Man Alive!

Happy Easter … from Nickers and Ink. Hope is alive.

No more may death bring fear and woe;

The Lord is risen. This we know.

His borrowed tomb

Does yield its room,

So off to tell the world we go.

Our eyes deceive us, if we doubt.

We cover truth to capture clout.

But deep delight

Awaits our sight –

May mine match Mary’s, here on out.

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

#atozchallenge

#napowrimo

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Plunging with aplomb: A-Z verses from vintage visages

 Plunging with aplomb

I’ll not be party to the throng,

To plant my toes in sod of wrong.

No chains contain the whimsy fair.

I’d rather soar and grab some air.

Enough reactions. No more gripes.

It’s time to rest your rusty pipes.

I’ll not bear pious bellyache

Or just paint on a grin that’s fake.

It’s time to take that leap of faith

To spill the poison, plead the Eighth.

So, if you will, give me a push.

And step back, as my swing sails. Whoosh!

Who knows? Perhaps I’ll double back.

Momentum carries double clack.

But even so, I’ll be unchained,

For by the best I have been trained.

c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson

This poem was posted for the April A to Z Blogging Challenge and National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), as well as these prompts:

Daily Post: “fake”

Meme Express: “party,” “painting” and “poison”

One-Minute Writer: “reaction”

Simply Snickers: "plant” and “pious”

Image/s:

Public domain photo –
 vintage image

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A-Z sketches in verse: Zodiacal Zones’ Unknowns

I do not trace the zodiac.

I do not know my sign.

It’s not that I want money back;

I wait for the divine.

As choices clamor for our eyes,

We focus where we may.

Our hearts do quickly improvise

To give ideas full sway.

The stars may tell a story, true.

For evil or for good.

And though I cannot speak for you,

They’re oft misunderstood.

The future may surprise us all,

Assumptions tossed afield.

No matter what the cosmic scrawl,

The truth will be revealed. 

c2015 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image/s:

Vintage/public domain artwork

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