"jimbo" poems - Hello Poetry

The porch bends beneath me, its gray boards sighing. I light a cigarette, send my breath to the wind- maybe White‑Shell Woman will carry it to the horizon. He's fired again, last kitchen inside forty miles that could stand him, bridge burned behind. At lunch I’ll call, say get out or Daddy and Jimbo will haul your whiskey bones to lie with the rattlesnakes. I swore to Mama and to Owl, I will keep the night honest, I wouldn’t spend my years driving a man to dialysis, watching Irish blood unravel like wet lace. But I remember the long Covid winter- two bears in one den, one soft, one starved- when Spider Grandmother wove us together in the dim blue light of tele-novellas and snow. I almost believed it was love again. He pops up like a coyote in the truck’s passenger door, smelling of smoke and ruin. Eighty‑five down the prairie road, bug‑spattered glass, sky bending blue, fields gold as escape. This isn’t working, I whisper. We want different things. Don’t, he says, fingers crawling my thigh No- I shove. Sweetness peels, the sleeping volcano wakes. Before his hand can teach me the rest, I already know: there is no leaving. The road is long, lined with white crosses, and the Ghost Buffalo that's been leading me down it all my life.

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Aug 5, 2025

Aug 5, 2025 at 3:41 PM UTC

Kiki-Dresden

Prairie of White Crosses

The porch bends beneath me, its gray boards sighing. I light a cigarette, send my breath to the wind- maybe White‑Shell Woman will carry it to the horizon. He's fired again, last kitchen inside forty miles that could stand him, bridge burned behind. At lunch I’ll call, say get out or Daddy and Jimbo will haul your whiskey bones to lie with the rattlesnakes. I swore to Mama and to Owl, I will keep the night honest, I wouldn’t spend my years driving a man to dialysis, watching Irish blood unravel like wet lace. But I remember the long Covid winter- two bears in one den, one soft, one starved- when Spider Grandmother wove us together in the dim blue light of tele-novellas and snow. I almost believed it was love again. He pops up like a coyote in the truck’s passenger door, smelling of smoke and ruin. Eighty‑five down the prairie road, bug‑spattered glass, sky bending blue, fields gold as escape. This isn’t working, I whisper. We want different things. Don’t, he says, fingers crawling my thigh No- I shove. Sweetness peels, the sleeping volcano wakes. Before his hand can teach me the rest, I already know: there is no leaving. The road is long, lined with white crosses, and the Ghost Buffalo that's been leading me down it all my life.

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I am essentially not from around here My values are worthless in these parts There is no strength in ethics tying us to our lies Individually You listen to Wagner' operas And contemplate eating a bird If you silk on board with the KC Masterpiece And you can share well You can come Sneak out the back door To the kitchen For the BBQ chicken I never ate it before Not being a chicken eater But the BBQ is delicious And it's callin' my name: Jimbo! Jimbo! Can you hear it? Jimbo

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May 8, 2015

May 8, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC

james-arthur-casey

Feast of Fowl

I am essentially not from around here My values are worthless in these parts There is no strength in ethics tying us to our lies Individually You listen to Wagner' operas And contemplate eating a bird If you silk on board with the KC Masterpiece And you can share well You can come Sneak out the back door To the kitchen For the BBQ chicken I never ate it before Not being a chicken eater But the BBQ is delicious And it's callin' my name: Jimbo! Jimbo! Can you hear it? Jimbo

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You are my soul mate, my very best friend. What started out great- never can end. Without you I'm lonely, lost, not whole. I've given you my body, my heart, my soul. Please hurry home You've been gone way too long I miss you, I need you This love is so strong

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Jan 4, 2013

Jan 4, 2013 at 3:20 AM UTC

eowyn-ausmus

Jimbo

You are my soul mate, my very best friend. What started out great- never can end. Without you I'm lonely, lost, not whole. I've given you my body, my heart, my soul. Please hurry home You've been gone way too long I miss you, I need you This love is so strong

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The world has gone grey. We all live in limbo. But out of the darkness. "Wuss poppin Jimbo."

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May 17, 2017

May 17, 2017 at 10:50 AM UTC

james-mcsweats

Limbo

The world has gone grey. We all live in limbo. But out of the darkness. "Wuss poppin Jimbo."

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"Call me James," he said. Neither Jim, nor Jimmy; & Certainly not: Jimbo. Simply James, like King James, The English Bible James, James who authorized the translation, James the First, himself; Not that other James-- The James of Raoul Dahl--, The James who got involved with a Gigantic peach.

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Sep 30, 2016

Sep 30, 2016 at 1:09 AM UTC

giuseppi-martino-buonaiuto

"Scripture & Giant Peach"

"Call me James," he said. Neither Jim, nor Jimmy; & Certainly not: Jimbo. Simply James, like King James, The English Bible James, James who authorized the translation, James the First, himself; Not that other James-- The James of Raoul Dahl--, The James who got involved with a Gigantic peach.

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Jimbo the cat loved to go on the attack. When people came over to visit his owners. He flew like a missle at their backs. Jimbo thought that he was just being playful. But for people that didn't know him. He needed to be a little bit more careful.

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Dec 15, 2019

Dec 15, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC

Lamar_Cole

Jimbo

Jimbo the cat loved to go on the attack. When people came over to visit his owners. He flew like a missle at their backs. Jimbo thought that he was just being playful. But for people that didn't know him. He needed to be a little bit more careful.

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