Weep Show

When weeping won’t wane,

And a whine turns to wail,

When pouring one’s heart plain

Transforms to travail,

A strange sort of break may

Occur in the soul –

The floodgates of faith, they

Do one over-bowl.

Vast mountains of misery

Move just a smidge;

Forgiveness calms waters

Gone under the bridge.

‘Tis then that one’s weeping,

No mere sorrow show,

May move on to reaping

To best what we sow.

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: “water under the bridge”

Writer’s Workshop: “break”

NaPoWriMo

#atozchallenge

#napowrimo

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Value-Padded

Fools may scurry, as best friends worry.

What respite does a victim need,

When he advice no more will heed?

He pads the bill

To have his fill,

Yet wonders why he can’t succeed.

No getaway, no time to flee.

The sages say, “Just let him be.”

True values hold

Much more than gold.

And pearls purloined are mere debris.

Perchance it takes a pound of pluck

To rouse a rebel rogue, who’s stuck.

No shady deal

May horrors heal.

And easy money seals a schmuck.

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: “easy money”

One-Liner Wednesday: “best friends” – See subtitle.

Three Word Wednesday: “pluck,” “rebel,” and “shady”

#atozchallenge #napowrimo #SoCS #BeWoW #1linerWeds

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Upsy-Daisy

A pep talk lift to rally swift.

Uh-oh. Don’t be in the dumps,

Just because you bear some bumps.

Upsy-Daisy! Off we go.

Life’s a doozy, don’t you know?

Tempest’s teapot is upsot,
Tip-top takes more than we’ve got.
Up united, we can fly.

Two together, touch the sky.

Hold on tight, and trust the wind.

Cringe and cry, but be thick-skinned.

Promise you’ll enjoy the ride,

Once we reach the other side.

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

ABC Wednesday: P is for pep talk.

Meme Express: “doozy”

Simply Snickers: “tea,” “tip-top,” and “two”

#atozchallenge

#napowrimo

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