Thursday, May 24, 2018

a "Must Love Dogs" Poem for Thursday

 The dog
In my life I've had dogs and cats
Not many but quality counts
First I remember is August 
August is generic for him

His real name I won't say, cannot
But he's a German shepherd dog
Family dog he, I called him mine
He loved me much, perfect playmate
August helped with the animals
Those of Dad's on share cropped farm
He herded pigs and brought up cows
Horses' friend strictly outside dog
One tale I'll tell, when August bit
My older cousin chasing me
Tag game, August wanted to play
Protecting me he was excused
Time has passed and so did August
Bit her good -- laugh, he joined our play
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Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
  (photo is 'PrintScreen' of the header at "* * TOTAL german shepherd * *" )

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Tuesday, May 22, 2018

A Tuesday Poem

In the Sky
Riders of the sky have you in their sights
No, they're not shooting or going to hurt you
They're aiming their big ear, pointing your way
Big Brother up there wants to listen in
What you are saying and talking about
Who you are talking to and what about
So you ask, just what is this all about
It's all hush-hush and not for you to know
Best keep your skeletons in the closet
You have often heard it said, "Break a leg"
But Big Brother would rather break a knee

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Photos and Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved

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 - I've been laying low lately.  Actually, pretty low feeling.  Literally low also, I HAVE BROKEN MY LEFT KNEECAP.  Doctor's orders, "Immobilize it for six weeks to see if it will grow back together."  My other knee cap never did grow back, it only calcified.  I go back to my orthopedic doctor next Wednesday.  BTW, it wasn't Big Brother, just my brittle bones gave loose. 

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Friday, May 18, 2018

Mothers - a Poem for Friday.

Weary this day sigh in relief
Sticks for the stove porridge to heat
Wood chopper not no axe for she
Mothers expend their energies
Always they have children to feed

Her fire is warm children are fed
Stories to read mother well read
Their teeth are brushed now off to bed
Children at peace their prayers said
Mothers world wide their prayers inbred

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Poem Copyright, 2018 Jimmiehov,  All Rights Reserved

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Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Running -- a "Poem" for Tuesday

Running Away

I'm running, running,
  but to where
I've been to places
  here and there
Remembering them 
  hard to do
The ones I've written
  I'll show you  

Birthdays are the best 
  day to run
Some exotic place
  have some fun
Guatemala and
  local too
New York city
  China seemed new

Alaska Moscow
South America
  places to go
Holy Lands Istanbul
Even Iceland's fire
   called to me 

Sweden and Denmark
  Norway's fiords
Germany Rome
  Austria's chords  
Paris and London
   Egypt's tomb
Panama Canal
  take me home

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Photo and Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
   (Pictures are from my other blog that I Print Screen'ed just now)

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I often tease about RUNNING AWAY FOR MY BIRTHDAY.  I've never gone by myself, Mrs. Jim and sometimes other family members run with me.  Link, click here, to a few "Running Away" posts on my other blog.  You could search it for most any of the places mentioned to see if I've been there.

These ARE nice places.  Most time when I write in first person not all of what you read is truly me.  But here, of these places I've visited after we retired or some in the summers before (I had six weeks off).  I've been to all the states, I didn't mention Hawaii and a few other nice places here. 

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Sunday, May 13, 2018

A short flash Palindrome Poem for the Weekend

New here?
Wanting not to scare you
Not welcome
Away go you
You go away
Welcome not
You scare to not wanting
Here new?
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Photo and Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2018. All Rights Reserved

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I ginned this up while in church this morning. Welcome there is fine.  My Palindrome form mechanics seem okay but reading is not real swell.  Read more about them at the link above and here.

Flash writing is generally 55 Words maximum, sometimes for various reasons one will wish to publish exactly 55 Words.  This one has 26 words, the 13 of the first verse are repeated in reverse order for the second verse.

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Wednesday, May 09, 2018

Eyelashes, Manure, and Past Job Titles ~~ Poems?


The Politician  
Our hero didn't look his part
Eyelashes of greens, reds, yellows
Blue jeans matching light blue sport coat
Makes fellow sort of want to cry
Politician, heroic role
The eyelashes give him away
Doesn't matter his wife likes it
His eyes too are painted that way
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Caretaker, Barnyards Unlimited 

Our hero, Farmer once before

Went to college but didn't stay
Now in the Army getting out
Spent his time, five years of his life

Told them he wouldn't reenlist  
A year of school and training two
Learned fancy stuff, electronics
Radars and computers he'd fix   

Will you re-up?  No sir, I'm through
Civilian soon, an Engineer  
Till then a two month job for you 
Haul horse manure to my garden 
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New Occupation

Our man has quit with his day job 
Went back to school and learnt some more
So he's a Professor, Doctor
Make that Emeritus, retired
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Photo and Poem(s) Copyright, Jimmiehov (2010) Photo and 2018 (poems), All Rights Reserved

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Sunday, May 06, 2018

A Flash poem for Tea

     The Cup - Adolf de Meyer (1912)
              Fair Use Principles
Just what she had been thinking

Be with you in a minute maam
(She's gonna order soup for one
Then she'll share with her sister, damn)
Now what will you have for today
I'll have a cup of soup, two spoons
(Cheapie, no tip here for the wait)
Mm mm, smells nice.  On my tab, Hon
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Photo and Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
   (Photo is my PrintScreen copy from Kerry, linked below)

I'm linked with Sanaa at the Tuesday Platform,

I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor at

Flash poems are usually 55 words or less.  I'm
 at 49 +six for the title makes 55 words.  Yippee!!!
First I posted writing from my Galaxy 5 smart phone but now it is updated with the  picture using my computer.

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Monday, April 30, 2018

NaPoWriMo 2018-30 -- Day 30, the year's final Poem here

My final 'poem', #30 of 30, for the 2018 NaPoWriMo -- Yay!!!

A Day spent for Henry Lautrec;
  by product a Cézanne original find; and
a true poem about the author's travels  
I museum for the classics
Favorites touristing are three
Paul Cézanne and Vincent VanGogh
and then short lifed* Henri Lautrec
We automobiled up from Caunes-
Minervois France to Albi on
the River TarnBreakfasted on
the way at a Farmers Market
Louis Pascal I by Toulouse-Lautrec
Wiki Commons
Albi cherubs Henri Lautrec
His birthplace city pretty town
it panhandles for your visit
Signed "no photography" almost
Cameraed this beauty amongst
the Lautrecs before I stop-signed 
a beauty typical Cézanne
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Photos and Poem Copyright, 2018 and 2006 and 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads; 
 - We were instructed to make verbs from existing nouns.  My verbs are printed in RED.  I think none of my verbs here are in the dictionary as verbs but they may be.  It was hard and some of mine are removed somewhat from the real verb that I wanted to use.

 - I'm also linked with the National Poem Write a Month for my NaPoWriMo, Day 30 Poem at .  Here we were to discus a little of an artist or work of art or other that is little known.  The Henri Toulouse-Lautrec Museum at Albi does not promote the work of Paul Cézanne, I just happened on this original walking around. 

 - *Note: Henri died at age 37: (link)
        Born: 24 November, 1864 - Albi, France
        Died: 9 September, 1901 - Paris, France
    I have a print of his cousin and friend, Louis Pascal, framed for my study.

  - We've stayed at different times in each of these artist's towns or very close nearby:
      My Albi trip posts ( )
      The museum and town finds ( Googled Links )
      Henri Toulouse-Lautrec ( Googled Links )
      Paul Cézanne ( Googled Links )

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Sunday, April 29, 2018

NaPoWriMo 2018-29 -- Day 29, "When you're out"

When you're out on the town;
  dine, drink, play, and be safe
You're eating crawfish, savor the last four, end unless you suck their heads.
If you're out boozing, have designated driver,  or you go to jail.
When you're bowling, make sure your shoes are tied, trip and you'll go down the lane.
And if you go pee, make sure to wash your hands twice, before and after. 
( A four set "American Sentence Haiku/Senryū" form poem
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Photos and Poem Copyright, 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved 
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Saturday, April 28, 2018

NaPoWriMo 2018-28 -- Day 28, a story in Tanka format

A story of my two nice cars
Title say 'nice cars'
A Rambler and a Mustang
though some would debate
Family of six Mouths to feed
'60 Rambler Wagon fits
This car's sad demise
Rear ended some pokey guy
He stopped way too fast
My little Rambler's new home
Junk yard at the edge of town  


When I retired
I bought a present for me 
Pretty Mustang car
Black GT Convertible
Very fast the ladies liked
Top down thing for me
Two years old young lady owned
Mustangs for ladies
Now this car twenty years old
She's looking good for her age
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Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked withat the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads; 
 - (Gillena has another form new to most of us and would like for us to try it.  Time constraints on me said I should just write something for the 'April Poem a Day' stint and not worry about the form.  I might try it later.  So this is a four set Tanka form "poem" of sorts.)
 - (Her theme though, was Destruction, which fits the Rambler well and the Mustang also in that it goes very fast, I've had it up to 140 mph when she was younger.  Metal fatigue sets in and I will not drive it quite that fast any more.  It really is twenty years old, two when I bought it--a 1998 model, and now has seen 107K miles of highways.)
 - (The dog in the Mustang picture is Adi, my beagle friend.  She and I were a certified animal therapy team.  We visited mainly at an assisted living home.  Adi loved to visit the Alzheimer residents and they all loved her.  After petting her for a bit many would reminisce about the dog or dogs in their lives.  Many they said, were now living with their children.  Adi was also a Reading Dog, she loved to read with the children in the library and in school.  Adi died in 2012 at age 17.)

 - I'm also linked with the National Poem Write a Month for my NaPoWriMo, Day 28 Poem at

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