Brightest blessings to Sara and Sam!
Hear the flock give a welcoming hand!
Ah! The Springtime is come,
And it’s tenderly sprung
With the birth of the first newborn lamb!
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Written for KL Caley’s #Writephoto prompt, newborns:
Brightest blessings to Sara and Sam!
Hear the flock give a welcoming hand!
Ah! The Springtime is come,
And it’s tenderly sprung
With the birth of the first newborn lamb!
—-
Written for KL Caley’s #Writephoto prompt, newborns:
I’m pleased to announce that I’ll be participating in a virtual poetry reading sponsored by my state poetry society this coming Sunday at 5 p.m. …
WyoPoets April Reading #Events
We’re all instruments
Of Spirit, God, the Divine
Simply out of tune!
No one can bring us in tune
Until we choose for ourselves!

There’s nonsense in the stuff I hear.What once had order, now there’s noise.The blatant dare of fake destroysthe shield we fashioned stopping fear. …
Noise – Décima
One
Nature
Evolving
Invisible
Indivisible
Becoming visible
Showing more than we can see
Except through eyes open and free
Sum of parts that aren’t afraid to be
As One revolving Mind of clarity
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An Etheree for the poet’s choice prompt
https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2021/04/06/tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-220-poetschoice/
Once a flea who had picked up a cold
Exclaimed, “Sneezing is tiring and old!
How it fills up my head!
I would take to my bed,
But for missing my living unfold!”
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A followup to yesterday’s
Attend to Universal Laws
And better life with this one turn,
For at your core the Lifeforce burns!
With or without you, It evolves!
The Lifeforce is First Light and Cause,
Yet never does impose Its Will
And Purpose that we must fulfill.
We’re free to pick and free to choose
And take effect whiche’er we do,
Evolving Life—for Good or ill!
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 51: (CAUSE) in the A rhyme line.
At last Winter fleas
Spring arrives with cough and sneeze
Outdoor allergies
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 352 FLEAS and Sneeze.
Happy Easter! Yes, it’s late. But here is a popular hymn played on lyre and alto recorder, “Near the Cross.” The lyrics were written by Fanny Crosby, and the melody by William Howard Doane.
Enjoy, and I hope you had a wonderful Easter!
When a din started out in the back,
How they took a dim view of the cat!
But you can’t blame the minx,
For whatever you think,
She found treasure in mountains of trash!
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