Paint (an acrostic poem)

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Picking the right color is so important to create the correct atmosphere

A shade too dark and it puts people in a somber mood

If its too light they will feel not grounded in the space

Now if you go for a wild color, well that just causes people to go insane

That’s why the world believes in beige, and why I avoid it like the plague.

Serendipity (an acrostic poem)

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Sometimes it’s those flukes of luck that change the world

Everyone thinks it is greatness, but so much is being in the right place at the right time

Realizing that you are in that moment for a reason

Engaging in what needs to be done to create your new normal

Now sometimes it is pure happenstance

Dumb luck if you will

It can be such a blessing

Perhaps it was more than that, though

It was a break waiting for you to come along to happen

That you were, for that moment in time, the chosen one

You just need to accept the honor

Hope (an acrostic poem)

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How can you open your eyes every morning

Only to find so much darkness around you

Pushing you further into despair

Evict those thoughts since you can create light and let it shine

Accept (an acrostic poem)

 

And this is the new normal?

Can’t we come up with something a bit better?

Create a tomorrow that makes yesterday seem like the Middle Ages

Except some pine for that yesterday

Pulling that familiar close to their bosom

The unknown is just too much to …

Create (an acrostic poem)

Can’t make anything out of nothing

Really that’s a crock of bull

Everyone knows storytellers weave lies into whole cloth

And wrap you up inside nice and snug

That’s the stuff godhood is made of

Even if the magic eventually fades into memory

 

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My Robot Life (syllabic verse)

Bots

Love them

Create them

I program them

Yet right now they suck

Really it is more me

I cannot get things to fit

Even though I want to give up

I will try again to make it work

I must struggle, learn, and then I can teach

 

 

In this poem each line has one more syllable.  I wanted to try something different.  I hope you enjoy.

Create (an acrostic poem)

Converting imagination into reality

Reveling emotion and spirit

Engaging all the senses

Agitating the status quo

Training young minds how to perceive the world

Enhancing the human condition