Blasting Through

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Blasting Through

Poisoned Darts and Digging for Hearts -

A Rhyming Shot at the Valentine’s Plot

Chalking up hearts or just gathering gold

May dictate we dig deeper than we behold.

We shoulder our shovels and wait for the bell –

With pure paranoia, we theorize hell.

Perhaps we need power tools, plugged in to roar,

Instead of a balcony tryst to abhor.

And yet, we persist with a frenzied request

To race rocky romance and hope for the rest.

Does Cupid still grin, as he draws back his bow,

Or might the wee archer aim further below?

What ethics remain for the purest in heart

When victimized sorely by his poisoned dart?

To many, the meaning of Valentine tune:

The following day cannot dawn all too soon.
Copyrighted by Linda Ann Nickerson

Posted for a variety of prompts:

Easy Street Prompts (“chalking hearts”)

Meme Express (Sunday Invitation to Simply Snickers)

Monday Poetry Train (poem/s)

One Single Impression (“gold”)

Saturday Scribes (“paranoia,” “theory,” “shovel” “power tools”)

Simply Snickers (“request,” “rest/wrest” “rocky”)

Sunday Scribblings (“ethics” or “ethical”)

Theme Thursday (“bell”)

Weekend Wordsmith (“balcony”)

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Valentine's Day Poems and More

Valentine's Day Poems and More

To mark this hearty and heartfelt occasion, here's a roundup of Valentine's Day verse - with limericks, rhymes and more.

• A Daughter's First Love: A Poetic Lead Line on Her Best Valentine
• A Valentine’s Vitriology: Valentine’s Day Is Vile – (A Limericked Look at a Day Most Mistook)
• Blasting Through: Poisoned Darts and Digging for Hearts - A Rhyming Shot at the Valentine’s Plot
• My Little Valentines: A Valentine’s Day Riddle – Query in Rhyme on Valentines Mine

Happy 

Valentine's 

Day!

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A Valentine’s Vitriology

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A Valentine’s Vitriology

(On the Underestimated Consequences of Valentine’s Day)

Do you look forward eagerly to Valentine’s Day each year, or do you dread this February 14^th holiday? Will thoughts of Valentine's Day bring you hearty happiness or heartache? Does the mere mention of Valentine’s Day warm your heart or chill you to the core?

Valentine’s Day Is Vile

(A Limericked Look at a Day Most Mistook)

I snort at chaos with a seal,

As heart-shaped contents may reveal.

To downturned grin

And much chagrin,

A Valentine packs no ideal.

This moment puts us on the spot,

Selecting greetings oft store-bought.

The good old days

Have gone a-ways,

I pity lovers who’ve forgot –

While counting Valentines I’ve got.

“I can’t make you love me,

If you don’t.

You can’t make your heart feel

Something it won’t.”

Bonnie Raitt

American singer and songwriter

(1949 -   )

Posted for a variety of prompts:

AC (Valentine’s poem/s)

Easy Street Prompts (“underestimated consequence”)

Friday Flash-55 (55 words)

Heads or Tails (“pack”)

Meme Express (Friday Freedom)

Monday Poetry Train (poem/s)

One Single Impression (“chaos”)

Simply Snickers (“select,” “spot” and “snort”)

Sunday Scribblings (“the good old days”)

My Little Valentines

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My Little Valentines

A Valentine’s Day Riddle –

Query in Rhyme on Valentines Mine

Two Valentines sit on my shelves,

Penned not by gremlins, nor by elves.

Still, Cupid’s arrow struck my heart

With smiles from these two, miles apart.

No tiny feat, each little one

Arrives to share a book or fun.

Such simple pleasures find us there,

Together in my rocking chair.

With cadence measured in a wink,

And penned with dark forever ink,

No misdirection draws them back,

For we have treasure without lack.

I’m on the job, as I must be,

Despite our vast biology.

For my self-portrait, these are not,

But tears and years, our kinship bought.

These dandy youngsters, small and swift –

Their mothers were a wedding gift.

Their fathers, later on the scene,

Were tall and dark and lank and lean.

Mere ceremonies build not ties,

But generations – what surprise.

A humble heart resolves to sing,

“Perhaps I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Two Valentines sit on my shelves,

These precious treasures, they themselves.

For we have bonds we chose to build,

Not those by other vows fulfilled.

I wonder: Can you guess the rhyme?

Who are these two of which I chime?

In case you’re stuck, I’ll offer links

To clear the mystery, hijinks.

Photos c2009 by Nickers and Ink. 

All rights reserved.

Posted in response to these writing prompts:

Easy Street Prompts (“dandy”)

Heads or Tails (“feat” or “feet”)

Matinee Muse (“misdirection”)

Meme Express (“on the job”)

Poefusion (“self-portrait”)

Poetry Train Revisited

Pumping Your Muse (“simple pleasures”)

Three Word Wednesday (“cadence,” “humble” and “resolve”)

Totally Optional Prompts (“ceremonies”)

Writer’s Island (“If I could change one thing …”)

Photo/s posted in response to these photo prompts:

Camera Critters (photo/s)

Wordless Wednesday (any day – photo/s)

Disappointed Diners

Since today is Valentine's Day, it seems only right to issue this culinary warning to all who plant to dine out tonight. Perhaps you will fare better with your fare!

If you and your sweetie plan a sortie to your own favorite eatery, may you enjoy your meal!

Disappointed Diners - A Rhymed Recourse for a Rejected Course

The menu made it sound delicious,
But what they brought was simply vicious.
The food was cold, the meat too rare.
The vegetables were bland, I swear.

We flagged the waiter and sent it back.
The chef, he had a panic attack.
The plate returned with extra spice
And hair that seemed to belong to mice.

The meat was covered
with something gooey,
The vegetables looked quite mildewy.
The garnish resembled some kind of foam.
I paid the bill and ate at home.
Copyrighted by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Public domain artwork