Cave (an acrostic poem)

Cavernous problems threatened to overwhelm Kevin.  So much to do!

And if that wasn’t bad enough, his kids were in open rebellion wanting him to play

Viewing his choices, Kevin felt he was in the dark, between a rock and a hard place

Eventually he gave in and played with his kids.  Consequences were for tomorrow

 

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Gravity (an acrostic poem)

Giving the topic the weight it deserved

Rob thought about how heavy this discussion was going to be

Acerbity left his mouth fowled

Veiled threats forced themselves into his thoughts

It put pressure on what he was about to do

To think his dignity was about be sucked into a black hole

Yet he still made the airplane noises to get John to eat is peas

 

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Catastrophe (an acrostic poem)

Clearly the world was balancing on a razor’s edge

Anything could cause it to tumble into oblivion

There was only so much Rich could do about it

Already over half the fleet had been sunk

Submarines, battleships, aircraft carriers, all gone

To think when this war had started out he thought victory would be swift

Realizing that defeat was just one more missile or bomb hit away

Outside he kept his calm though

Perhaps the enemy would miss and he could still save the day

He stared blankly ahead and thought of his victory

Even as his nine year old son called out B4, sinking his destroyer

 

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Happy Day (an Acrostic Poem)

Being there when you came into this world

I remember thinking how tiny you were

Red and screaming about being rudely ripped from your motherly home

The planet has come full circle around our star

Here I am encircled around your little finger

Day after day I watch your amazing metamorphosis

As you grow up so very fast

Yet you will always be my baby girl

My Little Angel

Ever hold an angel, wondering if every breath might be her last?

Ever hold an angel, marveling at her ability to touch hearts?

Ever hold an angel, struggling to communicate?

Ever hold an angel, smiling because of her infectious laugh?

Ever hold an angel that loved to fly so high?

Ever hold an angel that slipped away in your arms?

I was blessed enough to do so, and now my angel flies on her own.

I love you Angela.

Cos She Knows Better

The two wizards stood at opposite edges of a pentagram drawn inside a large circle where the points of the pentagram almost pierced the circle’s edge.  They had eyes only for each other, not noticing the gathering crowd waiting to watch the spectacle that was about to commence.

Eric of the Purple Cloak waved his arms in a rotated figure eight, summoning the spirits of his dead ancestors to give him strength in the coming ordeal.  Luscious of the Red Order laughed before striking his staff into the ground, calling upon the life blood of the earth to pour into his magic.

The two wizards kept perfectly still, daring the other one to show weakness and be the first to attack.  The crowd began to get anxious.  They wanted to see what the two robed men were about to do, but it was cold out and the entertainment factor was quickly running out.  The crowd began to disperse with murmurs of idiots and cross dressing clowns.

This angered Eric.  He turned to address the haters.  Unfortunately for Eric, this was seen as an act of aggression for Luscious, and Luscious cast his attack spell, summing an elemental of earth to crush Eric’s legs.  Eric had to swallow his words and spin to defend himself, jumping into the air with gangly dexterity to avoid the perceived hands from accomplishing their mission.

Snickers rose from the crowd, but Luscious ignored their snide remarks.  He unleashed his next spell firing a ball of negative energy spinning toward Eric’s midsection.  Eric landed on the ground and managed to get his magically enhanced hands in front of him.  Eric caught the ball of energy in his hands, and with a brief squishing of the ball, he managed to flash it out of existence.  Eric then flung his arms forward and a howling filled Luscious’ ears as Luscious saw a spirit wolf fly through the air, saliva dripping from its ghostly jaws.  Luscious brought his arm up to fend off the ghostly beast, but the wolf sunk its translucent teeth into Luscious’ elbow causing Luscious to howl.

A little girl in the crowd pulled on her daddy’s arm.  “Daddy, what are those two men doing?”

Her daddy bent over.  “Those are cos players,” her daddy said.  “They dress up as someone else.  These two are acting out a battle.”

“But I don’t see them fighting,” she said.

“They are pretending,” her daddy said.

Just then Luscious managed to land a spell into the leg of Eric causing him to fall to his side.  Luscious wasn’t able to follow through since he appeared winded.

“Then I’ve got this,” replied the little girl.  Before her dad could say a word, the little girl moved to the front of the crowd and pointed her hands in the shape of guns at the two cos players.  “Bang bang.  You guys are dead, and I win,” she said.

The two cos players smiled, then gave their best dramatic death throws before collapsing to the ground amid applause from the crowd.  The little girl turned back to her dad and smiled triumphantly.  “See, Daddy?” she asked.

Her daddy nodded but just then two Robocop knockoffs rode up on Segways.  “Little girl, you are under arrest,” said the left knockoff in a metallic monotone.

The little girl put her hands on her hips.  “Why?” she asked defiantly.

The second knockoff got off the Segway.  “Killing wizards is a capital offense,” he said, almost keeping a straight face monotone throughout.

The little girl thought for a minute, then pantomimed putting her guns away.  “I’m a little girl.  I think it is a lower case offense,” she said.

That was it.  The two knockoffs started laughing and that infected the rest of the crowd, including the dead wizards.  Her daddy shook his head.  “And I was worried you would be weirded out by all the costumes,” he said.

“Remember daddy,” the little girl said, “I play dress up all the time.”

Her daddy rubbed the top of her head.  “You amaze me my little princess,” he said.

“Of course I do,” the little girl said.  “Now can we get an ice cream cone?”

Her daddy called out in a loud voice.  “Make way for my princess.  She desires the ice of cream.”

As the crowd separated to let them through, the little girl patted her daddy’s arm.  “And I’m not a princess,” she said.  “I’m the queen.”

Her daddy smiled.  “Don’t grow up too fast kid.  Pretend you’re a little girl for a bit more.”

The little girl grabbed onto her daddy’s hand.  “Okay Daddy, but I still want chocolate ice cream.”