Journey (an acrostic poem)

Jamming on her brakes, Salama looked to her left where she saw whitewater far below

Oddly the sound reminded her of the ocean, but more chaotic, capturing the wildness it passed through

Under normal circumstances, she would want to continue the climb to the top

Reality the water called to her spirit so she began to descend

Navigating downward on tree roots and small rock outcrops she got closer to her goal

Eventually dipping her toes into that white foam and the crisp water underneath.

Yet that water was too cold to do more, so she climbed back up with a satisfied grin

 

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Smile (an acrostic poem)

So today she said hi to him and it put an unfamiliar happy expression on his face

Many days had passed since she last had talked to him

It had happened when he asked her about going on a date

Leaving him out in the cold and isolated with her refusing to acknowledge his existence

Eventually, it seemed, his daughter could forgive him for being a dad

 

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Point of Contention (an acrostic poem)

Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to meander in his explanation

Of course he should have decided that about ten minutes ago

Instead, here he was, and even he knew he was mucking up the whole thing

Now he stopped speaking and held his breath, hoping she would let it pass

That’s when he became the punch line, literally, and she knew how to hit

 

Ouch, but that was not the worst of it

For that’s when she turned and stomped out of his life leaving him in a hard place

 

Considering she took with her the engagement ring as a consolation prize

Obviously she wanted to hurt him in the pocketbook as well

Not like this was the first time they had had a major disagreement

To tell you truth he felt more like the victim in this situation

Even her sister had taken his side in the dispute

Now that could be because she was a bit biased

The fact that the sister was the woman he was making out with when she walked in

It might have something to do with it

Of course there was only one thing to do

Now that should make really interesting Thanksgivings

 

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Fast (an acrostic poem)

Food would mean nothing to Timmy for the next twenty-four hours

As he fortified his will to resist undoing the thing that he sought

So he hoped that the ordeal would fly by quickly

That was when he debauched a whole package of Oreos

 

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Clique (an acrostic poem)

Count me as one of the choir nerds

Looking on with envy at the cool kids over there

It kind of wants to make me gag

Questioning why it couldn’t be me

Until some orchestra kid tries to sit at our table

Even us choir nerds have standards

 

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Sarcasm (an acrostic poem)

So many people these days just don’t get it

And that is a true problem of epic proportions

Reaching down deep to find that perfect level of irony

Capping it with a verbal twist of the vocal cords

Announces a superior intellect and competence

So much so that all should bow down to those who have mastered it

Maybe now you know what to do?

RIP (an acrostic poem)

Raising the casket onto his shoulder worried Bart, so he made sure to crouch down

Inside was Uncle Ken, and while Bart loved him for his sense of humor, he was quite a load

Pulling up hard, Bart felt his pants tear in the seat and knew Ken was laughing.  He joined in.

 

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Just One Wish (a 200 word story)

I let the lamp drop to my feet.  The metallic clank it made with the cave floor brought me back to my senses.  “Let me get this straight.  Just one wish?  That’s it?”

“That’s right,” said the genie.  “Just one wish.  I’ll warn you though.  If you wish for more wishes you will be sad.”

“Really?”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Okay, okay.  Just give me a second.”

I began to pace.  I should be a good person and wish that no one went hungry anymore.  Either that or lasting world peace, but I couldn’t bring myself to say the words.  I am a good person, honest, but right then I could ask for anything.  There was a part of me that wanted to be selfish.  I could be the wealthiest person in the world.  I could be irresistible to anyone whom I desired.

I could bring back my parents and have one last dinner with them around the kitchen table.  Now that brought a tear to my eye.  But would that be a good wish?  And yet I could…

“Okay genie.  I wish for…”

 

Don’t you wish you knew what I wished for?  Go find your own genie!

 

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