Hammock (an acrostic poem)

 

Hanging in the breeze without a care in the world.

As my drink perspires from all the hard work we are doing,

My mind wanders the cosmos.

Making connections that James Burke would be proud of.  (Look him up.)

Only the rustling of leaves and birds doing actual tweets break the reverie.

Can this solace last forever?

Kidding.  Child number two flops onto me, dumping us both onto the ground.

 

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Forget the Cookies (a 200 word story)

I remember the child sitting on my lap.  “What would it take for you to do this one thing for me?” he had asked.  They warn you about this when you join the corps, but it still amazes you when you hear it.

That’s why I stopped in my tracks and thought hard once I was in the man’s bedroom.  What the kid was asking me to do came naturally.  Still, I hated the son of a bitch for what he had done to the boy, so I wanted to gift the man something more.  All it would take is a slight twitch and justice would be served.  I had killed many a person, young and old, male and female, but never while they slept, not in cold blood.  That was not who I was, at least not now.

I sheathed my blade and left his son’s note.  I thought about leaving a bit of coal behind to emphasize that I saw his naughty ass and if I had wanted he would have been mine, but I am a man of the red cloth.  “What would it take?  I may only play a saint, but a devil I am not.”

 

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Professor (an acrostic poem)

Projecting out into the student filled room

Ronald felt the thrill of performing again

Oh the joys of the beginning of the semester

Fresh faces full of hope and promise

Everyone eager to feast upon very utterance

Still Ronald knew that this honeymoon would be short lived

Since he had two homework assignments to give due on day two

Ordinarily that should trouble his inner child

Reality was his inner child moved away from home a long time ago for not paying rent

 

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Portly (an acrostic poem)

Pushing the limits of girth and mirth

Obscures the reality of the situation

Realizing that it’s all in the spirit

Totally makes it worth it

Little things like a wild eyed child

You love being called Santa

 

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Rock (an acrostic poem)

Risking it all, Dwayne attacked the toddler who was armed with scissors

Overpowering the child, Dwayne was victorious

Couldn’t celebrate his victory though

Kecking Dwayne defeatedly began taping the confetti that was his handwritten manuscript