Repeating (an acrostic poem)

Reaching the time gate, Jackson sighed with relief.

Even after everything had gone wrong for these past two years, he could set it right

Punching the emergency return button, the gate hummed to life

Eleven minutes from now, he would be able to go back to 2031

And this time know how to fix it.  He leaped into the breach and felt something go…

The EMTs rushed him into the emergency room

It was found he had a brain aneurysm.  It didn’t kill or paralyze him

No, it just affected his memory.  His earliest memory was of 2028

Glimmers of something horrible sometimes surfaced, but therapy helped suppress it

 

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Beef (an acrostic poem)

Being an uber carnivore

Everett hunted his own cows

Eventually, his poaching was ended

Find his hide as boots on the farmer who bagged him

 

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Found (an acrostic poem)

Floundering through her life, confused and confounded

Oblivious to what her true self was

Under the pale gray emotional sky

Naomi finally felt she knew who she was

Didn’t know it would take being lost

 

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Dumb (an acrostic poem)

Didn’t realize the things I didn’t know

Until you graciously illuminated my deficiency

Maybe I should have educated myself more thoroughly before speaking

But I don’t really understand what those words mean

 

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Third (an acrostic poem)

Too much anxiety trying for first place

Hell, if he tried for second he might make a mistake and take first

If he finished out of the prizes he would be a loser

Really there was only one spot to shoot for

Damn it was hard to be that good

 

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Beast (an acrostic poem)

Being soulless wasn’t difficult

Especially when you pretended to care

And the world was happy about that

Still, it made Marcus pause, his hands covered in red

That maybe the world was pretending too

 

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Travel (an acrostic poem)

Time to go on an amazing journey

Really it will be a long trip in a van

And once we get there it will be robot time

Viewing the countryside as we drive by

Everyone will wonder when we will get there

Looking back they will ponder where they have been.

 

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