Enable (an acrostic poem)

Everyone deserves a second chance

Now Becky was trying to prove it to her daughter

As they watched the Twitter feed for conformation

But as the minutes flowed by, Becky knew that it wasn’t going to happen

Looking at her daughter’s expectant face, she decided on a course of action

Eva, your dad just said we should go get ice cream.  The three year old cheered

Empty (an acrostic poem)

Even as he threw the rest of his chips into the pot

Maurice wanted to vomit

Playing poker so well had earned him a reputation as a good professional

The river card guaranteed him the victory and the three million dollars

Yet he felt hollow knowing most of those winnings were going to the fixer

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

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.