Present (an acrostic poem)

 

Put a bow on it and it would be done

Really that seemed so old school

Everyone these days was striving to be original

So it meant a lazy old bow on top would be just too boomer

Everything about him giving it to her would be on TikTok, so he couldn’t disappoint

Now the use of a bow on a gift might not get views

The strategic placement of it as he gave it to her in his birthday suit though….

 

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Useless (an acrostic poem)

Until her twenty-third birthday, Abagail thought she was special

She would walk around like the queen she knew she had to be

Everything changed when she met Chuck

Love left her vulnerable, lowered her confidence

Esteem shrunk under Chuck’s manipulative eye

Soon she was relegated to being just his wife and not his partner

She told herself it was for the best.  Otherwise, she would be ….

 

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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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Heavenly Blues

Kortney listened to the blues floating down from heaven above.  In this case, heaven was Marvin’s, a dive bar located on the second floor of a rundown building that seemed to have lived the hard life the lead singer was lamenting about.  Kortney fondly stroked the broken brick façade with fondness.  She had been coming here steady since she was old enough to fall in love.  The problem was Marvin’s served liquor, and since Kortney had been thirteen at that time she could go no farther.

The regulars all knew her by name.  Hell, some of them offered to sneak her in, but today heaven was about to open up for her.  She took out her license and grimaced.  She hated her picture, but that date blazoned on it showed she was twenty-one as of today.  She opened the door and climbed those tired stairs, each step a religious pilgrimage.

At the top of the stairs the bouncer, Charlie, sat there on a tired looking chair.  He rubbed the sweat from his bald head with a paisley handkerchief.  “Hey there Kort.  Aren’t you being a bit bold?  You knows the rules.”

Kortney gave Charlie a smile.  He was one of the ones always offering to sneak her in, but she never took him up on the offer.  She always wondered what if, but now she knew it was worth it.  This was worth doing it right.  She held out her license.  “I’m all good, sir.  You just check it out.”

Charlie laughed and waved her hand away.  “Girl, you think I don’t know what day this is?  Get yourself in there.”  Charlie got up and opened the door for her.

Kortney paused with her hand still out.  She really wanted him to check it, to see that she really had crossed the threshold, but then she accepted his acceptance into the heavenly throng.  She smiled a nervous smile and put her license into her handbag.  She then crossed the threshold.

The music caressed her with a refreshing familiarity, but with a fidelity that set her soul vibrating.  The bartender, Liza, nodded in Kortney’s direction and pulled a long draft, setting it on the ancient bar top.   Liza pointed at the beer and then to Kortney before she turned to serve another old timer.

Kortney practically danced over to the bar.  When the music paused she found her voice.  “Sorry Liza, but I didn’t order this.”

“I did.  It’s my birthday gift to you.  I wouldn’t worry about thinking about paying for anything tonight, girlfriend.  Tonight you’ve come home.”  With that, Liza went back to her other customer.

Kortney picked up the beer and the band kicked into the next song.  She slumped onto a bar stool and sipped at her beer.  Heaven was better than she had ever imagined it was.

 

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Phoning It In

What do you get for the man who has everything?  That line was almost enough to get me to do this job on its own, but the fifty large put in front of me didn’t hurt.  I look out the sight and here comes the limo with its security detail.  No one is getting in or out of that five block radius.  This is damn good security. Too bad I don’t care.  I look at the wind velocity and adjust where the barrel points.  I guess where the back door would line up, but I am a little off.  I move the crosshairs quickly to line up with the rear passenger window.  The question is would the target be the second or third out of the car.  I slow my breathing out of habit and wait for my moment.  Here comes the first person, definitely security.  I am about to press the trigger, but hesitate as the second person appears.  I smile as I realize my guess was right.  As the third person begins to emerge I fire.  The man who had everything now has nothing and I shut down the remote control.  No one is getting out of a five block radius, but I was at least ten since I am using my burner phone.  I am going to lose a lot of equipment, but the second fifty large coming to me would easily make up for it.  I drop the burner into a dumpster after washing it in the acid solution and I walk away whistling happy birthday.

Happy Day (an Acrostic Poem)

Being there when you came into this world

I remember thinking how tiny you were

Red and screaming about being rudely ripped from your motherly home

The planet has come full circle around our star

Here I am encircled around your little finger

Day after day I watch your amazing metamorphosis

As you grow up so very fast

Yet you will always be my baby girl