To All the Girls I've Loved Before

. . . . . Who travelled in and out my door, I'm glad they came along. (song by Willie Nelson) . . . . .

Saturday, January 14, 2023

Some Ladies in My Life - a Poem of some come to mind

To the ladies I have known
Some for a day 
others seemed and hoped forever. 
I've changes your names, 
to "protect the innocent " 

(There are others, these fit for me the 
prompt photos given for my poem today)

Painting by Richard Burlet “Woman in Blue” 

My first steady girl friend 
Earline, a very fancy girl 
came from a farm but then 
lived in the YWCA 
Curfew at Eleven PM 
cut out of foolishness 
After eleven the cruise gang 
was just beginning to 
take the streets 
We dated for about a year 


Mrs. Farmer lived downstairs 
She'd covered her back patio 
made extra room 
for her niece who lived with 
Mrs. F was my landlady  
didn't mind my oddities 
The niece left for Israel to live 
I moved closer to my work 
I never saw Mrs. Farmer 
or her niece again 

National Geographic 1959 Inuit boy, Alaska 

Made coffee the boss and more 
Bets liked me a lot, a fun girl 
came to visit me a lot too 
We'd go for motorcycle rides 
Never serious body closeness 
One day after lunch, 
a going way party for a fellow,
we didn't come back to work that day 
Her husband was off to war 
she left our work when he came back  


Bees near her bonnet--didn't let them in 
I called her my Hippie Friend 
barefoot, straggly blond hair 
cutoff jeans, bicycle at the stairs 
yellow dog waiting there for her 
Smart as a whip, "A" in calculous 
studied it in English class, back class row 
For "Contemporary Economics" class 
built a sidewalk for underprivileged school kids 
we took my VW Bug way up north 


Three of my lady friends 
each married a buddy of mine  
Angel was fancy, like fancy parties 
she invited me to escort her one night 
Houston Rodeo Kick Off Party, 
at the Coliseum guest ball room 
Helena married my race car driver bud,  
her sister Irene and I sat in the back seat 
the night before her wedding, 
her fiancé was driving



Mrs. Jim I married years and years ago 
Though there were a few others, 
my foolishness was over, parked my motorcycle 
when she was of child 
I love her dearly, she the 
dearest real love ever one could find 

She found me at a singles supper 
that our apartment landlady was giving 
We didn't know each other before 
and I was not supposed to be there 
It was the first night of my night class 
but the prof took role and apologized 
He let us go home--my Buddy Mike and his lady friend 
had saved me a plate, saying "Jim might come"

I came and the 
rest was history 

[click on photo for larger view, click once or twice]
[We were ready to depart from Aukland, NZ]

 - Bottom Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2013 and 2023 respectfully, All Rights Reserved 
 - The rest of photos are the ones that Carrie , hosting, has chosen for inspiration for us to write, at the Sunday Muse #242, I decided to choose every one of them,  
 - I am also posting it one of my other blogs, "To All the Girls . . . " at  
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