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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Plants -- a Poem for dVerse Poetics

 

        Texas Bluebonnets growing wild in the fields

    

the weed

weeds are popular 

wildflowers pretty 

we love and adore 

city folk trample 

trample or they pick  

farmer's bane always 

being tamed and trimmed 

hardy plants still live 

won't become extinct 

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I picked this clump of clovers beside the sidewalk 

leading to downtown Killarney, Ireland.

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - Top Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2015 (URL) 

 - Botom Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2011 (URL) and 2008 (URL)

 - I am linked with Grace at dVerse for Zen Poetry today  

https://dversepoets.com/2022/12/15/meeting-the-bar-zen-poetry/  

 - Read all the poems written for today here 

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Sunday Muse - Wallflower

 [photo by Morysetta] 

Little flower on the wall 

I wonder what your heritage is 

Imaginations passing by 

Images flying 

from whence they've walked 

Tis a function of the seed 

Who its parents were 

Were they wild and random in their breeding 

Weeds?  In unwanted places growing? 

Or tended, fed and watered in some majestic garden 

Where it's planted 

Where its roots have taken hold 

Near bits of soil 

Thimble sized or buckets spread 

Nutrients hard to find 

or gobs and gobs waiting for a gullible seed 

Neither soil nor seed had a say 

It's where they landed 

and happened to stay 

I see the flower

Admire its beauty 

And wonder 

What lie before and behind 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo Prompt furnished by Carrie at the Sunday Muse? #204, at

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/03/sunday-muse-204.html?m=1 

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A "Weeds in the Garden" poem

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On Being a Weed

 

I am but a little weed in my soul

Being adopted, domesticated,

potted.  Now 'weeded' and cultivated

 

They call me a flower. Little daisy

Do wash your pretty face, ears, and behind

Don't play with naughty boys, act a lady

 

Go to Sunday school with your grandmother

Learn the memory verses, then tell grandpa

Be nice at school, learn perfect penmanship

 

Grow up to be ladylike, what they want

I'll follow their rules, daisy I'm not.  But  

I'll act my own weed-at-heart when I'm grown   

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Photo and Poem Copyright © 2012 and 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

2012 Photo was a part of this Jim's Little Blog post:

.http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2012/09/two-shoes-tuesday-4-secret-midweek-blues.html 
It truly is a wild flower, a weed.  It grew, must have been from a seed,
 in this pot. I did not pot it.  I leave it alone and it comes up every year,
blooming about two or three times each.

 

I'm linked with Rommy at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads,

Weeds in the Garden (link).  She wants us to have a 'Weed' poem.

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Alone and Lonesome -- a 'Carp Diem Special' Haiku

Alone, lonesome

I'm trapped in my pot

Left alone, hungry for love

Take my flower, please

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Photos and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
(Note:  pictures are from an unused flower pot we have.  It's been taken over by weeds)

Today I'm linking with (link) -- Instructions are here: 
Carpe Diem Special #117, Tomas Tranströmer's 3rd "a mother of stone"
The hope:  be inspired "to write an all new haiku in the spirit
of Tranströmer (imprisoned) and with a touch of romance. Have fun!"

Goldenrod, the Nebraska state flower lies dead (killed) in Texas

Killed by Jim and Adi!


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Unwanted, killed, and dead by pulling. Jim pulled it out of his flower bed last week.

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Goldenrod flowers really grow big in Texas! Everything does! Eat your hearts out Nebraskans. This is one from last summer before it went to seed.

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.Too big for their britches, these were last year's gone to seed a little.

Goldenrods grow by spread of seed. They also grow runners under ground and baby plants pop up all over the place.

Mrs. Jim got me one plant for my birthday years ago. They were out of hand for a couple of years later, now we almost have them eradicated. They are what we call wild flowers in Texas, actually to most they are just weeds.

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Here is my partner in crime. Adi wanted the ruler laid down to measure it. You can see it is two yards long, six feet. They won't grow that tall in Nebraska, ever.