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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Oh, No, You Don’t

A MonSter waits outside the door

With mayhem he has wrought before.

But he’ll be schooled;

I’ll not be fooled.

He’ll be my prisoner of war.

 It won’t be pretty. That I know.

But I am prepped for toe-to-toe.

So bring it on.

My sword is drawn.

I’ll send you back beneath, below.

 

 Flash fire at me, if you dare.

I’ll not be caught twice unaware.

No wilting wimp,

Though limbs go limp,

I know you’re not my worst nightmare.

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Theme art – adapted from public domain image

Still from Frankenstein, 1931

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Just Joy

I’ll here admit it: Life is tough.

Some days I think I’ve had enough.

Although I know it’s all been planned.

It’s hard to get the upper hand.

When circumstance goes ‘gainst the grain,

And daily drudgery does drain,

I hearken back, which takes a choice,

To listen to another voice.

 Ridiculous as it may sound,

Truth is, the downcast will be crowned.

When wrong’s removed and right is raised,

I know who will be ever praised.

Today is hard. There is no doubt.

I’m tempted to prolong my pout.

But I will hold my ground, prevail.

For happiness to joy does pale.

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Theme art – adapted from public domain image

Still from Cleopatra, 1917

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