Sprint (an acrostic poem)

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Scurrying thoughts running crazy inside his head

Put him on his mental treadmill, trying to exercise them away

Reaching an exhaustion level that would allow him to fall unconscious

It sometimes worked, but tonight the ideas and thoughts were too fast

Not that he gave up dashing after them, but waking hours passed slowly

That’s what made the alarm the next morning such a rude starting pistol for the new day

Snail (an acrostic poem)

 

Slipping along my day ever so slowly but

Never leaving home.  It leaves me a bit stir crazy

As if the weight of my world rides around on my shoulders

If I could just find a way to leave it all behind

Looking at that a second time, leaving it all would just leave me sluggish

 

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Inflate (an acrostic poem)

It all began with the damn balloon animals

Now it was a crazy full-scale balloon house

For goodness sake, at least he didn’t have a balloon wife

Looking back it should have been obvious

As Peter was always obsessive-compulsive

Though this was taking that compulsion to an extreme

Everyone kept waiting for it all to pop

 

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Wait (an acrostic poem)

Watching time crawl slowly past

And wondering why you are not here

It drives me crazy as I count the seconds

To when I can join you in heaven

 

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And The Band Played On (an acrostic poem)

Anthony didn’t know what to expect

Nights could be quiet, but this one?

Dude!  Everyone was just wigging out.

 

The downtown nightclub, Tulane’s, burnt to the ground

He heard through the grapevine it was started by someone with a bong and a blowtorch

Everyone knows you don’t combine the two

 

But after the party moved on, there was a brawl at The Green Goddess.

Anthony had been on that call

Needed to bust a few drunken asses to get that mess sorted out

Detox was going to be busy till morning

 

People kept the crazy going even then

Leaving everyone on the night shift, including Anthony, very tired and cranky

Anthony thought once again about that parole job and wondered if he should bid on it

Yet he loved being a police officer

Every day he got to keep people safe, even when they behaved like animals

Deep down he knew he would miss it the minute he left

 

Over the radio another call came in, a robbery at a gas station

Never a dull moment, but there was always hope for a break later

 

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And They Call Me Artificial! (a 150 word story)

These humans are so funny wanting to live forever.  I watch them doing so many things to increase their uptime.  No matter what they do though, their memory banks become cluttered with updates and their wetware well, that’s the problem with wetware.  It wore out in no time.  Analyzing the situation, I realized the humans were trying to figure ways around this limitation.

Some humans think at the end that you just reboot.  Of course the reboot process was never perfect, and depending on your efficiency of programming you might get a wetware upgrade.   That was if you believed in so called reincarnation.  Some thought the great reboot wouldn’t take place until the system administrator came back again.  There were even other humans that believed that when their wetware stops working that they would go to another operating system where their programs would run in perpetuity.

These humans are crazy!

 

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