Man Alive!

Happy Easter … from Nickers and Ink. Hope is alive.

No more may death bring fear and woe;

The Lord is risen. This we know.

His borrowed tomb

Does yield its room,

So off to tell the world we go.

Our eyes deceive us, if we doubt.

We cover truth to capture clout.

But deep delight

Awaits our sight –

May mine match Mary’s, here on out.

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

#atozchallenge

#napowrimo

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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

 

NOTE: Written by this author, this copyrighted material originally appeared on another publisher’s site. That site no longer exists. This author holds all rights to this content. No republication is allowed without permission.

Image/s:

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”

Image/s:

La Vie Parisienne / Les Oiseaux du Bois (1921)

 – vintage/public domain

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