Across (an acrostic poem)

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Always there was a distance between them.

Could be living on different coasts, but it wasn’t.

Really it happened even when they were in the same room.

Oh, if they could just figure out a way to cross the gap

Such that all their dreams could come true.

So it was a tragedy when they settled for the next best thing.

Mechanic (an acrostic poem)

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Machine magician, doctor of octane studies, wrench whisperer

Every one of those titles match well with her engine grease pedicure

Changing the blown out head gasket of an Oldsmobile 442

Her wizardry breathed life back into that smoke belching dragon

And by the end it bent to her will, purring with all eight cylinders

Now ready to consume as much blacktop and gasoline as could be reached by the tip of the pedal

It was the masterful application of her sorcery and to celebrate its completion she pushed her mount to the max

Causing twin black streaks as evidence of her passing as she rode the beast into the distance

Cookie (an acrostic poem)

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Chocolate chips, brown sugar, vanilla extract play lead guitar

Oh, and all the stuff that gives it structure like a good back beat

Organize the lumps of raw dough on a baking sheet

Keeping good social distance between them

Igniting the oven and bringing it to temp so this party can get started

Everything comes out ooey, gooey, and so bad for you.  Yum!

For the recipe of the above pictured cookies go to: https://sallysbakingaddiction.com/giant-chocolate-chip-cookies/

(I have not tried them yet, but they look awesome!)

Struggle (an acrostic poem)

 

So things are getting pretty tough

That might be an understatement

Really it’s moments like these that define who we are

Understanding how to work past pesky problems

Giving each other a hand and cross the finish line together

Going the extra distance because we choose to do so

Looking forward to sharing stories over a cold one at the pub

Enjoying our victory over this…

 

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Lip Stick (an acrostic poem)

Luscious ruby red pucker

It called to him to get close

Perhaps to brush her with his

 

Still, he kept his distance

The idea of that oily makeup on his face

It kind of freaked him out

Couldn’t she wash it off

Keeping everything perfectly natural

 

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Drift (an acrostic poem)

Down the river floated the inflatable raft

Rapids could be heard in the distance

If they paddled hard they could determine their course

Find the optimal entrance into the turbulent times

That’s why it was such a shame that they never got their paddles wet

 

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ROY G BIV (an acrostic poem)

Rain fell all around Teresa

Obscuring the pale sky above

Yet a smile crept to her lips

 

Glowing in the distance was a magnificent rainbow

 

Beautiful segregation of wavelengths into an orderly progression

It made the rain a welcome “and one”

Very wet, but very happy, she continued her walk home

 

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Miracle (an acrostic poem)

Misha looked back over the waves

In the distance, she could still see the fires on the shore

Reaching out, she placed a comforting hand on Herb

After everything, the two of them had been through

Cutting ties with their past and sailing into the unknown was the hardest

Last week it looked like they would both be dead in a mass grave

Even unbelievers like Misha could recognize their escape for what it was

 

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