Clear (an acrostic poem)

Can’t you explain that one more time, but slower?

Look, I’m sorry, but I’m just not getting it.

Everything is just jumbled in my brainpan

And it is leaving me almost seasick as I navigate the morass

Really I got it the first time, but I just wanted to mess with you.

 

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Shine (an acrostic poem)

So smooth.  The clear liquid hardly burned.

He knew this batch would sell well

It just meant dodging the Feds till he dropped off this batch

Not that he hadn’t done hundreds of times

Eventually, his luck would run out, but hopefully not before the still did

 

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King Me (an acrostic poem)

Keeping on top was always Bob’s goal

It allowed him to jump over the obstacles in his way

Now the playing field was empty of most of the chafe

Giving Bob a clear idea of who is real competition was

 

Moving diagonally, he finally found his home

Enabling him to kick it to the next level

 

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Crooked (an acrostic poem)

Caught in a straitjacket

Reaching for my ball point pen

Outside the moon winks at me

Opening the tiny spaces in my mind

Kicking anxiety into high gear

Everything is so so clear now

Down to my shadow that is bent and broken

 

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