Solstice (an acrostic poem)

Softly the darkness rained down

Obscuring the distance

Leaving me feeling lonely and lost

Still I pressed onward

Trying to find a place of warmth

I thought I saw a flicker in the distance

Coming closer I felt hope grow

Eventually the light bloomed

 

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Overstay (an acrostic poem)

Oliver watched his nephew throw the egg across the kitchen

Vai ducked, and the egg hit the cabinet above her

Eggs covered most of the kitchen surfaces

Really Jim knew he should do something

Still he didn’t say a word as Vai launched a flour bomb in retaliation

Teresa said Oliver could stay with them until he wanted to go home

According to Jim that had been five minutes after the brat had come in the door

You know, this might be the trick to get Teresa to think the same way

Agnostic (an acrostic poem)

Always it was a new problem for Ingrid

God was crapping on her for some sin or not being pious enough

Nigel would just laugh at the whole thing

Only a zealot would be so focused on what a supreme being would do

So much was there for the individual to do about their lot in life

To think that a divine being would purposely make things harder…

It didn’t make sense to Nigel one bit

Could it be more doing and less praying might be a good business model?

 

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Last Chance (an acrostic poem)

Looking at what her choices were, she touched the cold steel behind her back

Ashley stripped off her most of her clothes and slipped into the lake

Shivers from the cold water caused her skin to pucker

Trembles continued down her arms as she began to swim for the dock

 

Charlie couldn’t believe his eyes

Here was his dream coming true

Ashley was coming to meet him, alone, on his terms

Not in his wildest fantasies did he think this would ever happen

Catching his first glimpse of her coming out of the water

Everything moved in slow motion as she stabbed him literally in the heart

 

 

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Pressure (an acrostic poem)

Pushing on through the pain was Geoff’s forte

Running through the low bushes scrapped his legs raw

Every breath was labored, oxygen a rare commodity

Sounds of pursuit began to grow

Sending Geoff into more of a panic

Urging more speed from his spent limbs, he tumbled to the ground

Realizing fleeing was no longer an option, Geoff stood up, picking up a branch

Even a lump of coal could become a diamond.  Time to see what he was made of

 

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Fresh (an acrostic poem)

Fumbling for words after typing over 250,000 of them, Ward began to hate his keyboard

Really it had to be that, or the computer itself, or maybe the lighting

Everything felt stale and lifeless no matter what he tried

Shutting down his machine, Ward was about to walk away, but decided to try again

He ended up setting fire to his house when the computer wouldn’t start.

 

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