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Author Archives: Michael
Batman (an acrostic poem)
Being a creature of the night he stalks his prey
Always dealing out his form of justice
To Gotham’s various miscreants
Marking his territory in humanity’s cesspool
Arkham’s angel and devil, loved and despised
Never to find peace in this life
Begin (an acrostic poem)
Best to keep thinking about the prize
Even if it’s so far away
Given the journey will be a difficult one
Imagine the stories that you will have to tell
Now go out there and ….
Jump (an acrostic poem)
Just close your eyes and do it
Unless your mother ever gave you that speech
Mom loves the whole bridge analogy
Perhaps if there was a train coming though….
Simplify (an acrostic poem)
Sitting amid the chaos of his desk
Ian surveyed his life with a simple glance
Many pieces of paper that made up his existence
Played among other scraps from other peoples’ lives
Leaving his desk a chaotic world of its own
Ian questioned how he should approach this task
For there were so many ways this could go badly
Yet a match was such a satisfying answer…
Creative Spirit (an acrostic poem)
Cursing up a storm, Artie raged against the rain of bad news
Reality was determined to corner her into marrying Brad
Everything was just too perfect. He was handsome, kind, interesting
Absolutely the perfect man for her, and yet…
The truth of it was Artie didn’t believe in marriage
It wasn’t the commitment. It was all the baggage that came with it
Vivid memories of her parents’ divorce still played in her nightmares
Everything having to do with matching rings made her queasy
Still if she didn’t say yes it meant she was saying no to Brad
Plenty of women would gladly take her place in his life
Inspired by that conundrum, Artie began to draw
Reaching inward to find an answer or some sort of compromise
If there was a way to do this, she would find it
That or decide whether she wanted to live the rest of her life with Brad or herself
Blush (an acrostic poem)
Brent watched her hips sway as she walked away
Lust pumped through his veins, leaving little blood for his brain
Urges finally broke his feet free and he started to follow
She spun around on her left foot, stopping him in his tracks
He felt his lust dissolve and rush to his cheeks as she put her hands on those hips
