Tag Archives: chance

04.23.21
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Chance (an acrostic poem)

Converting luck into action

He tossed the spinning dice from his hand

And as they flew through the air, probabilities spun with them

Not collapsing the distribution curve until done with their dance

Cascading all possibilities into a single outcome

Everything random transforms into fate

01.13.21
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Lion (an acrostic poem)

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Like being the king of my domain

I prowl back and forth, roaring to show how big and bad I am

Oh sure I may be scary and intimidating with all these sharp teeth, but

No one said I wouldn’t play with a ball of yarn if given a chance.

08.12.20
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Dice (an acrostic poem)

 

Down to my last chance, I offer a prayer to the lukewarm plastic cubes

I then release them to bound across the table, watching them unleash their chaos

Cartwheeling and spinning among all the possibilities and futures

Eventually coming to rest as tombstones on my luck’s grave

 

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05.02.20
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Neon (an acrostic poem)

 

Now the sign glowed with a bright pink light

Exposing the words Bubba’s Emporium in an alluring cursive

Oh how I wanted to see what was inside

Not that I ever got my chance since I was only fourteen at the time

 

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03.16.20
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Shade (an acrostic poem)

 

So everyone turned to Clarice after Bob’s anonymous claim of infidelity

His smug smile staining the words even more

As Clarice’s spirit dimmed further under her friends’ looks of surprise and horror

Didn’t they understand the darkness she lived in?

Everyone should have a chance of finding a bit of sunlight, shouldn’t they?

 

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01.18.20
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Stress (an acrostic one-sided conversation)

So that proposal was due yesterday?  I thought it was next week.

They told me next week.  I’m sure of that.

Really, they’ve got to give us a second chance.

Everyone has days like this, Michael.  I’m only human.

So what do you mean don’t bother coming to work on Monday?

So Michael, do you think I can get a reference letter hookup from you?

 

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Bonus poem (1st draft)  If you like this one better, let me know in the comments.

So that project proposal was due yesterday?

That’s right, so now our company’s existence is now in question.

Really?  Why didn’t you tell me?

Everyone told you, daily.  With voicemail AND email AND in person

So about that.  I thought you were all being a bit pushy.

So about that, you’re fired.

12.22.19
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Youth (an acrostic poem )

Young at heart, her dad tried to look cool

Only he had no chance, and she knew it

Unaware of his odds, he struck a pose in front of her friends

They burst out laughing at his ineptness

He looked crestfallen, until she clapped, then hugged him

 

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11.02.19
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Struggle (an acrostic poem)

So many children were screaming into the void

That the void got frustrated and threw the cacophony back

Resulting in an aural tsunami that came crashing over my consciousness

Undercutting the foundation of my sanity

Giving me a sonic lobotomy

Gone was any chance of getting anything done

Leaving nothingness

Existential emptiness

 

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