Cosy (a British acrostic poem)

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Cuddling underneath his fleece blankie he smiled

Outside the wind is shaking the windows wanting in

Sound of the crackling flames in the fireplace lull him almost to sleep

Yawning he shut off the TV.  He wanted to live in that moment forever.

Impossible (an acrostic poem)

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It might look like things are at their darkest.

Makes picking up your burdens and trying again seems pointless.

Perhaps even preposterous.

Oh, don’t lose faith in yourself.

So many things are doable once you put your mind to it.

Strive to find little successes and chain them in a row.

It matters seeing those breadcrumbs of progress.

Believe that you can climb out of the dark depths.

Lift yourself one bit at a time.

Eventually you will feel the sun of triumph on your face.

Magnify (an acrostic conversation)

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More sun, more ants., more fire  More sun, more ants, more fire!”

And you say you don’t have anger issues?”

Give me a break.  At least I’m not trying to fry you.”

Nope, just innocent creatures going on their merry way”

If it makes you feel any better, these are the ones that ruined your picnic”

For real?  How do you know?”

You look up close.  They’re still suffering from the epic heartburn”

Wish (an acrostic poem)

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What would I do if I found a genie in a bottle?

I would ask for three simple things.

Something that would make you smile, something to make you think, and something to give you peace.

Hope by you reading this some of it came true.

Cider (an acrostic poem)

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Cold pressed apple fluids left outside in a large jug

In the dead of winter the water freezes on top

Driving the flavor into a more concentrated solution below

Each time the blah ice is then removed and the process repeats over and over for months

Rewarded finally with a fermented drink that tasted of sunny autumn days and patience

Best (an acrostic poem)

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Being top dog was what she had strived for all her life

Except now she wondered about what the pole position cost her

So she decided that being number one in society wasn’t that important

That being amazing at being herself was worth the real blue ribbon

Cube (an acrostic poem)

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Cognac on the rocks was her drink of choice

Until about three in the morning, then she would bounce to bourbon

Both ice cold, just like the blood in her veins

Especially as she tossed the dice one last time with everything on the line.

Pass (an acrostic poem)

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Persevering when times get tough is necessary to succeed.

And everyone knows, doing the same thing and expecting different results is insanity.

So, does that mean to be successful you need to be more than a bit touched?

See, it’s leaps in logic like that that show how I almost failed philosophy class.

The Talk (an acrostic conversation)

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There are times when a boy and a girl love each other.

Hey Dad, you don’t need to go there.

Every dad has to.  It’s an oath we give at the hospital before taking you home.

They were lying to you, Dad.  I’m all set.

And how would you know you are all set?

Look, do you want me to tell you what I know?

Kill me now!