Poker Face

Poker Face

There once was a woman named Ann,

So handsome they thought her a man.

She buried an ace

With her poker face

And took home the haul as she’d planned.

Ann had no dear dreams of delight,

Nor ‘visioned herself clad in white.

She weathered the test,

Cards close to her chest,

And purchased her palace sans knight.
c2010 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image: 

vintage/public domain artwork

Posted for a variety of prompts:

Easy Street Prompts (“poker face”)

Mad Kane Humor Prompts (Limerick: “There once was a woman named Ann…”)

Sunday Scribblings (“big dreams”)

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Fast Lane

Fast Lane

Do you know any kinetic kids? 

Personally, I have often wondered if there is any other kind. These youngsters live in the fast lane, in perpetual motion - with no middle speed between alert and asleep.

But who would want it any other way?

My Snow Angel

My snow angel wiggles in place,

Her bottled-up vigor to trace.

But soon she will rise

To raise high her eyes

And rouse all onlookers to race.

 

Posted for a variety of prompts:

Easy Street Prompts (“in the fast lane)

Meme Express (Sunday invitation to Simply Snickers)

Simply Snickers (“raise,” “rise” and “rouse”)

Theme Thursday (“bottle”)

Weekend Wordsmith (“snow angel”)

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By the Book

By the Book

Pulling His Own Weight

A Limericked Degree on an Old M.V.P.

A once famous player named Moe

Was sporting a new sort of glow.

He crowed at his wife

To blame for his strife

Instead of the stuff he would stow.

His dental appointments raised dread,

And so did his middle-aged spread.

Guess that’s the result

From joining the cult

Of eating and drinking in bed.

c2010 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Posted for a variety of prompts:

Easy Street Prompts (“reading in bed”)

Meme Express (“dental”)

Simply Snickers (“crow,” “glow” and “stow”)

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Glassy Eyed

Glassy Eyed

Sometimes biology is hysterical. Perhaps that’s not exactly so. On occasion, those who pay for biology (or don’t) may make us hysterical. OK, that’s it.

Seeing Double Trouble -

A Limericked Dare on Modern Health Care

An elderly fellow named James

Filed too many policy claims.

Insurers cried nix

To surgical fix,

So now James just wears empty frames.
c2010 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

The Glasses Apostle

by Conrad von Soest

1403

Public Domain – copyright expired

Posted for a variety of prompts:

Easy Street Prompts (“hysterical biology”)

Mad Kane Limerick Prompts (“An elderly fellow named James…”)

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Comfy Blues

Comfy Blues

Melancholy Bliss

Mystery in Rhymes for Twofold Times

Perhaps the perfect afternoons

Bear bluesy melodies, sad tunes.

We choose our hues

And lose the clues

When all we seek are blessing’s boons.

For in our mournful moments, light

May disconnect the bleakest blight.

Our saddest sighs

Oft raise our eyes

To those who may to joys invite.

Artwork:

Die Toilette

by Henri de Toulouse-Latrec

1896

Posted for a variety of prompts:

Easy Street Prompts (“perfect afternoons”)

Friday Flash-55 (55 words)

Meme Express (Sunday Invitation to Simply Snickers)

Simply Snickers (“blues,” “choose” and “hues”)

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Blasting Through

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Blasting Through

Poisoned Darts and Digging for Hearts -

A Rhyming Shot at the Valentine’s Plot

Chalking up hearts or just gathering gold

May dictate we dig deeper than we behold.

We shoulder our shovels and wait for the bell –

With pure paranoia, we theorize hell.

Perhaps we need power tools, plugged in to roar,

Instead of a balcony tryst to abhor.

And yet, we persist with a frenzied request

To race rocky romance and hope for the rest.

Does Cupid still grin, as he draws back his bow,

Or might the wee archer aim further below?

What ethics remain for the purest in heart

When victimized sorely by his poisoned dart?

To many, the meaning of Valentine tune:

The following day cannot dawn all too soon.
Copyrighted by Linda Ann Nickerson

Posted for a variety of prompts:

Easy Street Prompts (“chalking hearts”)

Meme Express (Sunday Invitation to Simply Snickers)

Monday Poetry Train (poem/s)

One Single Impression (“gold”)

Saturday Scribes (“paranoia,” “theory,” “shovel” “power tools”)

Simply Snickers (“request,” “rest/wrest” “rocky”)

Sunday Scribblings (“ethics” or “ethical”)

Theme Thursday (“bell”)

Weekend Wordsmith (“balcony”)

Love poetry? Check out Simply Snickers, a brand-new weekly poetry prompt. Try your hand with weekly prompts!  Or, look into The Meme Express for daily blogging prompts.

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