Tries (an acrostic poem)

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The beginning of writing a joke is always hard

Really, the beginning of writing a joke is always hard

It might seem redundant, but the beginning of writing a joke is always hard

Every single time the beginning of writing a joke is always hard

So believe me, the punch line had better be worth it. If not, you have more…

Carry On(an acrostic poem)

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Cupped hands holding all the ideas I had

And I am running to find the places they all need to be planted

Reaching my first destination, I try to plant just one idea

Really screw up and most tumble through my fingers to infertile ground. Devastating!

Yet after a period of mourning I rush on, and something miraculous happens. My hands refill!

Oh if I knew ideas would repopulate I would not have been so careful in the beginning

Now you know. Rush and let your ideas scatter, and wait to see what awesomeness grows!

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

Cusp (an acrostic poem)

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Coming to the end meant that it was time for a new beginning

Until now, he had never thought about what that next would be

Since it seemed impossible that they had a chance to survive this nightmare

Pushing that aside he took out the Ring and was about to throw it in, but he had second thoughts…

Extinct (an acrostic poem)

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Every single one of them were gone

X marked the spot where the last one had died

That seemed such a minor thing at the time, and yet

It was the beginning of the end for the rest of us

Now I stand here to make another monument

Chiseling an X using my fingernails on the spot I stand

This is where the last of us will take their final breathe

Loop (an acrostic poem)

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Like my love for you, a circle has no beginning or end

Of course, let two equal circles touch and now you have infinity

Only that infinity is how long I want to be with you, and those two circles are us

Perhaps that’s why a circle represents my love for you that has no beginning or end

Toast (an acrostic poem)

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The realization that you are burnt out

Oh, and you know that the whole thing is just beginning

And that’s why you feel so crusty

So butter up, buttercup, and take a deep breath

Then when you feel less crispy take another bite.