Steamed or Redeemed – A Boiling Roil on Daily Toil

 

Steamed or Redeemed – 

A Boiling Roil on Daily Toil

 

I’m thankful for at least ten things.

Remind me when my mis’ry stings.

My coffee pot

Can fix a lot,

As “Easy does it,” so it sings.

 

My nose tips slightly out of joint,

As winged worries angst anoint,

Till wonders weird

My sights have cleared.

To draw me back from boiling point.

 

Another Monday might be mild,

To cheer and calm this child riled.

In this, I thank

And bow to rank

Far ‘neath the One who on me smiled.

 

‘Tis far past time; I must look up.

Perhaps I need another cup.

c2022 by Linda Ann Nickerson

 

 

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

• Five-Minute Friday: “coffee”
• Limerick-Off Monday (Mad Kane): “nose” or “knows” or “noes”
• Meme Express: “easy does it”
• Simply Snickers: “weird,” “wild,” and “winged”
• Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “tip”
• Ten Things of Thankful: gratitude-generators

 

Image: Pixabay - public domain photo

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Yesterday’s Yummies

When lured into lunch in a crunch,

It’s better to follow your hunch.

Don’t give in and toss out a punch,

Or one might get her shorts in a bunch.

I met a friend, long overdue,

To share a bite or three or two.

The conversation took a turn.

(You’d be surprised what one can learn.)

The fishing started with hors d'oeuvres

And quickly grated on my nerves.

She trawled, but I refused the bait.

I pushed the food ‘round on my plate.

Undaunted and without regret,

Back trolling, she did dump her net.

She popped and bobbed, as if for sport.

This chum of old, I failed to thwart.

The waitress brought the check at last.

I lured my angling friend out fast.

The lunch was tasty. We went Dutch.

The conversation? Not so much.

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Theme art – adapted from public domain image

Still from The Women, 1939

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Xcuse Me (When gym rats fall flat)

He loiters ‘round there at the gym,

And most of us steer clear of him.

I do not even know his name,

But I could tell you of his game.

He wanders idly by each set.

I’ve never seen him break a sweat.

He greets the ladies with a gawk

And stops beside them, making talk.

Today, this fellow crossed the line.

I know I didn’t give him a sign.

He blocked my path and grabbed my arm.

I guess he thought he brimmed with charm.

This move was random, not so wise,

For I go there to exercise.

Not interested in repartee,

I simply went along my way.

Tomorrow he’ll approach one more,

But who such tactics would fall for?

Mere common courtesy dictates:

Leave us alone. Go lift some weights.

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Theme art – adapted from public domain image

Still from Chained, 1934

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