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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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.

An easy mark with meek 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.

The cheese ferments and casts a scent.

The mousey man, alas, poor gent --

The die was cast

To flabbergast,

And he must yet come up with rent.

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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Crafty Lobbies

Crafty Lobbies

Beware of both sides of the lobby,

Where practiced may be much hobnobby.

Each end needs a pill

To swallow and swill,

Before someone forms a lynch mobby.

For crafty these lobbyers be.

They seek to knit issues for free.

Perhaps both have lost

At premium cost,

Despite a Supreme Court decree.

c2014 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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