Choice (an acrostic poem)

 

Can’t decide which one to buy

He sat there and stared at his screen

Ordinarily, this would be an easy decision

It was made infinitely more complicated because nothing was in stock

Couldn’t get what everyone recommended

Eventually, he gave up and went to bed.

 

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Identity (an acrostic poem)

 

It wasn’t who he was

Didn’t they know that?

Everyone should see it.  He wasn’t that complicated

Now if he was, well maybe she wouldn’t have left him

That still hurt twenty some odd years later

If time does heal, he must be a man outside of time

That made him chuckle

You would think with a name like Gilgamesh he would know better

 

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Orbit (an acrostic poem)

Oscillating around her, trapped in her emotional gravitational field

Rotating in and out of her sunny disposition

Bob felt like their relationship was becoming too predictable

It changed and became chaotic and way more complicated

The moment a third body entered the picture

 

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Me, Myself, and I (an acrostic poem)

Managing her many different roles

Eve wondered who she was at times

 

Maybe that’s why she was elbows deep in bows

Yearning for a hot toddy and hot daddy who wrapped her up

She could get behind the role of seductress right now, but…

Eve pulled out more tape, folded, attached

Looking at her handiwork she sighed

Fricked it up pretty good she thought.  She wasn’t a crafty, that’s for sure

 

As if on cue little footsteps began to scamper down the stairs

Now mommy mode kicked in with a dash of caught politician

Determined to stonewall the sleep-deprived toddler

 

If she just didn’t need to be so complicated…

 

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