Towers (an acrostic poem)

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Those pesky trespassers ruined everything

Oh sure, they were trying to “return” his stolen property

Well they could have just left it at the gate and been off, but no, they didn’t want to

Everything might have been fine if his security was worth the payments

Really they might as well have opened the door for the interlopers

See, be nice, give people some jewelry, and that’s how they pay you back!  Medieval!

Exit (an acrostic poem)

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Every nerve in her body screamed get the hell out!

Xenon lights flashing DANGER filled her subconscious.

It was time to get up and get out EXCEPT her boy was in there somewhere.

That’s why she gripped her sword tighter as she threw open the door.

Alert (an acrostic poem)

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As she woke up, she wondered what happened

Lights were still out, her spouse still asleep next to her

Everything seemed right, but there was something wrong

Reaching for her phone, she turned on the flashlight

There by the door was… nothing. She had a hard time falling back to sleep

Office (an acrostic poem)

 

Obviously moving out of his cubicle was kind of a big thing

Furniture could stay though.  Joe was moving on up.

Full boxes piled high, he snaked through the doorway

It felt good to put his stuff on top of his desk

Couldn’t keep the smile off his face when he was able to close the door

Even though this kingdom was small, it was his and only his

 

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Routine (an acrostic poem)

Reaching for her car keys, Delilah headed out the door

Outside she got into her car and pulled out of her driveway

Under the slate-gray sky she drove through traffic to get to work

There she punched the time clock and began her shift

In her breaks, she chatted with the same people and told the same jokes

Never did it dawn on her on her way home that she should do something different

Every day might have been the same, but that’s what she so loved about it

 

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Flirt (an acrostic poem)

Florence was wearing her adorable floral dress today.

Lilly was visiting the boy next door.

It was going to be fun dropping in on the two of them.

Randy would be flustered; Lilly would be chatty.

The fact that both would be hitting on her made her so happy.

 

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Shoes (an acrostic poem)

Slipping out of her comfy slippers

Heaving open the front door, she slipped outside.

Onto the rain puddle filled mud slick path

Every nook and cranny of her feet were soon one with the earth

Still beat wearing those damned high heels!!!

 

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Overstay (an acrostic poem)

Oliver watched his nephew throw the egg across the kitchen

Vai ducked, and the egg hit the cabinet above her

Eggs covered most of the kitchen surfaces

Really Jim knew he should do something

Still he didn’t say a word as Vai launched a flour bomb in retaliation

Teresa said Oliver could stay with them until he wanted to go home

According to Jim that had been five minutes after the brat had come in the door

You know, this might be the trick to get Teresa to think the same way