Help (an acrostic poem)

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Heroes wielding swords and rescuing damsels in distress were in short supply at Walmart so…

Emily decided that it was time for her to grab her own murder instrument and show the world

Life and society thought she didn’t have what it took to get things done, that she needed a savior

Perhaps they should have thought twice before she began her rampage.  Now those idiots needed…

Divide (an acrostic poem)

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Debating merits is a noble cause

If done in good faith, listening to other’s argument

Verifying your stance is what you want to defend

Instead, today we prefer to find our tribe, our island

Denying that the other side might have something to add

Enabling the feedback to build walls that opposing views can not scale  

Struggle (an acrostic poem)

So many children were screaming into the void

That the void got frustrated and threw the cacophony back

Resulting in an aural tsunami that came crashing over my consciousness

Undercutting the foundation of my sanity

Giving me a sonic lobotomy

Gone was any chance of getting anything done

Leaving nothingness

Existential emptiness

 

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Legend (an acrostic poem)

Little more could be said, much less done

Everyone just stared as she walked across the floor

Gwen had accomplished the nigh impossible

Eyewitnesses would spread her story from here

New tales even more fanciful would be spun from the cloth of this truth

Destiny can kiss her ass.  She owned that bitch

 

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Tarts (an acrostic poem)

The date had gone well till dessert

At that point, her expression soured

Ralph let go of the final pastry

The fact he had not even offered to share made the atmosphere acerbic

So he learned a lesson.  Skip the sweet stuff till the date is done

 

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Drive (an acrostic poem)

Determined to get one more thing done

Rachel ignored the warning signs and barreled on

If she had just paid more attention

Viewing the road ahead enabled her to achieve above and beyond

Engine light went unnoticed until its prophecy came true

 

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Trade (an acrostic poem)

This for that is as ancient as any system of commerce

Reliable if both parties have something the other wanted

Although sometimes you needed a larger circle to get the deal done

Donnie wanted that old system to come back into prominence

Eventually, someone would then take his life for something meaningful

 

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Consumed (a 100 word story)

The words called to his soul.  He ached to get away from their siren call, but there was no escape.

He felt them crawl into his brain, eating the cells one by one and replacing them with their offspring.  Sweet sleep would end his captivity, but the words would not give him his rest.  Soon he was driven mad.  He didn’t care what would happen to his mortal shell, the words were all that mattered.

The next morning was tough, and staying awake at work would be almost impossible, but the novel was done and that meant he found peace.

 

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