Winter, season welcome? - a Poem for dVerse Quadrille

["Freezing rain", ©  Jimmiehov 2007] 

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Season not favored;

or is it?

Season for which 

I have mixed feelings 

Winter is coming 

A little freezing rain 

once in a blue moon 

But more often than not 

there'll be no snow, be 

only rain or 

freezing cold 

Is though, little bit fun  

to play when snow comes  

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, 2007 and 2023 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) for dVerse Quadrille #189 who requested for prompt that we use some form of the word moon in context of our poem, at     https://dversepoets.com/2023/11/13/quadrille-189-poems-most-mad-moonly/ 

 - Quadrilles are poems of exactly 44 words 

 - Click here to read others using this prompt

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Note: I used the picture and third and fourth lines on January 29, 2007 

    http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-for-grins-we-do-have-little.html

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At Early Moon -- a dVerse Prosery Piece

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Journey into the Trees

"An early moon is just a piece of change in the softening sky." **   Standing on the bridge squinting my eyes in the waning light I could see into the trees.  

There a little brown monkey just weaned from his mother, a beggar bedded down for the night, and swarms of mosquitoes who greeted me. They invited me into their little forest, I willingly went.

Quite an adventure for me, my eyes gradually adapted to the dim. The monkey had playthings scattered beyond his rug, the beggar was swigging a bottle of cheap gin, and none of those mosquitoes would bite.

Playing interrupted there came visitors, Mama Monkey and Beggar's Wife with chicken sandwiches and a can of Bactine. Though we had nothing, not one thing, in common we became best of friends. In the tree shadowed moonlight never to be seen except by me. 

**  first line by James Masao Mitsui, “Spring Poem for the Sake of Breathing, Written After a Walk to Foster Island”  for full Poem, click here

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 - Photo and Prose piece Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved (The bridge was a part of my friend, John's, five-acre yard. We often had car club meetings at his home. John died a few years ago.  

 - I am linked with Merril D Smith for the Prosery Prompt Line which I used as the opening line here.  To read about the line's heritage and to see the requirements for the Prosery writing tonight (one is not more than 144 words, I have exactly 144 not including the title), go here, 

  https://dversepoets.com/2023/06/05/prosery-breathing-and-moons/  

 - Click here to read others writer's Prosery piece 

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Scary writing? -- a Moon inspiration for my biting, howling and writing at the Friday Writings

    

    

“Blood is really warm, it’s like drinking hot chocolate but with more screaming.”

          Zombie Haiku: Good Poetry for Your… Brains, by Ryan Mecum 

    It's My Moon Tonight

The moon, my moon 

It's time for the Hunter's Blood Moon 

When full like that, 

red and bloody and very full 

My time, my moon 

Come Hunter's Blood Moon, fangs are out 

I hunt and hunt 

Hunt, a lady just right for me 

Look my way please  

Lady you are my kind tonight 

Your lovely neck 

I'll bite your neck and draw red blood 

Biting ladies 

Then drawing me some sweet hot blood 

That makes me howl 

Howl at the moon and bite some more 

Biting, howling 

Hunter's Blood Moon, Hunter's lady

Our Moon Tonight--for Halloween 

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I found this Halloween tree at our local Houston Methodist Hospital West this week 

  

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 - Bottom Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Rommy for her Word "sweet" Prompt at Friday Writings #50,   https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2022/10/friday-writings-50-sweet.html which fits Rommy's theme word "sweet" as writing Prompt where links to other's writings are posted

 - I am also linked and posted at http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2022/10/my-moon-poem-for-dverse-poetics-nights.html with sarahsouthwest for the Moon Photo at dVerse Poetic write night, to write with a word from her type moon word list, I chose Hunter's and Blood   

https://dversepoets.com/2022/10/18/mooning-around/.  I made a few changes for the Friday Writings entry

 - Click here to find others who have accepted Sarah's challenge 

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My Moon -- a Poem for dVerse Poetics Nights

    It's My Moon Tonight

The moon, my moon 

It's time for the Hunter's Blood Moon 

When full like that, 

red and bloody and very full 

My time, my moon 

Come Hunter's Blood Moon, fangs are out 

I hunt and hunt 

Hunt, a lady just right for me 

Look my way please  

Lady you are my kind tonight 

your lovely neck 

I'll bite your neck and draw red blood 

Biting ladies 

Then drawing me some hot red blood 

That makes me howl 

Howl at the moon and bite some more 

Biting howling 

Hunter's Blood Moon, Hunter's lady

Our Moon Tonight 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with  sarahsouthwest for the Moon Photo at dVerse Poetic write night, to write with a word from her type moon list, I chose Hunter's and Blood   

https://dversepoets.com/2022/10/18/mooning-around/ 

 - Click here to find others who have accepted Sarah's challenge 

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The Sunday Muse -- Time's Big Change

Doom 

The Moon shone brightly, storm was gone 

One small cloud stayed for company 

Both had hope for the universe 

All others fled there were no stars 

The moon the cloud and one lone bird 

Just those three and oodles of wet 

Old Sol was spewing fire brimstone 

Puking like a drunken old man 

The bird ignorant it played dumb 

The Moon was tired and growing dim 

The fluffed cloud was seeking a lamb 

The Sun nearly emptied his gut 

After that it was all lights out 

One cloud to float away, bird dies 

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 - Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Carrie Van Horn for the photo prompt at the Sunday Muse #162,   http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/05/sunday-muse-162.html?m=1 

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 17 -- Moon Howling

 

Come Howl with Me 

The Moon is full tonight 

Watch it in the east as 

it rises big and bright 

Over the horizon 

Just as twilight begins 

Howling time begins when 

Comes the hour of Midnight 

The foxes and the wolves 

Give us a sendoff clue 

When it's just right for you  

Auool, auool, auool, auool 

My howling will never cease 

Howling until wolves do stop 

Followed by the foxes, 

Coyotes and dogs everywhere 

Do I grow fangs at midnight 

On their necks women to bite 

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

 - Upper Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006, see link below to read. 

I'm linked with Magaly  Guerrero in the Writer's Pantry #66,   https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1 

 - I am also linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 17, https://www.napowrimo.net/day-seventeen-7/ -- from instruction prompt there, “Today, I’d like to challenge you to stop fighting the moon. Lean in. Accept the moon. The moon just wants what’s best for you and your poems. So yes – write a poem that is about, or that involves, the moon.“

 - The Lone Wolf has been in our family, since when I don't know, before I was born.  My sister, Lois (read of her), was always afraid of that wolf.  I have it now and just finished taking it's picture for you. 

 - My first Moon Howling blog post and with the above photo I wrote in , Tuscany, Italy, back in 2006.    https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-fair-to-howl-tonight-howl-with-me.html?m=1 and more of Tuscany,   https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=tuscany

   We had a five week holiday in Southern Europe.  Two weeks in Sicily, one week at the Amalfi coast and surrounding including Naples, another week in Province, France, and our last week in Tuscany.  

   The Sicily and Amalfi visit was with a tour company, the last two weeks we had a rental car from Milan and back to fly home. 

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Walking and Seeing ~~ A Mini Poem for Sunday

 

Walking in the moonlight with Mom;

"I can see the great uncomplicated thing" 

 

We'd go walk around the block Mom and me

A little girl, about five I would guess

Maybe four or six, can't remember well

The Moon was bright, fuzzy as usual

Remember the night, last time for a bit

 

Then one evening we went again, us two

Moon was bright, I could see the sidewalk cracks

Next remembered looking up, sight to see!

"Mother, I can see the Man in the Moon!"

"Uncomplicated Things" doctors can fix
 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright © 2017, 2010, 2008 (photos) and 2017 (Poem) Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - Photo at top is a "Print Screen" copied from Kerry's post below 
 - Photo below the poem was published on my other blog in 2008 and 2010 

 - I'm linked with  Kerry O'Connor, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Micro Poetry ~ Uncomplicated Things,  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/08/micro-poetry-uncomplicated-things.html
 - Kelly's instructions are, "This weekend, our frame of reference is "Uncomplicated Things" - from the second line of the poem, The Moon, by Leonard Cohen. "  Then build a short mini-poem around that line as inspiration, ten lines or less (I have ten lines).

 - Notes:
 - - In a couple of places I purposely confused the correct form of pronouns (note especially for a certain daughter, then for my sister, and for other unnamed ladies, who are keepers of the straight)

 - I have deleted a small amount of text, third line from Cohen's poem as it was unsuitable for some of my younger readers.

 - - The "Moon Jar" pictured above was made by pottery artist, Helen Garriott.  This jar and companion "Sun Jar" were of limited production, each one handcrafted. (previously posted in 2008 and 2010 in my other blog - link).  Helen Garriott (link) was the wife of Owen Garriott (link), Sky Lab Astronaut and is mother of Richard Garriott (link) who is a civilian who paid his own way to ride up the Space Lab. 
 
 - - The cougar behind is a print by Charles Fracé, a nature painting artist. Mine is autographed by him, "To: Jim", and represents my college, The University of Houston, and its athletes, the Houston Cougars. Mrs. Jim gave me the picture after having it so nicely framed.

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