Monthly Archives: November 2018

11.30.18
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Passion (an acrostic poem)

Putting things in perspective wasn’t usually difficult

Although today Ben was having a real problem with it

See he had his eyes on a certain young lady

She had the cutest little smile that made his breath funny

It made his decision so hard to make

Ordinarily, he would eat his lunch by himself

Now he wanted to ask the lunch lady to eat with him

 

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11.26.18
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Blend (an acrostic poem)

Black beans poured out of the roaster, their scent filling the small room

Looking at her handiwork, Livia scooped up a sample

Every bean was slightly cracked and glistened with flavorful oils

Now that she was done, it was time for her to get a drink

Doing this kind of work usually made her thirsty for some reason

 

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11.25.18
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Thirst (an acrostic poem)

Too many times he had gone back to the pump

He was doing it again even now

It wasn’t going to change anything.  The water wouldn’t be there

Reaching for the ancient handle, he pumped it up and down vigorously

Staring at the dusty spout, begging for a hint of liquid to form at its edge

They found him there two weeks later still searching for a drink

 

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11.21.18
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Black Hole (an acrostic poem)

Brenda stared at her code, dumbfounded

Looking for the bug that made it misbehave

And as luck would have it, she couldn’t find it

Clicking on her browser she opened the internet

Knowing it was a long shot that it held the answer

However, she found five ways to debug more efficiently

Obviously excited she clicked on the link

Leading her to another about foods to help you program better which lead to another

Eleven hours later she closed her browser since she didn’t remember what she went there for in the first place

 

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11.21.18
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Save the Words! (a 150 word story)

And then there were no more words.  All writing stopped and the world took a pensive breath.  Soon the accusations flew.  The right, left, and center blamed each other on their frivolous use of such a precious commodity.    Large documents were written by scholars about the lack of words and what that meant for society.  Talking heads spewed countless hours of drivel about the cataclysmic problem.  Entire books were devoted to finding the solution to this disaster.

All hope was lost.  Shut off the lights, it was time to just give up.  There was nothing left to see hear.

She threw her pen down in disgust and went to bed, frustrated beyond belief.

The next day when she picked back up her pen the words spring out, and the world was saved.  Millions lived, some of them died, but the words went onward.

So goes the life of a writer.

 

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