Monthly Archives: January 2018

01.30.18
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Glare (an acrostic poem)

Giving the valet his slip, Gary waited for his BMW to be brought around

Lunch had been dreadful, and Kate had basically dumped him for dessert

And to make matters worse, he got a text from his wife telling him she was leaving him

Reality was now blinding him with its neon F* You! sign

Especially when he got to watch the valet drive off with Gary’s wife and Kate in his beemer

 

 

Image: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/08/BMW_logo.svg/2000px-BMW_logo.svg.png

01.29.18
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Slay the Beast! (a 200 word story)

The attempts to slay the beast had been futile at best.  This time Michael was more confident.  He had found a new weapon that felt good in his grip.  He had watched YouTube videos on how others thought the beast could be slain.  Numerous blog posts were read, and Michael had even asked his followers on twitter, #howToSlayTheBeast.  Through a thoughtful ten minutes of pondering, Michael knew he had the answer and set out to finish his quest.

Soon he was knee deep in the swamp and wondering why he was even there.  It seemed impossible, red spraying everywhere off his weapon, but the beast didn’t yield.  It bashed Michael to and fro, never giving him purchase.  Soon Michael was covered as much in red as the beast was.  “I’ going to die here,” Michael thought, but still he battled.

Days seem to pass when he finally found some sort of ending.  Michael put away his red pen and looked at what had been his first draft, knowing once he made those changes he would be in a new place.  He would have the legendary second draft.  The battle would go one, but this time he would persevere.  Carpe calamum!

01.27.18
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Cliff (an acrostic poem)

Careening down the road without a care

Love was lost, and Bonnie was determined to find it

If it meant driving from sea to shining sea, she would do it

Finding love wouldn’t be an easy thing she knew

For it had listened to her when she told it to jump off a ….

 

Image: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f6/Iceland2008-Latrabjarg.cliff.JPG

01.26.18
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Infection (an acrostic poem)

Inside their numbers kept growing

Not stopping at borders, always invading

Focused on only two things

Enabling the creation of more invaders and

Capturing the resources to continue the previously mentioned creation

Thousands becomes millions become billions

Igniting a resistance focused on scorched earth tactics.

Obliterating all foreigners, hurting the natives, stopping the advance

Natural order reestablished, the white cell count and fever reduce back to normal

 

Image: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/06/1900_Blood_cells.jpg

01.24.18
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The Blues (an acrostic poem)

Too much guitar can ruin anyone’s day

Heather put it down and looked at the mixer

Everything she had poured her soul into was in there

 

Being meticulous she began mixing the tracks

Loving living in the minutia of the sound

Understating the rifts, but keeping the sad story moving

Everything was just about perfect

She cried when the mixer hit a sour note and lost everything

01.22.18
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Classy (an acrostic poem)

Coupon cutting was such a chore

Losing that money though never made sense to Gary

Although the stare at the checkout would piss him off

So what if he did have forty something coupons

Saving money was important, even if he did make six figures

You needed that money to make sure you could donate as much as he did

 

Image: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/3b/Coupon_Pile_Stock_Photo_%2810865703765%29.jpg