01.23.19
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Punch (an acrostic poem)

Pounding back the sugary alcohol

Until my eyes cross from both drugs hitting my system

Now he gets into my space and spits in my face

Could barely stand I was so bad off, but I could only take so much

Hitting him in the mouth put him in the same state as I as we both fell down

 

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01.22.19
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Cents (an acrostic poem)

Counting the pennies of each minute

Every one of them needed to be pried out of his arthritic hands

Never once did he give out his opinion easily

Two pieces of precious copper seemed two too many

So he hoarded his moments, his thoughts his treasure trove

 

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01.21.19
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The Spice of Life (a 100 word story)

When Glenda put the curse on Bill he just laughed it off.  He was doomed to not be able to taste salt, ever.  He could put the whole shaker right on his tongue, but nothing would happen.

Bill thought this was the lamest curse, but over time he found himself eating less and less.  He didn’t bother going out to dinner anymore.  There was never any joy in food.  Other tastes faded into monotony.

His life devolved into the blandness he experienced eating.  He went to ask forgiveness, but Glenda passed away weeks before.

All he could say was, “Blah.”

 

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01.19.19
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Snowday (an acrostic poem)

Shivering, watching the ice crystals dance

No way I was going outside in that

Ordinarily, the precipitation wouldn’t be that bad

What was bad was the bundled cold with it

Deathly wind chill well below what was safe

And so I will sit here by the fire

Yet I know soon the white stuff will need to be shoveled

 

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01.18.19
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Shout (an acrostic poem)

Standing firm in what he knew he needed to do, oblivious of physical demands

He loudly proclaimed his message of doom to all those that would hear

Obviously ignoring to the snickers and rude comments of the passers-by

Unable to understand why his message did not find fertile soil

The stain on his trousers spoke louder.

 

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