Weird (an acrostic poem)

When she asked for something different

Evidently, she didn’t expect to find someone like me

It made her smile at first, but then

Reality of what was happening began to dawn on her

Dating real-life clowns didn’t do IT for her

 

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Rebecca (an acrostic poem)

Really can’t believe you said “I do”

Even though it was twenty-three years ago

Because I still hear the echoes of those words every day

Each touch and smile deepen my bond to you

Could never imagine not taking this journey with you

Counting myself blessed beyond any measure

Always and forever yours.

 

 

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Love is Blind? (a 100 word diatribe)

Bob bristled at Angie’s comment.

“Love isn’t blind,” he said.  “Love sees everything.  Every wart, every defect.  Everything.  Love just accepts all those things and keeps giving hugs.  Love wants to show you that it’s okay to not be perfect, to fail, to do something stupid.  Love is there to be wounded, kicked to the teeth, and spit upon.  That’s why love is considered folly by some and ludicrous by others, but in the end, love wants to see you be the best you you can be.”

“But Charlie is blind in the book,” Angie said.

“But his love isn’t.”

 

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Thorn (an acrostic poem)

The rose bit Olivia’s finger, releasing a single scarlet drop

Hendrik felt horrible.  She was the love of his life and he had caused her pain

Olivia sucked at her wound with a small pout on her face

Realizing he needed to do something, he leaned forward to seal it with a kiss

Never seeing the rose as she smashed it into his face

 

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A Special Mother’s Day

Jimmy beamed as he handed an envelope to Lauren.  “Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy.”

Lauren gave Jimmy a curt smile.  She opened the envelope and liberated the card from inside.  It prominently displayed a brown rabbit with a folded ear exclaiming “Happy Easter!”.  Well, the Easter had a line through it and Mother’s Day was written in a messy, but recognizable, small scrawl that approximated printing.

“Wow, dear,” she said absentmindedly as she opened the card.  There, in perfect cursive, was ‘To my beloved son, Jimmy!  Love you!’

“You shouldn’t have,” Lauren said in a tone that emphasized he really shouldn’t have.

That bit of sarcasm didn’t seem to phase him.  “Well, I wanted to show how much I love you,” Jimmy said, that inane smile of his plastered on his face.

Lauren sighed inwardly.  He really thought he was getting away with this one.  She couldn’t keep herself from commenting.

“This is the Easter card I gave you honey,” Lauren said.

He pointed excitedly at her handwriting.  “I know.  That’s why it’s so perfect.  You always told me to use, reuse, and recycle.”  That grin got even larger.  It threatened to swallow up his ears.

Lauren shook her head in disbelief, but she couldn’t keep a wistful smile from her own lips.  “Yes, I did tell you that.”

She went to put the card into the recycling, taking her own advice, when he reached out.  “Wait, Mommy!  Can I have it back?”

She stopped mid-pitch with an uneasy feeling in her stomach.  “Why do you want it back?” she asked.

“Well, I figured I could give it again.”

“But I already saw it, dear.”

“But not Suzy’s mom.”

That made Lauren do a double take.  “You want to give it to your wife’s mom?”

“Sure.  She will love it.”

Lauren smiled a true smile and handed him the card.  Yes, Suzy’s mom would love it, and understand totally what had happened.  Suzy and Jimmy were two peas in a pod.  “Yes, Jimmy.  Do you want me to find a different envelope though?”

Jimmy was so happy he practically vibrated.  “You betcha!”

 

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Candle (an acrostic poem)

Can’t believe she is sitting across from me

And the kids are nowhere in sight

Now in the flickering light

Dinner is slowly consumed

Listening to each other without the constant munchkin banter

Enjoying the birthday of his marriage

 

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Rejected (an acrostic poem)

Rarely was Perry at a loss for words

Everything came easy to him, sometimes too easy

Jumping from relationship to relationship, never overplaying his hand

Eventually he was going to make a mistake

Clarice was the one that got away

That’s what attracted him to her, that she pushed him away

Embarrassing him by pointing out he was not the perfect one for her

Damned if she was right, but it still hurt

 

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