April -- NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 01 -- it Starts Today + The Sunday Muse, writes

 

Just the Two; 

Once upon a time; 

No Apple to Bite  

Once upon a time New Earth was barren 

Barren, void and empty planet waiting 

Ready and waiting for second version 

God had put it there ready and waiting 

Now comes the Wymps a couple found special 

Special in that they were clean--minds were purged 

  Knew nothing not one thing memories were blank 

Ready for the Master's Hand--one key stroke   

Voilà!! New Creation off and running 

Much better than Version One-

-sans Free Will 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehove 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo and Prompt from NaPoWriMo, National Poem Writing Month Day One, for a book cover prompt of my choice for the top Photo,

    https://www.napowrimo.net/poets-start-your-engines/ 

    and The Art of Book Covers, one of the covers above, 

    https://publicdomainreview.org/collection/the-art-of-book-covers-1820-1914

 - I am also linked with Carrie, The Sunday Muse #252 for her photo prompt, the bottom photo, at  

    https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2023/04/sunday-muse-253.html

Notes: 

    Last year, and for several years prior, I had written a poem every day.  I will decide later about this year, this is my start.  I also need to get my U.S. Federal Income Tax Ready by April 15th 

    Here are liniks for my last year's writes: 

NaPoWriMo 2022, NaPoWriMo 2022b, NaPoWriMo 2022c, NaPoWriMo 2022d,

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Seeers are believers -- a Ditty for Friday Writings

 

  Comes the Stomper Outers 

Mean 

Stomper Outers' discovery 

They came, the stomper outers 

Killjoyed the little kids 

Ruiners to them 

Dismay the girls  

Cry their fun 

Bursted 

Joy

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked with Magaly for the Prompt phrase at the Friday Writings #70 at  

    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 

 - Photo from Carrie at  Sunday Muse #252 

https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2023/03/sunday-muse-252.html?m=1

  - Hooked with Grace at "Wordplay",  

       https://dversepoets.com/2023/03/23/meeting-the-bar-word-play/

  - I think my poem is a Reverse cinquain based on syllable count.  It will work either way:

Joy

Bursted 

Cry their fun

Dismay the girls

Ruiners to them

Killjoyed the little kids 

They came, the stomper outers 

Stomper Outers' discovery 

Mean

 - Read other's writes, here 

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Weeds of My Path -- a Poem for dVerse, Poetics (every Tuesday)

Growing wild in this pot, I did not plant these 

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Weeds are traditionally wrong 

growing places they don't belong 

Cornstalk in the bean field grows high

Traditional thorn in the thigh 

I picked this clump of clovers beside the sidewalk 

leading to downtown Killarney, Ireland.

Weeds are pretty in their own way 

Four leaf clover in the walkway 

Or petaled blossom from the wild 

An abandoned orphan poor child 

You're my weed forever ever 

I vowed, promised leave you never 

Placed in a crack here by my side 

I'll love you always, precious bride 

My one flower with the clovers

As we pick the weedy flower 

You're one only of your dower 

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with sarahsouthwest at dVerse, Weeds Rule, as today we write for National Weed Day, at least in the U.S and in the  U.K. where Sarah is planted, at   

    https://dversepoets.com/2023/03/28/weeds-rule-ok/  

 - Click here to read of a lot more poetry concerning "Weeds" today 

 - Click here, Flowers to read some of my flower posts on this blogs, here for Weeds posts 

    I do like flowers, there are quite a few on my blog, some the other blog also.  And a few Weeds.  The flower pictures above are from those posts.  

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