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Sunday

Illogical Ideals and Suppositions of the Seasons


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Illogical Ideals and Suppositions of the Seasons

Photo c2009 by Nickers and Ink. All rights reserved.

Winter’s Last Laugh –
Who’s in Charge Here?

The Joker weaves a world of white,
Though winter’s storming out-a-sight.
How marvelous the Maker’s eye,
As smoke-like flurries mystify.
With jumbled joy, ‘mid our complaints,
We watch, as the Creator paints.

Frustrations mounting, hear Him call.
The greatest Humorist of all.
We shovel, pondering the scoop.
It’s time for snow to fly the coop.
c2009 by Linda Ann Nickerson


Posted for a variety of prompts:
Easy Street Prompts ( “flying the coop”)
Friday Flash-55 (55 words)
Meme Express (“A Sunday Invitation”)
One Single Impression (“smoke”)
Pumping Your Muse (“The Joker”)
Simply Snickers (“marvel,” “master” and “miss”)
Then Sings My Soul Saturdays (“Here I Am”)
Weekend Wordsmith (“jumbled”)

Photo/s posted in response to these prompts:
Camera Critters (photo/s)
Scenic Sunday (photo/s)
Wordless Wednesday (any day – photo/s)

Saturday

Natters, Smatters, Tatters and Mad Hatters

Natters, Smatters, Tatters and Mad Hatters

Just for fun, instead of an actual poem, I thought I'd play along with Friday Fill-ins. The prompts are listed in bold, and my answers are in italics.

1. "In a hole in the ground there lived a hound, who made not a sound."

2. "
My togs are a-tatter, but that ain't no matter."

3. "After dark the rain began to fall again, rebathing all the world again
."

4. "
The bawdy buccaneer was sprung from the hold of the Spanish galleon."

5. "There was a hand in the darkness and a creak in the night. I pulled up the covers and shook from the fright."

6. "Accidents ambush the unsuspecting,
and most politicians aren't worth reelecting."

7. And as for the weekend:
Tonight I'm looking forward to
hiding, tomorrow my plans include research and writing, and Sunday, I want to go horseback trail riding!

Do any of these one-liners inspire you to write a poem or story? My own mind is buzzing at the thought. Perhaps in April, when many of us will try to post a poem a day!

I invite you to stop by often, as your comments will keep me encouraged and accountable for daily posts in April. If you are participating too, please be sure to leave your own links!

Thursday

NaPoWriMo

Nickers and Ink . . . is in!



April is National Poetry Month. NaPoWriMo means DAILY poems throughout the Month.

Please stop by often! Your comments encourage me to keep on posting.

Wednesday

Earth or Mirth


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Earth or Mirth?

As Earth Day approaches, we seem to renew our interest in preserving and protecting natural resources and the environment.

Where do we find genuine beauty and treasures, but in the great outdoors itself? Can we step out of the traffic and turmoil of our hectic schedules and drop our daily burdens long enough to enjoy the secrets that await us outside?

Egrets or Regrets –
A Tale in Verse on Styles Diverse

An Earth Day Poem

A preening lady, grown-up girl,
Has blooming blouse and skirts a-swirl.
Her hat bears plumes,
As she presumes
To flash disdaining teeth of pearl.

Yet unaware, she false may be.
For here is one more fine than she.
A plain white bird,
Unseen, unheard,
Exceeds her to a vast degree.
So natural and neatly decked,
The egret, filled with self-respect,
Cares not for style
Nor for guile,
Yet such as he must we protect.

Ubiquitous, with finest flair,
The earth displays to those who care -
Her greatest good
Misunderstood
By those who feign at savoir-faire.
c2009 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Photo c2009 by Nickers and Ink. 
All rights reserved.
 
Posted for a variety of prompts:
Easy Street Prompts (“her hat”)
Heads or Tails (“point”)
Inspire Me Thursday (“swirl”)
Pumping Your Muse (“birds”)
Simply Snickers (“pause,” “play” and “point”)
Three Word Wednesday (“burden,” “natural” and “ubiquitous”)
Totally Optional Prompts (“adjectives”)
Photo/s posted in response to these prompts:
Camera Critters (photo/s)
Lens Day (photo/s – traffic)
Scenic Sunday (photo/s)
Weekend Snapshot (photo/s)
Wordless Wednesday (any day – photo/s)


Monday

Potential Friends

Posted for a variety of prompts:

Catchwords (quote – below)

Easy Street Prompts (“by degrees”)

One Single Impression (“farewells”)

Simply Snickers (“learn,” “linger” and “look”)

Slice of Life Sunday (“writer’s choice”)

Photo/s posted in response to these prompts:

Camera Critters (photo/s)

Scenic Sunday (photo/s)

Show and Tell Saturdays (photo/s)

Straight Out of the Camera (SOOC Sunday)

Wordless Wednesday (any day – photo/s)

Potential Friends


The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.”

e e cummings


Photo c2009 by Nickers and Ink. All rights reserved.


A Lingering Look -

Some Limericked Lines on Friendly Canines


Farewells may be taken too fast;

One sniff and we shudder, aghast.

Perhaps by degrees

We’ll share more than fleas,

And foster a friendship to last.



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Saturday

Blood Brothers



Blood Brothers

“The blood shall be a sign for you
on the houses where you live;
and when I see the blood
I will pass over you,
and no plague will befall you
to destroy you
when I strike the land of Egypt.”
(Exodus 12:13, NASB)
The Passover in the Holy Family
By Dante Gabriel Rossetti
c1855
The Lord’s Lamb –
A Poem for Passover

Oppressed, mistreated and dismayed,
We beckon for the Maker’s aid.
Enslaved by evil tyrant’s hand,
We long to live in Promised Land.

In sorrow, bending ‘neath the load,
We sing the psalms of days of old.
Surrendered not unto our fate,
We seek the sacred Sovereign great.

Our mettle mustered, we arise
And look into Creator’s eyes.
He offers blood from purest Lamb
In power from the great I AM.

He paints the scarlet on our doors
To mark the people He restores.
When death sweeps in, as angry flood,
He rescues those beneath the blood.

Our liberty the Lord obtains,
So all may know Jehovah reigns.
And herein lies the mystery:
The holy Lamb of God is He.
c2009 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Public domain photo

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Posted for a variety of prompts:
AC (“poems for Passover)
Simply Snickers (“sacred,” “sorrow” and “surrender”)
Totally Optional Prompts (“chores”)
Weekend Wordsmith (“medal” – adjusted to “mettle”)


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