Stranded on the road
Contemplating a haiku
Waiting till help comes
Reason (an acrostic poem)
Rational ideas set up bulwarks and walls, defending what it considers truth
Emotions launch themselves at those fortifications, trying to lay them low
As the battle wages on, the field gets more and more muddied
Soon the lines are blurred, and what was considered truth becomes lost in the struggle
Obscuring what was the purpose of the original struggle
Negating any hope that cooler minds will prevail
Rock (an acrostic poem)
Risking it all, Dwayne attacked the toddler who was armed with scissors
Overpowering the child, Dwayne was victorious
Couldn’t celebrate his victory though
Kecking Dwayne defeatedly began taping the confetti that was his handwritten manuscript
Paid (an acrostic poem)
Perhaps Liz should have done it for free
After all Bob had helped her out so many times before that
It was the principle of the matter though
Diapers weren’t just a wife’s responsibility
Graft (an acrostic poem)
Granted, I didn’t think I would do that well
Really, I’m not usually this greedy
Actually I am downright altruistic
Fortunately it’s all water under the bridge
Too bad that bridge only cost me half what it cost you
Allergic to Love
Chris stalked Jennifer carefully, not wanting to reveal his presence. She was with that guy, Fred. Chris wanted to claw Fred’s eyes out. He just always rubbed Chris the wrong way. Fred even had the nerve to lie about being allergic to Chris to keep Jennifer away. The bad thing is she believed it and was now trying to meet with Fred secretly. Well tonight Chris was going to ruin their little rendezvous. If Jennifer didn’t know what was good for her then Chris would just cut the pretty boy’s face. That would make Jennifer see the light.
As Chris crept closer, Fred began to sneeze.
Jennifer pulled back from Chris’ embrace. “I showered and changed my clothes,” Jennifer said.
“It just started up,” Fred said, how voice cracking. “It’s like…”
Chris couldn’t wait anymore. He dashed out from underneath the bush and leapt at Fred, claws ready to kill, when Jennifer scooped him up in her arms.
“Bad kitty!” Jennifer said. “How did you get out?”
Fred practically fell backward off the bench as he scrambled to his feet while sneezing at least ten times. “Sorry, got to go,” he blurted out as he fled the backyard.
Jennifer looked the cat in the eye with a hint of malice lurking there, but Chris began to purr. Jennifer shook her head in disbelief, but then began to pet him. “I don’t know what I am going to do with you.”
Just keep doing what you’re doing, thought Chris.
Free (an acrostic poem)
Fought for and purchased by red streaks of blood
Refined in the white bandages of healing
Encompassing blue sky thinking
Enabling humanity to reach for the stars
