Saturday, April 22, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 22 -- Poem - Open Door

Open doors;
  Happy lily ponds
Open doors and lily ponds 
They'll greet me fine today
On my way to work, herons
and grackles smile on me
Sun is shining, birds fishing
Little boys with sling shots
Those boys will be out that door
Moms, dads, my customers
It's going to be my day 
Nice for me and for sales
Doors will open for my knock
First sale my pots and pans
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  - Photos and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 - Notes: 
 - - 1) The photo was taken while I was doing a morning walk at one of the trails in our neighborhood, over by  the mailboxes.
 - - 2) Many of my poems are purely hypothetical if they relate to me or to my feelings, others a mixture of being true or untrue.  This one is more fiction than truth as I definitely am not a door-to-door sales person, I am a retired college prof.  (Though one short time, I did try to sell pots and pans door-to-door while I was in the Army.  I only sold one set and tried to talk that couple out of finishing the sale.  They bought anyway.)
 - I'm linked withat the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, “Bits Of Inspiration ~ Mi Young Lee , 
  - - - and   
 - also to Day Twenty-two of NaPoWriMo,


 - The instructions from Susie: " ... write an original poem inspired by this Mi Young Lee painting. It can be in any style you choose ... "  Susie had met the artist at an exhibition and she gave Susie this lovely print.  In it I saw among other things,  ponds, the heron waiting at the stream for a fish to go by, little boys about to harass the heron, and many opening doors on all the houses in the picture.  It sort of matched my photo.

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Friday, April 21, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 21 -- an Ode,

To My Memories
My lips are sealed, there are things I cannot tell
Sealed not by birth nor by surgery or accident
Sealed only because some things need not be told
Not by promise to anyone except a promise to myself
Some for money will say things that needn't be told
Others for release of bursting head memories
Perhaps I'm selfish, I do enjoy reliving those moments
If that was a sin then is it still a sin to savor them now
If my reasons for keeping mum are for none of these
Then you might ask, pray why won't you tell
And if you do ask I'll say my reasons I just won't release 
Keep these to myself, smile or cry, I will enjoy and mourn
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  - Photo and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 - Notes: 
 - - 1) The photo was taken while I was at one of my running away places (this may be true or 'truth embellished')
 - - 2) Many of my poems are purely hypothetical if they relate to me or to my feelings, others a mixture of being true or untrue.  This one is more truth than fiction.
 - I'm linked withat the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, “I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream, 
  - - - and   
 - also to Day Twenty-one of NaPoWriMo,

 The instructions from Magaly: "I’m not exactly sure how old I was the first time I read I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream”,  by Harlan Ellison ... Can you imagine yourself being full of ideas and words and feelings and wants and urges and needs… and not being able to communicate them? Have you ever pictured yourself living in a world where you are not allowed to speak? ... (here she added 'we could add "for fear of punishment"'--which definitely did not apply to mine, at least anymore) ...  I invite you to create a new poem inspired by the title of Ellison’s short story ... "]

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Thursday, April 20, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 20 -- a Poem, Crows

Fourteen Crows
Fourteen crows came knocking at my door
The leader said to me, come outside
That was a mistake for me to go
But I went.
Again the leader asked me to bow
Bow to him as he was new in charge
I told him, Phewie, then turned and left
Not so fast.
Those fourteen crows quickly blocked my path
You can't go, we are taking your house
A place for the new world headquarters
I'll break your line.
Their line was tough as a steel cable
Speedy breakthrough was of no avail
Called my daughter, bring my gun, loaded
They cut my line.
Cutting the line did nothing for them
It was my cell phone that I had used
The call went through, my gun was coming
Birds understood not.
Their threat had weakened just a little
And things were looking a bit brighter
She arrived, handed me the weapon
Crows approached, mean look.
I had that shotgun on my shoulder
Took aim and fired the first round of shots
Three fell dead, I was getting ahead
Then I awoke.
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked withat the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Corvid and sit a while,
  - - - and   
 - also to Day Twenty of NaPoWriMo,

 The instructions: "So, write about crows, or from the point of view of a crow, or use them as metaphors. Just write about crows!"
 - Note:  The birds in my picture may not have been crows.  If not, they are related vultures.

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Wednesday, April 19, 2017

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
 - I'm linked withat the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Poems in April - Poetry through the eyes of Carol Ann Duffy,
  - - - and   
 - to Day Nineteen of NaPoWriMo,


 - 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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Tuesday, April 18, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 18 -- a Poem,

Four hungry horses
Four hungry horses met at the corner 
Deciding on today's course of action
Having a quorum wasn't problem
Of the seven only their vote counted
They had to decide, jump the creek or stay
The grass here was short, eaten to it's roots
Trouble was that the four could not agree 
The smaller two with equal votes said 'Stay'
They feared their short legs might not jump the creek
We'll give you a nudge, get you over there
And first choice at the greenest grass going
Our vote would change, add Scotland, first class air
Horse Proverb says "Grass is greener on the
other side." This in mind they agreed, "Go"
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, The Tuesday Platform,

  - - - and   
 - to Day Eighteen of NaPoWriMo,

 - For the Tuesday Platform there is no suggested topic as prompt

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Monday, April 17, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 17 -- a Poem, Over, Under, Through

Your Daddy Built a Wall

Your daddy built a wall for me
A wall between us, you and me
It's tall, supposed to keep us apart
Will it work, well I think no way

Wild horses can't keep me away
No better than oceans apart
Or flinging me up to the moon
I'll find a way to come to you

Over, under, or through I'll come
Come flying, crawling, or pushing
Our love is burning hot, searing
Boiling like a pot on the stove

Love will see us through, I'll hold you
Hole we'll make, to carry you through
Let's try it now, wait no longer
Write your note, let's be on our way

"Daddy, seems I can't have you both
Love you too but it's Charlie.  Mine"
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Poem and Photo Copyright
© 2017 and 2010 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked withthe Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Over // Under // ThroughMicro Poetry,

  - - - and   
 - to Day Seventeen of NaPoWriMo,
 - Izzy asked, "Today's (Over // Under // Through) challenge is all about challenges, and how we rise ...or er, don't or whatever." 

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Sunday, April 16, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 16 -- Clouds, an American Sentence Poem

. . . . . . . .   HAPPY EASTER !!!

   Statements; cloud-like 
Over town small clouds, boldly proclaim to the folk, over fields they fade

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Micro Poetry,

  - - - and   
 - to Day Sixteen of NaPoWriMo,

 - Kerry has invited us to write an American Sentence Poem which is like a Haiku or Senryū "with seventeen syllables (BUT) going across, linear, like just about everything else in America."


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Saturday, April 15, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 15 -- a Poem, "movie thief"

The World's Greatest Criminal Mind (Ratigan)

The Day I Became Delinquent
With my mother and father,
I lived in the Queens sewer
There the conveniences
were sufficient save food
Mother, Dad was never home,
would send me on search missions
"Search and steal" we called them all
Hood "King of Theft" I became
No regular grocery 
bandit for hire would I be
Bakeries were my target
Cherry pie my specialty
Things got to be exciting
The nation's best detective,
cherry pie lover way back,
was now on my case and tail
King of Theft, mouse** made great
Stealthiest thief you could know
Making sad fools of the law
Delinquent mouse made big time
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 - Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with Rommy at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, The Villain Speaks, 

  - - - and   
 - to Day Fifteen of NaPoWriMo,

 - Rommy would like for us to give a voice to a villain (fictional only please). My villain is Ratigan of Walt Disney fame, in the movie "The Great Mouse Detective" (link) which was released in 1992.  Ratigan was from sewer heritage and made big time as a bakery thief.  We saw the movie on TV a while back.  You could probably check the movie out on a DVD from your local library.

 - **Ratigan thinks himself as a mouse but in the film he is actually a rat ("Although he lavishes himself as a mouse, he has rat-like characteristics, such as sharp fangs and fingers, a large nose, and a long, pink tail." (

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