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

Mechanic (an acrostic poem)

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Machine magician, doctor of octane studies, wrench whisperer

Every one of those titles match well with her engine grease pedicure

Changing the blown out head gasket of an Oldsmobile 442

Her wizardry breathed life back into that smoke belching dragon

And by the end it bent to her will, purring with all eight cylinders

Now ready to consume as much blacktop and gasoline as could be reached by the tip of the pedal

It was the masterful application of her sorcery and to celebrate its completion she pushed her mount to the max

Causing twin black streaks as evidence of her passing as she rode the beast into the distance

Cherish (an acrostic poem)

Cute glass penguins littered Marc’s desk and shelves

He was always fondling the damn things

Even when he was chewing out his employees, like right now

Richard thought about grabbing them all and yelling “Opa!” as he smashed them

It would be such cathartic jubilee

Still he sat there and took all of Marc’s abuse in silence

He knew where the janitor kept her keys.  Tonight he would celebrate!