Monday

Brash Landing: Taking It on the Chagrin



Brash Landing: 
Taking It on the Chagrin

A fella might indulge to gloat,
Had he not fumbled, missed the boat.
The stormy stars
Hummed higher bars
And reckoned his repute remote.

He dreamt his days till time was spent
To donate past his heart’s content.
Thus, sobered he
Did disagree
To ne’er evolve by shared consent.

Umbrella up, he stepped aloft.
He caught a draft and quickly coughed.
The gate was wide,
He slipped inside
To flip and flop for landing soft.

Then, lo, with chill he stopped to peer.
At last, his glance became sincere.
He could not bear
The open air,
Bravado dashed by starkest fear.

c2014 by Linda Ann Nickerson

This post responds to these blog prompts:

Mad Kane Humor: emote, remote, or moat
Magpie Tales: Clown Entrance photo
Meme Express: chill
Three Word Wednesday: content, evolve, sober

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Saturday

Farewell to Mr. Know-It-All


Sometimes friends show up in unexpected places and cause us to ponder and think hard and maybe laugh even harder. And then they are gone. And even if we have never seen one another face to face, we are saddened by the loss.

Here’s a verse in tribute of just such a friend. I am praying comfort and peace over the family of Galen, the G-man and self-titled Mr. Know-It-All. And thank for the Flash-55 reading and writing fun over the years.

Farewell to Mr. Know-It-All 

Discovering a friend has died,

Although we never met, I cried.

His unexpected point-of-view

Stirred me to look at life askew.

He prompted us to laugh and write

In 55-word form delight.

A storyteller to amuse

With constant quips and quirky views,

Sir Galen, ride in full array.

We’ll miss you, as you ride away.



c2014 by Linda Ann Nickerson



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G-man photo courtesy of Mr. Know-It All


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Wednesday

Of Mice and Mien – A poetic glance, perhaps askance



Of Mice and Mien – 
A poetic glance, perhaps askance  

 If your life story was a book, what would it be titled? What would its chapter titles be? 
(Imagination Prompt - Creativity Portal)

Of Mice and Mien

A hunk of cheese a mouse may catch,
Enticing him beyond his match.
Reward’s allure
May him assure
To meet the one who’ll him dispatch.

A gifted gamer, most intense
With interest in his own two cents
Might toss a chip,
Shoot from the hip,
To banish common sense from thence.

In dark demeanor, false mien,
The jackpot seeker goes all-in.
He eyes the prize
With bleary eyes.
The trap is set in danger’s den.

Across the table, truth awaits
And watches folly, sans debates.
He holds his peace
With elbow grease,
The mouse to snare with fortune’s baits.

Occasionally, treasures rot
Like rich rewards intense, hard-fought.
A jumping joint
May disappoint
And bring a fouler food for thought.

c2014 by Linda Ann Nickerson


This poem incorporates these blog prompts:

“disappoint” – One-Minute Writer
“food for thought” – 52 Poetry
“interest” – Theme Thursday
 “gifted,” “intense,” and “rot” – Three Word Wednesday
Book title poetry – FPR Poetry Prompts
Life Story Book – Creativity Portal

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Public domain / vintage clipart


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Picking Bones with Sticks and Stones




No sticks and no stones
E’er have broken our bones.
Barbaric such tactics would be.


But what sort of hell
Comes in as a yell?
What manner of snit
Does sputter and spit?
What fool won’t admit
The words ne’er legit?
And who will permit
Such a folly unfit?

The most grievous groans
Leave unwelcome unknowns.
Instead, they bring harm’s guarantee. 

 c2014 by Linda Ann Nickerson
 
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