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

Feel free to follow on Google Plus and Twitter. Please visit my Amazon author page as well.

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”

Image/s:

Public domain image

Feel free to follow on Google Plus and Twitter. Please visit my Amazon author page as well.

Seeds of sweet surprise: A-Z verses from vintage visages

 Seeds of sweet surprise

A rhyming slice on paradise

Beloved season, here at last,

Brings picnickers outdoor repast.

Al fresco dining, longer light –

‘Neath sun and stars, do we unite.

The earth explodes with bounty fresh.

We stack straw plates to fill our flesh.

Imagine our extreme delight,

Of simple joys to take a bite.

And home improvement moves outdoors,

As we pick up our garden chores.

Our schedules stop. Our signals set

On joys all winter we forget.

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:

Daily Post: “earth”

Five-Minute Friday: “unite”

Meme Express: “signal” and “stop”

One-Minute Writer: “home improvement”

Simply Snickers: "straw,” “season” and “stack”

Image/s:

Public domain photo –
 vintage image

Feel free to follow on Google+ and Twitter. You are also invited to join this writer's fan page on Facebook.