Friday, October 21, 2016

How Many? -- a Poem for Bob Dylan

How Many

How many times must a man fall down
  Before he gets picked up no more
How many times must a child get killed
  Before we take the guns away
How many times must the girls be sold
  Before we don't raise any more
The answer my friend, is not to be had
  The answer is not to be had

How many souls must come to their end
  Before motherhood stops in vain
How many graves for the little ones
  Before the earth will hold no more
How many families loose their precious ones
  Before all are rotting away
The answer my friend, is not to be had
  The answer is not to be had

How many times must a bad man kill
  Before they take his toys away
How many men will be locked away
  Before greedy men go to Hell
How many days will turn into years
  Before God makes the carnage stop
The answer my friend, He alone does know
  God alone the answer does know
_ _ _ _ 
Photos and Poem copyright, © 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved
Today I'm linked with Kerry O'Conner at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Kerry Says ~ It's Blowing ... []

For our springboard, Kerry said: "On Thursday, October 13, Bob Dylan became the first song-writer to be awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature, ‘having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition.’ Dylan is the only artist to have won a Grammy, Golden Globe, Pulitzer, Polar, Oscar and the Nobel Prize." And more.

(1) The bigger bad boys, i.e. I.S.I.S. and the like have very large toys, cannon sized and still larger.


Born: May 24, 1941 (age 75), Duluth, MN
Full name: Robert Allen Zimmerman Spouse: Carolyn Dennis (m. 1986–1992), Sara Dylan (m. 1965–1977)_ _ _ _

Jimmie's Got a Gun
Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done
Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound of my gun
Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done
Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound, it's the sound...

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah....

Janie's Got A Gun
Janie's Got A Gun
Her whole world's come undone
From lookin' straight at the sun
What did her daddy do
What did he put you through

From Aerosmith - Janie's Got A Gun Lyrics (There's more at the link. I interpret 'daddy' to be her old man in hippy terms and the 'little baby' (later in the song) meant that Janie was very young--way too young.)

[For larger pictures click on to the picture, try again for larger still]

I blogged of my guns and gun experiences hereSince most of those I have acquired a real gun that I could keep.  It is a Spanish 9mm pistol of which the manufacturer has long gone out of business.  It is a Star, M243 Model Firestar Plus, 9mm, manufactured by Star Bonifacio Echeverria S.A. Eibar (Guipuzcoa), Spain. 
It is still new, never been shot.

"A double-stack 9mm version (M-243) ... was commonly referred to by the unofficial name "Firestar Plus". The Firestar was produced by the now defunct Star Bonifacio Echeverria, S.A. in Eibar, Spain until 1994. The Firestar was imported into the United States by Interarms of Alexandria, Virginia."


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Saturday, October 15, 2016

an October poem

[Texas Lighthouse at Point Bolivar]
October is a cow, a female cow
She will moo for you and make you a shake
You have no choice but for you to rejoice
October is a pig, big old spoiled boar
He won't pay you never mind so you think
Walk past him quickly, he is gonna grunt
October is a baby chick, come quick
see how fast it learns, today tries to crow
Tomorrow it is to scratch, dig for worms
October is all the pets on my farm
Donkey Don, Billy goat, Cilly sheep, Shep
I've named them all, won't bore you with no more
Well except just one more, my favorite
October is my trusty horse, my love
Harley cares for me, nuzzles and gives me rides
_ _ _ _ 
Photos and Poem copyright, © 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved
I'm linked with at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads,
Bonus fact, the only truth here, my birthday is in October, near Halloween

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Friday, October 14, 2016

Wise old birds don't fly so fast ~~ a Saturday poem

"No one is free, not even the birds.
They are chained to the sky."
Bob Dylan

The winds are blowing, the birds are going
They're gliding southward, to places unheard
"V" formation rule, older birds up front
They've been north before, strong with expertise

Wise old birds don't fly so fast, they cannot
But they know each and every farm they pass
The creeks and watering holes, supper worms
And when they tire, they move back, next one's turn
_ _ _ _

Photo and Poem copyright, © 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved
Bob Dylan photo, below, from the Houston Chronicle, 10/14/2016
I might like him to sing my poem this morning.
My other Migration poem (link)

Today I'm linked with Hanah at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Transforming with Nature's Wonders;

I'm also linked to Tuesday Morning Platform, a re-run for Toads, Guests, and Fans:

Please come get your award, Mr. Dylan.  All America is waiting, the whole world is. 
Thank you, we love you and your music, every song is a poem.

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Saturday, October 08, 2016

A poem for the Dodo Bird -- a dodoitsu

. . . . . . .. . . .  . the Dodo, by C. Edwards (wikicommons)
a Dodoitsu;
poem for the dodo bird

Lines, three sevens and one five
Syllable count, that we do 
Reminds me of dodo bird 
Dodoitsu form

My poem form for dodo bird 
Goofy bird brunt tales galore
Friendly bird, trusted too much 
Extinct, ate by hog 
_ _ _ _ _

Poem copyright© 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved
Photo copied from Wikipedia, "free to use, a file from the Wikimedia Commons

I'm linked with  

 - 1.  The Dodoitsu poetry form is a Japanese "4-line poem (with) seven syllables in the first three lines and five syllables in the fourth–and final–line. The dodoitsu often focuses on love or work with a comical twist. ... I haven’t found any word on whether dodoitsu traditionally have titles or not."
  - 2. "What happened to the last dodo bird?"  (They became extinct before the 1700's, probably the last one or egg eaten by a hog or a rat.)
 - 3.  Dodo Birds,

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Thursday, October 06, 2016

a Challenge Poem, "What are you going to wear for Halloween?"

What are you wearing for Monday night
Halloween Night with Ghosts and Goblins
Wear something real scary, not a clown
Clowns have fallen into disfavor
Ruined it for us all, bad persons

What would Ronald do, I asked of me
Go look it up with good Google's help
Alright for Ronald is good for me
_ _ _ _

Photo and Poem copyright© 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved
The Barnum Bailey clown lady was first posted here in 2012, at

I am linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Words Count with Mama Zen

M.Z. Wants us to tell her what our Halloween costume will be for this year.  She has asked for us to do this in 55 words or less
Mine is exactly 55 words, with no title as of yet.

Retro, from :
Costume party anyone?
This is (was) my favorite!

It was our party outfit we wore at a former year's Halloween party. People liked our lamp costumes

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Tuesday, October 04, 2016

a 'Crash Poem"

Picture by Jimmiehov, copyright 2014, all rights reserved 

I awoke slowly, my head 

I awoke slowly, my head was throbbing, 
my arm was bleeding, am I still alive? 
I remembered that moment, downward we 
Until the next second, seeming eons 

We crashed.  People screaming, babies crying 
Then I fell again, out of consciousness 
I awoke to moaning, hushed sobs, no tears 
Some alive, some wishing death, most were dead 

Then I saw him, silver cane in hand, tall 
Cold were his eyes, a gruesome grey, shining
Red rays emitted, piercing dark corners
Seeming to be searching the rubble, looking 

I began his search, those alive we helped 
Splinted an arm or leg, stopped their bleeding 
Pulled and walked them from the plane, yet no fire 
The dead we piled, strange, he marked with his cane 

When I awoke again all was quiet 
No grimness, no airplane, no bodies seen 
Another man, golden cane in his hand 
Was I dead, was I marked by the other 

No scratches could I feel, my head was clear 
Clear from the scratch of the dead, clear from aches 
No bleeding, no cuts, like it never was 
The man with the golden cane met me then 

Smiling he said, quite an ordeal you had 
It's over now, thanks for helping down there 
We didn't miss a soul, ours are all here 
The living went on, rest marked for the fire 
_ _ _ _ 

Poem copyright © 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved

I am linked twice at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.
Once with Kerry O'Conner at A Skyflower Friday -- Shipwreck (link) and
Again with Marian Kent at Tuesday Platform (link)

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Sunday, October 02, 2016

a somewhat silly ditty ~~ "Small giants and large dwarfs"

Namba Parks in Osaka
Bored Panda 
Small giants and large
dwarfs share the landscape
Architects delight,
weaving climbers and
tiny windows share
the scene fighting for
the top, upside down,
downside up, silly
twins bewilder you
and me, cousins sad
to think of what may
become way of life
for normal people
too, way too sick to
argue, quarrel. 
Doesn't matter
_ _ _ _

Ditty copyright, © 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved

Photo inspiration, Namba Parks in Osaka by Bored Panda , from Kerry's Flash 55 PLUS! Challenge. 

Kerry, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (at ) introduced us to the Bored Panda website.  There she "came across the post, 15+ of the most Amazing Examples of Japanese Architecture. ... (she) was transfixed by the ergonomic and/or economic use of space" (just right for my giants and large dwarfs).

Oh yes, exactly 55 words, per Kerry's request. 
Note:  I may not be politically correct.  But then, ... (Doesn't matter -- I liked the picture)

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Tuesday, September 27, 2016

a Poem, another day in the life

The doctors are keeping;
   if it weren't for them ...

Doctors are keeping my generation alive
Weren't for them I'd be dead and my wife
would live her life in a wheelchair
The doctors are keeping me alive
and us a going.  The doctors are

Sometimes it's not fun growin' old
But someone's gotta do it

So we get up early and fight the traffic
Like back in those old days of work and
fighting traffic, haven't forgotten how
Held my place driving, twenty or eighty
mph the freeway goes. Jousting match

Sometimes it's not fun growin' old
But someone's gotta do it

Take our blood and chest X-rays
EKG tells no lies on me, little ones for
her.  Blood pressure's high for the Mrs.
Little low for me. No new pills this time
What we're doing must be fine. You can go

Sometimes it's not fun growin' old
But someone's gotta do it

Fasting since midnight, laxative for me
My "Peripheral Vascular Sonogram"
The lady can come back next week,
stress test (I'll fight the traffic again)
Check her Branch Bundle Block, find its cause

Sometimes it's not fun growin' old
But someone's gotta do it

Now we can eat and drink, The twelfth floor
for coffee at the outpatient admission office
pretend we belong.  Next to eat at our favorite,
Cajun food, Beans and rice Shrimp poboy
Macy's next, minutes few, look at shoes

Sometimes it is fun growin' old
And someone's gotta do it

Twenty-eight miles driving like a pro
Stopping those two times, food and shop
Traffic picked up, few minutes became ninety
Get the mail, park the car, carry the packages
TV on, chairs back, feet  up. Nap time for us
Doing our part. Populate the earth
Another day in the life of an older person

Sometimes it's not fun growin' old
But someone's gotta do it

_ _ _ _

Photos and Poem copyright, © 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved

I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform,

The Tuesday Platform is a free day, with no prompt in particular to write for, of, or of our thoughts arousedKerry introduced us to a deceased children's writer, Roald Dahl, and to some of his works.  She marveled how prolific he was and the great mark he has left for us who follow. 

Likewise, she remarked how we who write and post here are leaving our mark on this earth, what it may be.  I would ask you to follow the link above and check him out.  After that perhaps Google him.  You probably have met up with some of his work.

Note:  The top picture was taken from my doctor's office which is on the 27th floor of the O'Brien Tower, formerly named the St. Luke's Tower.  The lower picture is of the Ragin Cajun restaurant where the best Cajun food in Houston cafes may be found (although Mrs. Jim's Red Beans and Rice are much better.  She is from Louisiana.).

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Saturday, September 24, 2016

Take a Ride ~~ a Friday Night poem

   [2001 Chevrolet Corvette from M S N  Autos]

Take a Ride

Come take a ride with me
It's Friday night to spend
Would you spend it with me

Let's cruise Main Street tonight
My gas, get you a shake
We can cruise till we tire

Say look at us makin'
Where you can hide we plan
Makin' it makin' out

Let's get wild a wee bit 
We'll hustle us a drag
This Chevy burns rubber

Beats the Fords all but one
We'll win.   The dance is hot
Edge of town music flows

Friday night after that
Can last until the morn
Smiling light Sun is ours

Babe won't you please say yes
You'll take a ride with me
Friday nights can get wild
_ _ _ _

Poem copyright, © 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved
Photo is of a 2001 Chevrolet Corvette from M S N  Autos

I'm linked with

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Thursday, September 22, 2016

Sidekicks -- a Love Poem of sorts, not real mushy


Growing up Sidekicks

Growing up on our farms, a blast for me
The days before local gangs developed
"Them Boys" as we were called cared for the hood
Sweet on this girl, she had a crush on me

Spending more time with her than with the boys
Learned life's lessons together, good 'n bad
First grade we'd pull aside, tease ecstasy
Was my sidekick, she had a crush on me

Always in each other's mind, setting life's stage
Living double lives, this the both of us
Mine the boys, then with her, her life the same
She for me, me for her, sweet crush on me

Sidekicks always develop more, ours did
Ecstasy learned put into practice, we
Teenage crush still, it matured.  Loved that girl
Her time was first, for sure the boys were last

Then one day we had to part, parent things
New school for her, far away, we lost track
The next I heard she had killed herself.  Dead
That part of her story I never knew 
_ _ _ _

Poem copyright ©, 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved
Photo copyright ©, 2011.  I took it on my favorite London street, a block ahead is Abey Road of the Beatles fame.  At that time out daughter lived in a flat inside the fence to the right. 

I am linked with at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Sidekicks in the Spotlight,

1.  This story has truths, fantasies, and fictions, a little of all three and other.  I don't kiss and tell.  Fact is though that two of the girls I had been sweet on have committed suicide. 
 - One I will tell, I grew up with Janis Joplin music and really liked her and her songs.  She did commit suicide, I still a record and a CD, that's all. 
 - Other girls and young ladies have had their crushes, I don't know why.  And they have different stories.
2.  Mrs. Jim and I have been married 43 years, we are sidekicks.  For real!
3.  Mrs. Jim thinks the couple in the foreground are both young ladies.  I think it is boy, girl.  I know that the couple walking ahead is one of each gender holding hands.
4.  Here is a poem, the second, bottom, written on/for my first grade crush.  The setting was the school storm cellar steps.

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