Reaching for the bottle and pouring out a healthy shot
Under the full moon on a tropical beach
Maybe this summons the spirit of a legendary pirate, or at least a wannabe one who can dance
Rum (an acrostic poem)
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Cork (an acrostic poem)
Cutlass sang as it was pulled from its sheath
Ordering everyone to pay attention to what was about to happen
Raising the bottle high, he slammed the blade upward
Kealhauling the glass top away, and with it, it carried the …
Drain (an acrostic poem)
Didn’t have any time to recharge, so down went another bottle of caffeine and sugar
Really, sleep was in order, demanded even, but she ignored it
As she had too much to do and way too little time to get it all done
It would have made her cry, except after fifteen years of doing this, this was normal
Now if she had only believed her mother before she had become a mother herself…
Edit (an acrostic poem)
Evaluating his writing decisions
Dan sat there with his red pen and whisky bottle
It was too long before both were empty
That was when the flames in the fireplace grew larger
Cork (an acrostic conversation)
“Can I borrow your saber for a second?”
“Okay, first I don’t own a saber. Second, why?”
“Really want to open this bottle of champagne.”
“Know what, let’s go buy one. I want to see if you succeed or chop your hand off.”
Innovate (an acrostic poem)
It all comes down to creating something new
Not that it is easy, but with inspiration and perspiration
New things can come into existence
Of course you hope to capture lightning in a bottle
Value of your creation skyrockets, your company declared a unicorn
And you would be hailed as a genius
That is all well and good, but first do the hard part
Envision a new future and make it happen
Wish (an acrostic poem)
What would I do if I found a genie in a bottle?
I would ask for three simple things.
Something that would make you smile, something to make you think, and something to give you peace.
Hope by you reading this some of it came true.
Throw (an acrostic poem)
Tossing insults like darts and getting bullseyes
He smiled at the silent marks drinking their cheap whiskey from the bottle
Reaching for a cigarette, he lit it and blew smoke at them
Only there still wasn’t a peep. He closed his eyes and took another drag
Which is why he didn’t see the bottle fly into his nose
The Navy Blues ( a 200 word story) *disturbing content, please be advised*
The whiskey scorched all the way down as he took another swig. He almost fell over as he ground out his cigarette. That brought him face to face with that photo of her in that navy blue dress.
“I can’t believe you’re gone.”
A sob escaped causing him to slump into his recliner.
“We were so good together.”
Putting down the bottle, he picked up her image and gave it a sloppy kiss. He went to put it carefully back down, but instead, he fumbled it. The photo tumbled to the tiled floor, shattering the glass. He groped for the now naked photograph, cutting his hand, but undeterred, he snagged it. He sucked on the blood while staring into the picture’s eyes.
“You enjoyed that didn’t you, hurting me again?”
He picked back up the bottle and pounded what was left. Snatching his lighter he set fire to her visage.
“Fuck!”
He watched her burn, yet even when the flames reached his fingers, he couldn’t let go. Not even when she was just ashes.
“I told you I’d do anything to make you stay.”
He showed his fingertips to the navy blue urn on the bookshelf.
“See, I meant it.”
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Port (an acrostic poem)
Pounding back the fortified wine
Orlando stared at the waves slapping against the hull
Refuge hopefully would be found in the bottom of that bottle
That hope proved futile
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