weren't any onion pieces where she chopped.  No comment.

Still later while she was at the sink, I passed by her on the way to the trash.   I slowed and gently rubbed her arm.  Softly I told her that she was giving me goose bumps and asked her how she felt.

Then again lyricing softly, and near her ear, I mentioned my bread crumbs (she had forgotten?) and teasing her slyly whispered, "That proves one thing, 'a woman's place is in the kitchen.'"
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright,  ©  Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/08/lets-eat.html
 - Jim's Little Blog, hot dog search, https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=hot+dog

Comfort 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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A Flash 55 poem for the weekend -- Grocery Shopping

 

Grocery shopping
Isn't favorite thing to do
Math I've learned helps me not

Took my dolly too
Stopped at the Starbucks
Will coffee stunt our growth

Green things I don't eat
Red isn't much better
Do cookies rot my teeth

I went with Mother
She'll spend one quarter for me
What makes the onion cry

 

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Pictures and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2014 and 2017, All Rights Reserved
I'm linked with Kerry O'Conner at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Play it Again Toads !, link is http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/03/play-it-again-toads.html 
 
I chose her first option for a Flash 55 poem.  It turned out also to have an option for it to be a Zen Poem with 55 words of which I'm not real good.  So I'm playing Kerry's prior request of Saturday, May 2, 2015.  It seems that I posted three poems for that day's call, none of which was a very good Zen poem.  The link is http://withrealtoads.blogspot.co.za/2015/05/flash-55-plus.html  I do have exactly 55 Words, with a questioning view and  a set of four Senryū verses which the Zen like.

Painting is easy when you don’t know how, but very difficult when you do. Edgar Dégas
The same may go for poetry? (whatever, I enjoy painting with the words!)

Pictures previously posted here: (on a visit around at the Borough Market in London and in Vauxhall, London, U.K. in 2014--while visiting our daughter and granddaughter and SIL there while they were living for five years in London). http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2014/10/a-quiz-whats-your-favorite-eleven.html