Zealotic or Zesty?

 Zealotic as I used to live,

Though given often to misgive –

I’d hang with those

Who’d turn the nose,

But long would dawdle to forgive.

Bare truth can be a hazard deep,

As from compassion it can keep.

We may be right,

But wrongly bite,

If facts unchecked are all we heap.

I hope at last to hold my zeal,

And yet to sail more even keel.

A balance shift

Could be a gift,

If to the heart it does appeal.

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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Still from The Dark Past, 1948

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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

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Still from Singing in the Rain, 1952

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Tea It Up and Take a Shot

Tea It Up and Take a Shot

Sometimes a chip lands in the drink

And sends us nearly past the brink.

We sip and spar,

And dream sub-par,

For nothing’s ever what we think.

It’s not that we’d improve a lie.

But some brews still a tongue may tie.

And roles reversed

Are unrehearsed;

We have to swing to qualify.

Forgive the metaphors I mix.

The game is rigged. There’s no quick fix.

Simplicity’s

No cup of tea.

And poets break the rules for kicks.

Alas, the tempest swirls the pot.

We’re in the rough. Give all you’ve got.

Go get a grip

And take a sip.

Another round brings food for thought. 

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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