Monday, April 22, 2024

Cat stuff - NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 22

 
        [Our Daughter's Russian Blue cat]


   Cat Fight

Hey diddle doddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
They had a big fight, 
The cat won out, 
The fiddle had a black eye 

The cow quit giving milk, 
The moon cried big tears, 
The little dog laughed no more, 
The dish leaked to the press, 
And the silver spoon sold tickets 
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 - Photo and Poem Adaptation Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 22, 
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Wednesday, January 24, 2024

Prequel to "Jack and Jill" -- A Prequel Poem Written for Friday Writings and for dVerse Poetics

Photo of one of the results of a Bing Search, URL 
[click on picture for larger size view]
 
    Jack and Jill in Training 

Jack and Jill made a training bill 
Climb some hills and gain some new skills 

Run two miles before the wind whiles 
Early up ahead of the sun 

Easy start longer hills a part 
Jack and Jill loved climbing the hills 

Then one day learned enough make hay 
Small mountain they could climb, certain 

Jack and Jill they climbed that big hill 
Jack fell down and Jill broke her crown 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024 
 - I am linked with Rosemary for Friday Writing #111 at 
 - I am also linked before with Lillian of dVerse Poetics at 
 - Rosemary has asked, "If you were to come back as a ghost after you die, what place or person would you most like to haunt – er, revisit?
 - Lillian has asked us to "write a poem that is a prequel to a particular character from a nursery rhyme, aesop’s fable, book, or mythology. See explanation in prompt above. Be sure it’s clear in the poem, who you’re writing about."  For Friday Writings using the prompt is optional, we can instead post a poem previously written or written one off prompt.  I had previously written this poem for Lillian above.   
   You can see that I used a prequel to Jack and Jill of the nursery poem with that name, "Jack and Jill", who climbed the hill but then they fell back down after they had gotten up their hill. The Prequel is usually telling of some events prior, even leading up, to the main story writing, i.e. the Nursery Rhyme here.  
 - Click here to read other folks writing on this prompt. 
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Monday, November 27, 2023

Picture Sketch - a Poem for dVerse Quadrille

Sketch Me


She texted me

Send me a sketch

So I'll know you

leaving the train”


And so I did 

just like she said 

"I'm fairly short

Unruly hair

Eyes that can see

in dark of night

Ears protruding

And button up

Underwear" 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006 and 2023 respectively, All Rights Reserved (Photo first used January 2, 2006, on my "Ask Dr. Jim (blog)", click here to read it.

 - I am linked with Mish for the dVerse Quadrille #190 prompt and with her hosting.  It must use the word "sketch" and be exactly 44 words in length.  https://dversepoets.com/2023/11/27/quadrille-190/

 - Click here to visit others doing the same 

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Friday, October 20, 2023

One single impression: Gift -- and a Poem for Friday Writings

Why;The Gift

Daddy whadja bring me
don' see no big sack
postcards wine yellow cheese
whaja bring me back

Ya know I've been so good
a toy maybe two
cuddly bear an' a doll
really one will do

Puzzle game or some beads
boy's toys play in dirt
Daddy whadja bring me
Oh—pretty t-shirt

Thank you lots 
but 
Why, a shirt like that 

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Poem Copyright
© 2008 and 2023  Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

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Tag for more poems:
One Single Impression October 26, 2008 
Prompted today by (thank you) My Bellavia
Tag: Jim's OSI 

and now on Friday October 20, 2023, with the change of the last verse with six more words, "but '. . . ", and the word, "Why" added to the tittle, 
I am linked with Rosemary for the Friday Writings #99 at 
Rosemary asked us to us"‘Why – ?’ and fill in the blank, then write to your title question" 
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Thursday, August 31, 2023

My Sister -- a Poem for Her -- for a dVerse Prosetics and Friday Writings

    Little Sister, 

When you are old, well pretty old 
old enough to drive like a Senior 
one who should be off the road, 
I'll get you a dog like a lady I knew  

I hear now that you don't drive far 
and are staying off the major roads 
like highways that run though town 
And freeways too, those can kill you  

Driving for me is still a challenge 
challenge to lead the traffic, up front 
you might try my secret, hide keys 
car keys, where they won't be found  

No disaster getting lost, the dog can help 
Follow him, he can take you home 

Note:  This isn't true, neither of us has reached this stage although we are both elderly. Many our age have.  Oh yes, there isn't a dog either.  You can read your fill about her on my other blog (click it).
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Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Rosemary at Friday Writings #92 at   
  - Rosemary has asked us to write  something in response to the phrase “triumph or disaster?”
   who wants us to write of our sibling(s).  I only have sister Lois, she is five years younger than I am.  This is NOT about her nor me nor having a dog (YET)
 - Click here to read of others writing for this second prompt.
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Thursday, June 29, 2023

Said, Done, Butchered ~~ a Poem for Friday Writings

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Errant Cow

                      Well I've said it now 
                      Laid food for the cow 
                      Said what I know how 

                      But it isn't done 
                      Yes I've had my fun 
                      Still cow needs a pun 

                      A tasty wry curd 
                      You can say the word 
                      Make queen of the herd 

                      Not good telling puns 
                      (The finishing touch)                                   Butchered every one 
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2007 [July 10, 2007] and 2023 Respectively, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Rommy at the Friday Writings #83, at  
 - Rommy says, “the phrase is ‘the finishing touch’. Write something inspired by it.” 
 - In Ireland; this is an Irish cow, a white face Herford, the rest of the herd were running along the fence 


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Thursday, April 06, 2023

April -- NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 07 -- and a Write for Friday Writings


The Love Letter 

When I first held you 
The invention of fire (!!)
Haunted by the past 
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Rommy at the Friday  Writings #71  at  
 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo, National Poem Writing Month, for writing ___________. You can see the instructions and will be able to read others' writings there at    
and then click on the day's title that you wish to read.  This one will be posted on "Day 7" but I am not following the given prompt suggestion.
 - Rommy has invited us to write about “small victories” 
 - A 'Spine Poem" makes a poem using the words of spines of books.  I composed this Senryu during a recent library visit
 - The little Flirty Guy follows most of my love poems.  I found him outside a store in Gdańsk, a city on the Baltic coast of northern Poland. .
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Monday, February 27, 2023

New Moon not Blue - an Acrostic Write for dVerse Haibun Night



 Hey Diddle Diddle; 
The Cat And The Fiddle 
 
    Hey, hey, in the sky, there loomed the moon.  The moon was bright that night, a New-moon for our delight.    Who doesn't love to look way up there, thousands of miles away, and see a sight like that.  
    Diddle and piddle, some plod their time away, never looking up into the sky.  They miss the beauty of our universe, especially the visible stars, planets, and our moon.  This New-moon for human consumption by the eye.
    Diddle and diddling tonight, there was to be a special event.  Telescopes were out, binoculars too.  Awaiting an almost miracle event, hinted but not told what it was to be.  Could it be fake news, many speculate.  

    The children with their noses up in the air, scented a special event as well.  Their minds were running wild, how would we know?  Conjuring up answers to this question, some matching science's reports and others letting their minds run wild, they kept on.
    Cat in the alley was up to something.  Had that to do with the speculations?  She meowed nonstop, looking up into the sky.  She wanted to be able to tell, for sure not miss the excitement.
    And then the sky opened up, the clouds went away and all could see.  A gorgeous New-moon was hanging high in the sky.  

    The Ozark Boys and Girls were making music like never before.  Hill Billy music, to tunes all listening would know.  Folks were stomping their feet and clapping their hands.  Dancing was to begin.  Dancing in the halls and in the streets.
    Fiddle de do, the Fiddler did play.  He played his heart out in tribute to the New-moon.  He cried some tears; the listeners were too.  Handkerchiefs if they had, otherwise on their sleeves the tears were wiped away.  

Cats singing low now 
Fiddlers loved their audience 
Trees were clapping leaves 


The Cow Jumped Over The Moon 

    The people were looking up as a never-seen-before event was happening.  The New-moon was smiling, looked ready to applaud.  The Fiddlers stopped for a moment before going wild with those strings.  Never in the Ozarks had the Ozark Boys and Girls seen such a sight. 
    Cow, Farmer Brown's was to be surmised, came flying around but seemed to be headed to the New-moon.  She was, she was!  Flying to the New-moon!  She's on her way! 
    Jumped one big jump then two, up to the New-moon.  Sat on his lap, licked his face.  New-moon just smiled as he ate it all up.  He'd never seen anyone doing that before, nothing like this.  

    Over, she's going over the people below were crying out, "Careful up there."  The cow didn't mind it seemed, perhaps she was ready to go home, home on the other side.  Then it happened, she finished her jumps. 
    The world was going wild, dishes were running away with the spoons; dogs were laughing all over the world and Humpty Dumpty looked as he might fall.  Who would put him back together if he fell?  The other cows even got into the corn, waving The Cow along.  She had jumped over the moon!!  One of their kind over the New-moon.
    Moon soup was the soup of the day, flavored by a few cow hairs.  A Tribute to the Cow jumping over the New Moon. 

Nature clapped to see 
Such a sight never seen before  
Trees closed their green eyes 

My "Moon Jar" made by Mrs.
Garriott, astronaut Owen Garriott's
wife at her pottery shop.  I worked
with Owen some at NASA Houston. 

Note:  The lid's knob is the Earth and the jar body is The Moon.  The jar is about eight inches high.
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 - Haibun Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with   at dVerse Haibun Day
 - Click here to read some of the other's writings 
 - Nursery Rhyme Lyrics: (Wikipedia URL)
        "Hey diddle diddle,
        The cat and the fiddle,
        The cow jumped over the moon;
        The little dog laughed
        To see such sport,
        And the dish ran away with the spoon."
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Sunday, February 12, 2023

Super Bowl - a Limerick

   

Courtesy Fortune.com click here

        Game Night

Super Bowl is worthy of watching
If it's not then catnap is catching
It was fun tonight
My team won their fight
Nickles and dollars bets I'm fetching 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 
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Monday, January 23, 2023

Rabbit Cooling It - a Poem for dVerse Quadrille Monday


National Pie Day

Little Rabbit came looking for 
a leftover pie 
He knew how to enter the fridge 
and looked all around 
Sipped and sampled the goodies all 
pie he found nothing
But danged if he knew the way out 
Wait for you to let 

Ice-cold Bunny 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 
 - I've used the rabbit picture before, first in 2008 (link) as my Easter Rabbit surprise. I have no idea where it originated, it came on a chain e-mailing.
 - I am linked with Mish for dVerse Quadrille Monday #168, prompt today "Ice",  at 
 - Quadrille Monday's poetry has exactly 44 words 
 - To reads other's Quadrille poems, go here,
    Perhaps you would like to write these also 
 - In the U.S. we celebrate National Pie Day, Bing Search My favorite is Apple Pie with Vanilla Ice Cream 
 - Bloggers also write for Pi Day, internationally, Bing Search.  I generally write and post for that, see mine here.

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Thursday, May 05, 2022

Walking - Cinquain

 

  The Call

Mail call 
Me and my dog 
We went out a'walkin' 
Walkin' on the streets for our mail 
Walking

Walking 
Walking the dog 
The dog did her business 
And then was kicking her hind feet 
Kicking 

Kicking 
Kicked up some dust 
Her dust scared up a skunk 
The skunk came running after us 
Running 

Running 
Running full bore 
Didn't know friend or foe 
Came after us--turned rear our way 
Squirting 

Squirting 
Terrible smell 
Quick dog she stepped between 
She took all the smell, we went home 
Walking 
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with dVerse, hosted by ,
for the prompt, a 'challenge to write a Chained/crown Cinquin poem.
Chain/crown cinquain is:
 a series of 5 [entire] Crapsey Cinquains, 25 lines totalsyllabic count: 2-4-6-8-2 in each stanzawritten with a break between each stanzalast line of the previous cinquain repeated as first line of the next cinquain
Note: The final line of the last cinquain does not have to equal the first line of the first cinquain, but it is an option.(I did this, "Walking".) 
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Wednesday, April 27, 2022

Sunday Meal-- NaPoWriMo Day 27


We went out to eat last Sunday 
Money in pocket we could pay 

Pocket money pay our waitress 
Tip money too, buy her a dress 

Now pretty dresses cost a lot 
We wished to see the one she'd bought 

Tip money she'd got, happy girl 
Showed dress to us gave it a whirl 

Wife wore Pearl's came to eat again 
She'd spent all her money on them 

Like good men shared my meal with her 
To save the day and save her fur 

Money in pocket we can pay 
We can go to eat next  Sunday 
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022 
 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 27 for writing prompt and to post my poem, https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-seven-8/ 
 - The prompt was to write a Duplex Poem, a variation of the Sonnet 
 - The photo is of half my plate last Sunday, Mrs. Jim's was the same as I shared the other half with her.  We had a Shrimp Poboy, French fries, and Diet Cokes at our "Fish City" restaurant .
"With 10,000 restaurants representing cuisine from more than 70 countries and American regions, Houston's restaurant scene is as ethnically diverse as its more than 6-million residents. With so many options, it's not surprising that visitors leave the city with plenty of good things to say about dining in Houston." 
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Sunday, October 31, 2021

Sunday Muse -- Barbeque Day

 

Thy word is a lamp unto my  feet, 
and a light unto my path. 
Psalm 119 verse 105 (KJV) 


Today I went to church 
The sermon was on Love 

Love, 
the kind at weddings they tell** 
Then we went to eat with friends 
Had barbeque, Texas style 

I ate like a little pig 
Glad the preacher didn't preach 
on Gluttony, I would flunk 

** would be the Bible again 
   1st Corinthians 13 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Carrie at The Sunday Muse #184 for the Photo Prompt,  , http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/10/sunday-muse-184.html?m=1   
 - On Wednesday, November 23, I also linked to Rosemary at Poetry Pantry, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/10/writers-pantry-94-ends-and-new.html?m=1 for its last Sunday publication. 
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Tuesday, June 01, 2021

Weekly Scribblings -- The Man



Unusual 

I am an unusual man 
I was an unusual boy

Unusual mark I carry 
Wearing it high on my thigh 
Or on my forehead Matters not 
But wear it I must Dreaded mark
Passed on to me and family 
I've passed it to kids Boys and girls 
 
I am an unusual man 
Man who has unusual dreams

I dream of leprechauns and oranges 
My wife dreams of monkeys and bananas 
The children dream of gorillas growling 
and red lollipops made with lemon rhyme 
Gorillas monkeys leprechauns three 
Not uncommon They wear the dreaded mark  
 
I am an unusual man 
With unusual family 

We drink peppermint Gator* Aide 
and eat steak and raw potatoes 
Chocolates at day tea bags at night 
We sleep on cocklebur mattress 
Silk sheets' torn edges cover us 
Not uncommon These dreaded marks 

I am an unusual man 
Unusual habits and friends 

Smile at strangers and scowl at friends 
Jolly at morning Fight at night 
We shower cold with Oxen Dolls 
I chew my cud while milking cows 
and spit it out all the next day 
That dreaded mark goes not away 

I am an unusual man 
Uncanny that I cannot change 

 * Gator, slang for alligator 

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - Magaly's desire, write "poetry or prose which includes one (or all 3) of the following words: unusualuncommonuncanny. You are welcomed to choose your own topic, genre, form… But your contribution must include at least one of the words.
 - My little man?  He is a musical toy who will sing us a song if I give him some new batteries.  First solo exhibit of him alone on my blogs, before he was always sitting with him being beside his singing elephant friend. 
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Wednesday, April 28, 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 28 -- The Flock -- Weekly Scribblings

[My Photo]


Why get up; Rooster and Chickens and Me and You


Why get up when my rooster crows 

He's not crowing for me or you 

He's crowing for his flock, it's time 

Time for them to rise, rise and shine 


He knows early bird gets the worm 

Early to bed early to rise 

makes for healthy wealthy and wise 


Axioms he's learned and rules by 

Yes sure he's boss of the chickens 

But for me my boss is my wife 

She is still in bed and asleep 


[also my photo]

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked to NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 28https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-eight-7/ , where we are prompted there for today to write question and answer poems.  You can find other's efforts there as well. 

 - I have also linked it to Rommy at the Weekly Scribblings #67https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/04/weekly-scribblings-67-liminal-space.html for the idea of liminal space.  I wrote this before I knew the prompt but I think Mrs. Jim (i.e. the writer's spouse) still in bed asleep is far removed from the wake up call of the rooster on his roost in the hen house.

 - This April I am again once a day writing "poems",  for the National Poetry Writing Month 2021.  To read my others click HERE.

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Saturday, December 12, 2020

A Sunday Muse Poem -- Is There More


Not the Best of Days 


Not real smooth today 

She missed her alarm 

Set it to "Snooze" but ... 


Skipped her breakfast 'cause 

The dog burned the eggs 

Then ate the biscuits 


Flat tire on her car 

She had to call Jeb 

He was her friend not 


Where they parked was bad 

Had to park in mud 

Jeb's no Sir Raleigh 


There she lost a shoe 

In the mud some place 

Late bell was ringing 


Were things better now 

Team cheering for her 

Run, run, one shoe gone 


Morning was ho hum 

Only six mistakes 

Noon, get her hair done 


Let's change it to blonde 

I've new goopy bleach 

You can try it free 


When lights came back on 

'Twas seen, bleach wash-out 

Her hair a sick white 


We can save the day 

We'll frize just one side


 - You are welcome to visit my Seasonal Posts on "jim's little Christmas tree farm" blog.  https://jimmiehov7.blogspot.com/?m=1 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo prompt suggestion by Carrie Van Horn at The Sunday Muse # 138, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/12/sunday-muse-138.html?m=1


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