Zooing Up a Storm

When sparring mid-clan does commence,

The issues may make little sense.

Still, swords will be drawn

And toes stepped upon,

As players step up, take offense.

The natives grow restless to boot.

Still clueless, they arm, follow suit.

So cagey, they climb.

Opinions they chime,

Though none of the facts do compute.

An argument won may be lost,

If anyone measures the cost.

The top of the heap

Has yet cause to weep,

When everyone feels double-crossed.

c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

April A to Z Blog Challenge

National Poetry Writing Month / NaPoWriMo

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Yard Beast

In hare-raising circumstances, the best leverage may come quite naturally.

My domain is under a dare.

This gardener is reaching despair.

Each plant that I sow

Does get up and go,

And I blame an oversized hare.

This steroidal creature dines well.

Of that we can patently tell.

With swagger she’ll eat

Then stagger to feet –

Off under my shed, there to dwell.

I’m sure she has family to feed,

And nature preserving’s my creed.

But blooms disappear;

She grins ear to ear.

Must I territory concede?

At last, I can see through the fog.

It’s time to respond, go whole-hog.

Look out, bunny girl.

Get lost. Take a whirl.

Ears up, as I send out my dog.

c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

April A to Z Blog Challenge

National Poetry Writing Month / NaPoWriMo

Meme Express: “leverage”

#atozchallenge

#napowrimo

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Excruciating Expression Expects an Exit

He’s not exactly a predator, but he sure needs an editor.

A poet penned weakly and weighed

The nerves of a wee winsome maid.

He aimed to be bard,

But missed by a yard.

She more than his missives assayed.

He scrambled, impactful to seem,

To draw her as more than a dream.

The lass fairly fled,

In definite dread

Of his crazy consciousness stream.

Let this be a lesson, ye hacks.

Aim always for style and facts.

Mere empty words fall

To shame one and all,

As you less than eloquent wax.

c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

April A to Z Blog Challenge

National Poetry Writing Month / NaPoWriMo

Five-Minute Friday: “more”

Mad Kane Humor: “maid” or “made” – LIMERICK

Meme Express: “impactful”

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “yard”

#atozchallenge

#napowrimo

#SoCS

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