Maze (an acrostic poem)

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Making out of this place alive was going to take skill and daring

All the exotic animals surrounding him made it even harder

Zoos were supposed to be places of wonder and discovery

Except he was just a humble peacock, and all these stupid paths became one evil…

Justice (an acrostic poem)

Jurisprudence usually didn’t make Michelle laugh

Under normal circumstances, people’s lives hung into balance

Still, something about the state vs. a pair of puppies made her laugh

They did destroy a bunch of stuffed animals

In the photos, you could see the joy the two pups had in their crime spree

Cuteness would only get them and their owner so far

Eventually, the law would prevail, but would it just be a newspaper slap on the nose?

 

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And The Band Played On (an acrostic poem)

Anthony didn’t know what to expect

Nights could be quiet, but this one?

Dude!  Everyone was just wigging out.

 

The downtown nightclub, Tulane’s, burnt to the ground

He heard through the grapevine it was started by someone with a bong and a blowtorch

Everyone knows you don’t combine the two

 

But after the party moved on, there was a brawl at The Green Goddess.

Anthony had been on that call

Needed to bust a few drunken asses to get that mess sorted out

Detox was going to be busy till morning

 

People kept the crazy going even then

Leaving everyone on the night shift, including Anthony, very tired and cranky

Anthony thought once again about that parole job and wondered if he should bid on it

Yet he loved being a police officer

Every day he got to keep people safe, even when they behaved like animals

Deep down he knew he would miss it the minute he left

 

Over the radio another call came in, a robbery at a gas station

Never a dull moment, but there was always hope for a break later

 

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Night (an acrostic poem)

Now as the sunlight faded, her primal emotions rose up within

Instincts kicked in, sending her towards home

Going as fast as she could while the nocturnal awoke around her

Hoots and howls, coupled with leaves rustling from passing animals

To think, this wasn’t a forest but Brooklyn