Leaning out the window, she fluttered her eyes in his direction
And when he didn’t respond she waved
So when that didn’t work, she yelled his name
He never moved. She started to yell obscenities and that got his attention
Leaning out the window, she fluttered her eyes in his direction
And when he didn’t respond she waved
So when that didn’t work, she yelled his name
He never moved. She started to yell obscenities and that got his attention
Down below, the peons flee from the stars above
As if their puddle of light was armor they could wear to ward off predators
Reaching for his bow, he took aim at one such automaton and let loose the string
Killing it would be a blessing, releasing the fear to evaporate into the…
Hello everyone. I apologize for not getting a poem ready for tonight. I am physically and emotionally beat right now. If you want something to read, you can read for free my first three Vella episodes from my soon-to-be novel, Fallen From Mercy right here:
I hope to have a new acrostic poem up tomorrow night. Take care and thank you for stopping by!!!
Looking at images of waves crashing ashore
Over a strip of warm inviting sandy beach
Now she really wanted to go there right now
Gonna have to wait till next year though. She sighed.
Being in charge isn’t always unicorns and rainbows
Of course it does have its perks
Sometimes he took the first doughnut during the meeting
Sometimes he took them all before the meeting started.
Focusing on his path to success
All the time looking forward squinting at the rising sun
It blinded him to the giant potholes ahead
Left him stranded on the side of the road, his drivetrain broken
Determined to make it more than merely functional
Eugene adding sweeping lines and lots of pretty colors
So it would stand out from the rest of the crowd
It might have been a bit garish, but his customer said she loved it
Giving him all the feels as he hugged her
Now his mom had to figure out what to do with her new macaroni studded glittery candle holder
Silence slashed through the crowd
Until not a sound was left standing
Destroying the laughter that had been flowing through their collective veins
Distressed, they looked at each other mutely
Everything from this moment on would never be the same
Now if they could say what happened…
“And that’s when she went like poof right before me eyes”
“Poof sir? What do you mean by that?”
“Poof. You know, like what those magician blokes do to rabbits.”
“Exactly what are you trying to say, sir? Was there a magician involved?”
“As if. I don’t fraternize with them sorts. They might do the unthinkable.”
“Really? And what would be unthinkable?”
“Such things like bringing me misses back after she poofed I tell you!”
Making monsters out of imagination spiked with reality
Yearning for immortality as it is realized upon the general populous
To see it feed and grow on their psyche
Hoping it evolves from a mere story to a legend, a …
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