Carol On: A Haiku A-Peal for Christmas Real

Carol On: A Haiku A-Peal for Christmas Real

Shoppers’ coins jingling –

Does He ring a bell at all?

Happy birthday, King.

c2009 by Linda Ann Nickerson

 

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Holiday shoppers –

WP Clipart/Public domain photo

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Twinned Chill - A Limericked Band on Sleight of Hand

Two against one are soon undone.

Twinned Chill -

A Limericked Band on Sleight of Hand

Hey, Santa! We’ll leave loose the flue.

It's clear you have much work to do.

Vain mannequins

With painted grins

Pretend to welcome, as they spew.

With “golly,” “gosh,” and bogus glee,

They gallivant affectedly.

A wakeful watch

Their bluff may botch.

Ah, flimflam tactics fool not me.

Illusionists, they aim try

To pull the wool o’er others' eye.

This self-same pair

Are unaware

Deception fails to satisfy.

As unacceptable deceit

And underhanded pulses meet,

This duo aims

And deals their games,

But at their best, they’re bittersweet.

They hang their stockings, make their lists.

They wrap their gifts with flying fists,

And so pretend

To comprehend

What Christmas wonder yet exists.

Each generation must decide

To catch a clue or take the ride.

Bamboozled ones

Stick to their guns,

But truth is for the dignified.

c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

Mad Kane Humor: “flue,” “flew,” or “flu” (LIMERICK)

Meme Express: “sleight of hand”

One-Liner Wednesday: See subtitle.

Sepia Saturday: Christmas vintage photo/s

Simply Snickers: “gallivant,” “golly,” and “glee”

Six Word Saturday: See subtitle.

Three Word Wednesday: “unacceptable,” “vain,” and “wakeful”

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La Vie Parisienne / Les Oiseaux du Bois (1921)

 – vintage/public domain

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Blowhard in the Yard

Visibly vying for vacancy? Not on this block.

Blowhard in the Yard

My neighbor’s demeanor’s like ice,

Give answers unkind, imprecise.

He’ll stop, stand, and stare

With nary a care,

And won’t take his own bad advice.

When pigs fly, he’ll pick up his trash.

He may even burn up his stash.

The scents from his deck

Bounce like a bad check,

So daily our teeth we do gnash.

And still, as he passes, I wave,

But hope he’ll go back in his cave.

He won’t be ignored,

For he’s on the board,

So all of us have to behave.

c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

ABC Wednesday: Letter “V”

Mad Kane Humor: “ice” (limerick)

Meme Express: “when pigs fly”

One-Liner Wednesday: See subtitle.

Simply Snickers: “stand,” “stare” (or “stair”), “start”

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Public domain image

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