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Saturday

Titled, But Unbridled: A-Z verses from vintage visages



Queen Elizabeth II of the United Kingdom marked her 90th birthday on the 21st of April this year. (The Queen’s Official Birthday celebration takes place later in the spring.) The following lines were somewhat inspired by a vintage photograph of Queen Elizabeth and her sister Princess Margaret, taken when they were young ladies in a costumed event.

Titled, But Unbridled
A Rhyming Reel on a Royal Ideal

There is only one bridge that leads in and out
Of ev’ry predicament, sole single route.
As terror or trial brings tempers to try,
She’ll dodge disappointment, new trail to set by.

“We trudge with no grudge, and we beat the beasts back
That trespass the pathways the people must track.
And though to entitlement we may be born,
We fear not such privilege treats us to scorn.

 “Intrepid, we rise and select our best togs.
We follow our principles, not demagogues.
Decorum may dictate the stroll we select;
We have to be more than the people expect.”

I cannot imagine the pressure unseen
To keep up the posture of princess or queen,
For she must be anything but Philistine.
c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson
 

This poem was posted for the April A to Z Blogging Challenge and National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), as well as these prompts:

Continue on: First line
Daily Post: “disappointment”
Meme Express: “terror” and “trial”
Saturday’s Critters: any animals
Sepia Saturday: Young Queen Elizabeth and Princess Margaret photo
Simply Snickers: "try,” “trail” and “treat”

 
Image/s:
Public domain photo –
 vintage image

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Wednesday

A-Z sketches in verse: Making Much



Max, of himself he maketh much –
Holds conversations in his clutch.
As those around are too polite
To call him out, no end’s in sight.

He pours his overflowing cup,
Just like a choir, warming up.
It’s “La-la-la” and “Me-me-me.”
He sings his solo, though off-key.

And to ourselves, we hope alike
That laryngitis him should strike.
(Or someone has to swipe his mic.)

c2015 by Linda Ann Nickerson
 


 

Image/s:
Vintage/public domain artwork

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Monday

A-Z sketches in verse: Kick It Up



Kick it up

Sometimes you gotta let ‘er rip,
Get up and dance, cartwheel, or flip.
This life’s too short to sit and stew,
To nurse our woes or babbles brew.

Though rabble rousers irk and rile,
Just kill ‘em with a certain smile.
Preserving joy and stepping light
Earn vic’tries larger than a fight.

Our dancing feet we much prefer
To gnashing teeth and flying fur.
 
c2015 by Linda Ann Nickerson


Image/s:
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Vintage/public domain artwork

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