Pain (an acrostic poem)

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Push your body past its self-imposed limits

And suffer the wrath of muscle, bone, and sinew

It can be mitigated by medication, but

Nothing will change what you feel, both short term and long, except for time.

Fold (an acrostic poem)

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Floating through the air

Origami wings fluttering in the wind

Leaves a trail of delightful children’s squeals

Dancing lazily in the muted sunbeams

Swipe (an acrostic poem)

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Striking him across the face gave her satisfaction

Which brought all activity in the room to a halt

It caused him to hesitate to react to her attack

Pirouetting away from him, she stormed her way out

Everything had gone to plan.  No one would question if she had stolen anything.

Envelope (an acrostic poem)

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Ever wonder what’s inside?

Not opening it, but imagining the contents.

Viewing it held up to the light to get a hint.

Everything telling you not to open it.

Laying it down on the desk you try to walk away

Only you can’t.

Pushing you to your breaking point until you give up and rip the seal

Everything changes in that moment.

Paper (an acrostic poem)

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Pushing a pile of it across her desk back in 2019

All she wanted was to bury her head and ignore the rest of it

Perhaps somehow find a wormhole in reality and fall in

Emerging in her house, free from any of those damn dead trees

Reality hit her during the pandemic.  Electrons were even worse than …

Punk (an acrostic poem)

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Pushing society’s boundaries

Until it finds the breaking point

Never accepting being inside any box

Keeping the norm from becoming comfortable and helping it grow if it wants to or not.

Soup (an acrostic poem)

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Slurping a liquid hug

On a cold gray dreary day

Uplifts her spirits, and she sighed contentedly

Perhaps she would be lucky and tomorrow be gloomy again

Fling (an acrostic poem)

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Flying through the air with a flick of the wrist

Leaving the heft of the situation behind, if only for a moment

It was his way of making these hard days a small bit easier

Not that Ginger cared about that. She just wanted to enjoy her time with him, but it

Gave him a breather from life while he waited for the collie to bring the frisbee back

Carry On(an acrostic poem)

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Cupped hands holding all the ideas I had

And I am running to find the places they all need to be planted

Reaching my first destination, I try to plant just one idea

Really screw up and most tumble through my fingers to infertile ground. Devastating!

Yet after a period of mourning I rush on, and something miraculous happens. My hands refill!

Oh if I knew ideas would repopulate I would not have been so careful in the beginning

Now you know. Rush and let your ideas scatter, and wait to see what awesomeness grows!

Edit (an acrostic poem)

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Evaluating his writing decisions

Dan sat there with his red pen and whisky bottle

It was too long before both were empty

That was when the flames in the fireplace grew larger