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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Weep Show

When weeping won’t wane,

And a whine turns to wail,

When pouring one’s heart plain

Transforms to travail,

A strange sort of break may

Occur in the soul –

The floodgates of faith, they

Do one over-bowl.

Vast mountains of misery

Move just a wee smidge;

Forgiveness calms waters

Gone under the bridge.

‘Tis then that one’s weeping,

No mere sorrow show,

May move on to reaping

To best what we sow.

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: “water under the bridge”

Writer’s Workshop: “break”

NaPoWriMo

#atozchallenge

#napowrimo

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Boundary Busters

Boisterous bundles can become bold beings.

As blessings bounced and drained my brain,

Their stamina hard to contain,

I sought a sign,

Lines to define,

That one day they’d be right as rain.

When they were wee, I’d watch each hour –

Beg Heaven for the daily power.

They’d jump, take wing;

I’d stand and sing,

Assured one day they yet would flower.

These boundary busters, strong and sure,

Did test all limits to assure –

If fences hold,

Then truth be told,

The ground beneath will stand, endure.

Outside the lines, where words ring fake,

The game is more than give and take.

Assailed by hearts

That issue darts,

May their foundations stand the shake.

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

Five-Minute Friday: “define”

Mad Kane Humor: “power” – LIMERICK

Meme Express: “right as rain”

Simply Snickers: “watch,” “wee,” and “wing”

#atozchallenge

#napowrimo

  

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