Exchange Grate

Posted for a variety of prompts:

Easy Street Prompts (“easier times” or “ridiculous ideas”)

Mad Kane (“Wall Street”)

Meme Express (“dragons”)

Simply Snickers (“wait,” “war,” “water” and “write” or “right”)

Sunday Scribblings (“wedding”)

Weekend Wordsmith (“poison”)

Exchange Grate –

A Limericked Crow on Nation’s Cash Flow

The Wall Street wizards, or so they are called,

Should hop in the pot and themselves feel the scald.

For dragons in lair

May not give a care,

But into hot water they ought to be hauled.

Some say that the war should be blamed for our lot.

While candidates claim, “Wait! An answer we’ve got.”

Through wedding or feud,

This bold attitude,

Feeds poison to public without second thought.

Does stump spell the right to claim easier times,

Ridiculous ideas and bold pantomimes?

No camera-sweet face,

Nor speeches, nor race

Wins voters as well as a couple more dimes.

The polls are deceiving; we’re going berserk.

Economy’s faltering past all guesswork.

Just guess who will pay.

Taxpayers? Hooray.

Perhaps politicians should get back to work.

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Next Year May Be Here

Posted for a variety of prompts:

Camera Critters (photo/s)

Easy Street Prompts (“warning signs”)

Friday Five (“flivver,” “fricative,” “frowzy,” “fledgling” and “farl”)

Matinee Muse (“in the wrong hands” or “express yourself”)

Meme Express (“sugar”)

Sunday Scribblings (“invitation”)

Weekend Wordsmith (“nothing”)

Wordless Wednesday (photo/s)

Photo by Rick Dikeman. Public Domain - Wikipedia Commons

Next Year May Be Here –

A Rhyming Scope on Chicago Cubs’ Hope

To paraphrase Chicago Cubs great Ernie Banks:

“The Cubs will be great

. . . in 2 – 0 – 0 – 8.”

The North Side is hopping. Next year may be here.

The Cubbies are winning. Hear Wrigleyville cheer.

No fledgling athletics, this blue-striped clan,

They take to the field, and they thrill every fan.

We’re fillin’ the flivver and headin’ to town;

At Will-Call at Wrigley, we’ll lay the farl down.

The fricative jeers will be silenced for good,

As frowzy opponents are trounced in our ‘hood.

Let warning signs fly. Let the bleachers erupt.

Express yourselves, Cubs fans. Let none interrupt.

A Major League pennant is close to your reach.

To victory sweet, we invite and beseech.

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Giving Up

Giving Up –
A Limericked Wail on a Gossip’s Tale

They found him underneath his chair.

Who knows how long he waited there.
The tongues wagged wild,
As rumors riled,
With theories flying everywhere.

A chocolate wrapper in his grip
Soon silenced each and every quip.
Disaster fell,
But none could tell:
What caused the strongest one to slip?

He wouldn’t plead for help serene,

The poor boy never made a scene.
They missed the point –
Not drink or joint.
He’d simply given up caffeine!

Copyrighted by Linda Ann Nickerson

Posted for a variety of prompts:
Easy Street Prompts (“How they found him”)
Meme Express (“chocolate”)
Simply Snickers (“plead,” “poor” and “point”)
Sunday Scribblings (“coffee”)
Weekend Wordsmith (“Who’s there?”)
Weekly Wrap-Up (“disasters”)

Image:

Public domain artwork

H Is for Holiness

Posted for a variety of prompts: ABC Wednesday (“H is for . . . “) Heads or Tails (“box”) Hump Day Humor (“oil”) In Other Words (“Pressing Close to God”) Matinee Muse (“rising above” or “conflicted emotions”) Meme Express (“swapping ideas”) Monday Mural (artwork – below) Pet Peeve Tuesday (“Do They Think We’re Stupid?”) Totally Optional Prompts (“conversations”)

“H” Is for Holiness

“ 'Consecrate yourselves, and be holy, because I am the Lord your God.’” (Leviticus 20:7, NIV)

 

Holier Than Now – A Poeting Pining for God’s Refining

 

Why do I ever box You in, 

As if to shirk Your discipline, 

Although Your oil of healing balm 

Might mend, restore and ever calm?

 

Conflicted in my deepest soul, 

I long to let You have control – 

To rise above all that I fear, 

Press ever closer and revere.

 

Instead, I swap ideas with fools 

Who resurrect all rotten rules. 

Perhaps they think me stupid still 

And hope to sway me from Your will.

 

In conversations, just we two, 

I fall again in love with You. 

Lord, make me evermore desire 

To be made holy by Your fire.

c2008 by Linda Ann Nickerson

The Big Hitter - Limericked Fun on a Real Home Run

A backstop ornament co-ed

In elementary phys. Ed –

She couldn’t hit

Or use her mitt,

Unpicked and overlooked instead.

 

They’d crowd the diamond to play ball,

And every student, one and all,

Who loved the game –

No fear of shame –

Awaited captain’s welcome call.

 

At last, the choices would be made:

One player left; didn’t make the grade.

The scrawny brain

Would face disdain,

As gym coach would insist she played.

 

Each turn at bat, she never ran,

For sadly, every pitch she’d fan.

“Strike three!” they’d yell,

Clear as a bell.

Her confidence was in the can.

 

She’d trudge to outfield with a frown

And cower, her defenses down.

Athletics class

Would slowly pass,

Till time to leave would come around.

 

The bell would ring its sweet retort,

And off to class they would report.

As jocks would strut,

Her feelings cut,

For they of her would oft make sport.

 

Still, she was smartest of the lot –

A miracle of higher thought.

Disparate marks,

Despite their barks –

One day, she out-surpassed their haught.

 

Her reinforcement came at last.

She graduated top of class.

And in her speech,

She did beseech,

As sporty bullies failed to pass.

 

Today, those field stars, true to style,

Field telemarketers and file.

Their captain, she –

Now boss, you see –

Calls all the shots with winning style.

 

c2008 by Linda Ann Nickerson

 

Posted for a variety of prompts:

Mad Kane (“art,” “athletics,” “school” or “things you aren’t good at”) 

Manic Monday (“Relieving Tension” - NOT!) 

Meme Express (“sheriff”) 

One Single Impression (“defenses down”) 

Seek the Lord Sunday (open topic) 

Simply Snickers (“sport,” “smart” and “strut”)  

Slice of Life Sunday (“a matter of choice,” “an engaging proposition” or “writer’s choice – what life memory moves you today?”) 

Sunday Scribblings (“miracle”)  

Totally Optional Prompts (“time to leave”) 

Weekend Wordsmith ("reunion" photo - below)  

Word Beads (“athletic,” “disparate,” “dyspeptic,” “re-enforcement” and “strut”)