Calm (an acrostic poem)

 

Can’t you take the anxiety away

And leave me feeling serene

Looking at the bottle of bourbon, waiting for its response

Meanwhile, since it didn’t answer, I decide to go double or nothing.

 

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Dual Wielding (an acrostic poem)

Double the trouble was not what Marcus wanted

Usually, he tried to avoid fighting when time traveling

As it didn’t really prove anything in his world

Looking at the two thugs with their swords drawn he knew he didn’t have a choice

 

Watching his foes split apart, he hesitated drawing his weapons

If he played his hand too quickly he would lose his only surprise

Everything would come down to timing

Lazily he took a small step back

Daring his attackers to press their perceived advantage

It must have been too good a temptation

Now they charged him.  He pulled out twin pistols from where they were hidden

Going to be tough to explain the bodies, but better them than him

 

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Stumped (an acrostic poem)

Silly little things always gave him fits

Telling time on an analog clock

Untying double knotted shoes

Making really thin crepes

People, on the other hand, he could read like books

Everybody was a simple picture book to him

Debbie on the other hand…

 

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