Pouch (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps he pretty much was a slouch

Obviously because he never left his couch

Under that gut he had quite the brain I can avouch

Could be churlish and his taste quite louche

He made his money from selling his indoor poncho with a built in …

Eggs (an acrostic poem)

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Everyone wants to know who came first

Gonna tell you, I know the true answer.  I wasn’t supposed to say a peep.

Give me a break!  My brain’s not scrambled.  This is no yolk!

So you want to bust my shell? Then I’m not telling you, so keep your nosey beak to yourself!

Head (an acrostic poem)

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He danced along his mental landscape

Enjoying the infinite possibilities inside his mind

Allowing his imagination to go wild

Determined to escape the reality his meat brain was stuck in

Consumed (a 100 word story)

The words called to his soul.  He ached to get away from their siren call, but there was no escape.

He felt them crawl into his brain, eating the cells one by one and replacing them with their offspring.  Sweet sleep would end his captivity, but the words would not give him his rest.  Soon he was driven mad.  He didn’t care what would happen to his mortal shell, the words were all that mattered.

The next morning was tough, and staying awake at work would be almost impossible, but the novel was done and that meant he found peace.

 

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Science! Bah Humbug! ( a 100 word babble)

I am synthesizing information in an attempt to immolate my brain cells, allowing me to warm my frozen thoughts about the subject, yet the thaw has yet to come.  I huddle in obscurity, surrounded by obscenities used, but not forgotten, built up to keep me from seeing my failure from the outside.

Still hope tries to grow inside though it hasn’t seen the light of inspiration or the nourishing rain of success in so long it might as well be on the dark side of the moon.  Should I just collapse this rhetoric into a black hole of consciousness?

Probably.

 

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Three Wishes (an acrostic poem)

To think that the world could be his never entered Matt’s brain

He thought hard then began to come up with his want list

Really all he needed was a ham sandwich at that moment

Everything else seemed secondary

Except he did want a collie as well

 

When he was done with those two, he thought about his last one

It should be something important

Something that could make a difference to everyone he met

He thought really really hard

Eventually he came up with what he thought would do best

So he asked to make anyone smile if he showed them his own

 

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Divine (an acrostic poem)

Donald thought she looked like an angel

It almost made him hurt how much he wanted her

Vivid ideas about what would happen if they met

Instantly flooded his hormone soaked brain

Nothing would make him not think she was a gift from God

Even when she spread her wings and ripped out his soul

 

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My Brain Dump (an acrostic poem)

Musings I needed to write

Yearning to go to sleep, I throw this out there

 

Believing in yourself and trusting your inner voice

Rarely will steer you wrong

Ask the questions that need answers

Inscribe on your soul the names of your loved ones

Never sell yourself short

 

Determine your guiding star and follow it

Until you reach your destination

Maintain due diligence on the world around you

Push your limits to grow your boundaries