Dire (an acrostic poem)

Destiny called my name

I decided to respond

Reality laughed at the connection

Even as my life flashed before my eyes

 

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Pumpkin (an acrostic poem)

Pushing his horse to go faster, Jon peered through the fog

Under the full moon, the fog formed a concealing haze

Muttering under his breath, Jon was forced to slow down

Pelting his head on a branch wouldn’t be much better than getting caught

Killed was killed, no matter which way his head crumbled

It began to clear and Jon could see the old school house.  He was almost home

Nathan found Jon’s remains mingled with those of an orange squash on the school’s wall

Foibles (an acrostic poem)

Feeling her way through the darkness

Olivia could feel her pulse quickening

If these walls could talk, they would be screaming murder right now

But silence was the only thing that was echoing in her ears

Losing herself here would not be a good idea with Justin chasing her

Even though Olivia really wanted to be caught

She shifted the grip on her chef’s knife and purposely made a noise

Immature (an acrostic poem)

I didn’t want to have to tell you this

Many times the words would rise up into my mouth

Maybe I should have said them, but instead I swallowed them back down

Allowing you to have your little temper tantrum

Too bad you never got it out of your system

Understand I have limits to my patience

Really I should have handled it better

Especially after I stuck my tongue out at you!  😛

 

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Global Warming (an acrostic poem)

Glacial movement on a worldwide scale

Letting loose fears and hatred

Obliterating the facts on local perceptions

Blaming anyone and everyone else

All should look at it objectively

Listening to the data presented

 

We instead focus on the economic finger pointing

Alarms of false science on the scale used against Darwin

Relying on beliefs that stand upon sandy shores

Much of that sand being eroded away by the rising waters

Isolating those beliefs on a shrinking island

Now is the time to work on the problem

Giving our future a chance

 

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Spent (an acrostic poem)

Still the enemy poured out of the hills, a river without any end

Percy looked at Harry.  “What are we to do now?” he asked

Everything they had tried was to no avail.  All seemed a loss

Now the real final battle was forced on the ragtag leftovers

To that end Harry screamed, pointed his wand, and ran towards destiny

 

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