N is for Nightmare – Rhymed Acrostics A to Z

N is for Nightmare – Rhymed Acrostics A to Z

Now, if I could just slip into a restful sleep for one night. Ever feel that way? Sleeplessness is a nightmare indeed. 

Nightmare

Nevermore may I nod off.

In my dreams, the beast may scoff.

Give me rest; need forty winks.

Help! My form is filled with kinks.

Tell soft stories; banish boos.

Make my mind see merry news.

All my energies are naught.

Rest retreats as afterthought.

Eerie sights mean slumber’s shot.

c2013 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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 Shadow of Past Times
 1964
by Peter Mauch
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Honoring ... Pearl Harbor Day

Honoring ... Pearl Harbor Day

Today is December 7th, Pearl Harbor Day. May we never forget those who lost their lives in the Pacific on this date in 1941.

Here's my own tribute to those brave souls.

Pearl of Great Price

A Rhymed Encore on the Start of a War

A world at war,

From shore to shore,

Its fury to unfurl.

No turning back,

The first attack,

The Harbor known as Pearl.

A bay of beads,

Themselves the seeds,

The ships below the sea.

The sunken boats

Have cast their votes,

The cost dear to be free.

The combat flyers nailed the fleet,

As kamikazes threw their heat.

The desolation was complete,

The Harbor known as Pearl.

A bay of beads,

Themselves the seeds,

The ships below the sea.

The sunken boats

Have cast their votes,

The cost dear to be free.

The battleships, the bombs laid low;

Their masts waved to the deadly foe,

As battered bulks were sunk below

The Harbor known as Pearl.

A bay of beads,

Themselves the seeds,

The ships below the sea.

The sunken boats

Still cast their votes,

The cost dear to be free.

c2009 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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