Feel (an acrostic poem)

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Finding his emotions too cumbersome to deal with, he packed them away.

Eliminating his ability to cope with other people around him

Everything became harder until he decided to become a hermit

Leaving humanity behind allowed him to decompress and once again begin to …

Gears (an acrostic poem)

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Getting her teenager to work around the house was always a chore

Every day they would go round and round each other, grinding away

And eventually, it would torque the two of them right off and nothing would get done

Reaching into her emergency chocolate stash she wondered how she could lubricate the situation

She ended up giving them a peace offering from her stash and that allowed the two of them to switch …

Thought (an acrostic poem)

Think, therefore I am was his favorite idiom

He held onto it with both hands, never letting it go

Others gave up and allowed themselves to become fleshy robots

Under the guise that the need for money was above all

Given that option himself, he rejected to play along

He kept generating new and different mental creations to escape their drudgery

That was why he was gone when they finally came to imprison him for his ideas

Fear (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing on what caused him to tremble

Embracing the terror he held in his hand

Allowed him to rise above that base emotion and use it to his advantage

Reaching for the top of the box he opened it and asked, “Will you marry me?”

Base (an acrostic poem)

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Being such an acerbic person

Allowed him to eat through most of the resistance he encountered

So it surprised him when she neutralized him so easily

Eventually, he found out the reason was she was caustic

New Year (an acrostic poem)

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Now everyone was counting the seconds

Excited about a new beginning, a new something

What changes were possible

Yet he sat on the couch and sipped his champagne calmly

Every day was his chance to begin anew, to try to right his wrongs

And that allowed him to find peace with himself every night as he went to sleep

Ready to celebrate a new chance, a new resolution, every day.  That was worth celebrating

Plastic (an acrostic poem)

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Pliable emotions allowed them to bend and not break

Letting the couple withstand so many of life’s issues

And it also let their souls meld into a perfect fit with each other

So it was no surprise to those around that as their features morphed by time’s hands

That it didn’t make a difference to the beauty they saw in each other

It was inspirational to view, to feel

Can something like that be recycled for the betterment of society?

Hovel (an acrostic poem)

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Home is home, but sometimes you just live in a place

Outside is allowed to get ragged, inside things are just left where they are

Vistas of unkept memories and mementos cast aside without a care

Eclipsing all hopes of doing something about it, to make it a livable space

Leaving you to wonder if it is just a condemned dwelling, or a wasted life

Top (an acrostic poem)

The room spun as he tried to stand up

Of all the nights, tonight was the night he had to drink the good stuff

Perhaps he should have allowed himself to bottom out instead

 

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