Steamed or Redeemed – A Boiling Roil on Daily Toil

 

Steamed or Redeemed – 

A Boiling Roil on Daily Toil

 

I’m thankful for at least ten things.

Remind me when my mis’ry stings.

My coffee pot

Can fix a lot,

As “Easy does it,” so it sings.

 

My nose tips slightly out of joint,

As winged worries angst anoint,

Till wonders weird

My sights have cleared.

To draw me back from boiling point.

 

Another Monday might be mild,

To cheer and calm this child riled.

In this, I thank

And bow to rank

Far ‘neath the One who on me smiled.

 

‘Tis far past time; I must look up.

Perhaps I need another cup.

c2022 by Linda Ann Nickerson

 

 

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

• Five-Minute Friday: “coffee”
• Limerick-Off Monday (Mad Kane): “nose” or “knows” or “noes”
• Meme Express: “easy does it”
• Simply Snickers: “weird,” “wild,” and “winged”
• Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “tip”
• Ten Things of Thankful: gratitude-generators

 

Image: Pixabay - public domain photo

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Well, Whee!

I’ve got a secret. I won’t tell.

But it has made my spirit swell.

Don’t ask. Don’t peek.

Not gonna leak.

Just trust me. Things will turn out well.

 I simply can’t stay in my chair.

My mind, it zips from here to there.

Sit still? No way.

Not gonna say.

But soon wild wonders I’ll declare.

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Theme art – adapted from public domain image

Still from Singing in the Rain, 1952

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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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