Point Blank

To play strategic on the job,

Be careful whom you might hobnob.

A manager who works with me

Is bothered by not one, but three.

These cads will not give up the chase;

They constantly invade her space.

“Step back,” she said, fair to exclaim.

The point is clear. It’s not a game.

Your outcome’s sure to disappoint;

Don’t get your noses out of joint.

Look to yourselves, you garish guys.

Behind her head she might have eyes,

But never for the likes of you,

Because you do too hard pursue.

They disremember she’s the boss,

Which leaves the rest of us at loss.

But soon they’ll be up for review,

And they can bid a raise adieu.

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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Theme art – adapted from public domain image

Still from Frankenstein, 1931

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Imitation Is Infuriating

Can’t stand it when she tells my jokes

To grab the spotlight, wow more folks.

She’ll parrot lines

To show she shines

And earn their favor. Holy smokes.

Come up with your own tales, I muse.

Don’t steal my stuff, so you can schmooze.

You may be loud,

But are you proud

To pirate humor to amuse?

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Theme art – adapted from public domain image

Still from Gone with the Wind, 1939

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Loath to Linger

More get-up-and-go than you’ll ever know …

No leisure lady, I’d be lost

To sit a spell with both hands crossed.

I’d stretch and then in one fell swoop,

Leap to my feet to close the loop.

Yea, half-done projects leave me sore

And empty promises, much more.

Sure, rest and ease enhance one’s state,

But what if duties fall too late?

Distraction may sound like a fault,

Attention lost by life’s assault.

Yet I contend a wand’ring mind

May lead to gems no others find.

So I will take my hurried pace,

The fits and starts, the winding race.

A busy life, with every turn,

 Is no onlooker’s own concern.

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

Five-Minute Friday: “empty”

Meme Express: “close the loop”

#atozchallenge

#napowrimo

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