Wheat (an acrostic poem)

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While being gluten free was not the lifestyle she wanted

Her choices were that or get sick as her body destroyed itself

Eventually she would get used to the changes in her diet

And find awesome alternatives to those things she loved to eat

The smell of fresh baked bread would always bring a tear to her eye

Retro (an acrostic poem)

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Remember when this was the coolest thing since sliced bread?

Everyone either had one or wanted one.

Those were the days!

Realize that it’s now available again?

Only now when you get it you will discover how much it sucks now

Market (an acrostic poem)

 

Meaning to go grab some milk and bread

Allowing himself just a quick peek at one more thing

Realizing that his cart was full when he came to his senses

Knowing he should just put it all back

Except most of it was on sale

That means less to buy tomorrow?

 

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Toast (an acrostic poem)

Too much time had passed by the time he got to the scene

Obviously there was nothing left that could be salvaged

At best the remaining carbon could still be dated in like forty thousand years

Still he wanted to be able to reconstruct the past

Then the bread wouldn’t be burnt.

 

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Blessed (an acrostic poem)

Braving the elements, Lawrence left his condo and walked east

Leaving behind the love of his life and his children

Evening was setting in as the sun dropped below the horizon

Smiling with chattering teeth, he soon came upon his destination

Sliding back into the kitchen, Lawrence began washing his hands

Everyone deserved to have a good breakfast to start the day

Determined to bake fresh bread for those staying at the shelter, he began measuring