Travel (an acrostic poem)

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The ability to go where you want when you want was so curtailed

Reduced to going to and fro between rooms in your own place

And that was a dream luxury if you lived a studio apartment

Viewing those same four walls every day, day in, day out, hour after hour

Eventually even the strongest of will would start to feel incarcerated

Leaving one to make marks on the wall to mark doing your COVID time

Dream (an acrostic poem)

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Diving deep under the covers to embrace sleep

Racing into a realm of magic, wonder, and amazement

Engaging in a disastrous discussion with a pompous platypus

As the house of cards you built burns because you only had two pair…

Maybe you should have not eaten that peperoni pizza before going to bed

Bulky (an acrostic poem)

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Being a ballerina had always been his dream

Underneath the bright lights, dancing en pointe

Looking into infinity as he bounded across the stage

Knowing he was the center of everyone’s attention

Yet he knew that being a hippopotamus was going to make it difficult

Beast (an acrostic poem)

Boy, he was so beautifully handsome that it almost hurt her eyes

Everything about his appearance was just so perfect

And all he wanted was to be with her, forever.  A dream come true

So when he showed his darker side it caught her by surprise.  The nightmares began

They only ended when the monster sunk his claws into her mind and her will died

 

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Trick (an acrostic poem)

The magician pulled up her sleeves and pulled out her bestest smile

Reaching out she produced the deck of cards out of thin air

It amazed the onlookers, but that was just the appetizer

Crafting more magic she took her audience on a journey, but suddenly they disappeared

Keeping her eyes closed, she wished the dream never had to end

 

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Dream State

Bill looked around the small study room.  He closed his quantum physics book and grimaced.  That grimace quickly flipped into a bemused grin as he looked at Cherie.  “This stuff hurts my head.”

Cherie matched his bemused smile with one of her own.  “It’s supposed to.  It’s how everything in the universe works.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way,” Bill said pointing at the book.

“Okay Einstein, what do you think is happening?”

“What happens if this is all one big simulation or even a dream?”

“A dream?”  She knocked on the table.  “Seems a pretty solid dream.”

“No really, pretend I am the only being in the universe.”

Cherie sat back and crossed her arms.  “Then what am I, chopped liver?”

“You would be a figment of my imagination.”

“With all my personal problems you have one fucked up imagination.”

“I never said I wasn’t a sicko,” Bill said.  “I would need everything to keep me as sane as possible though.  Otherwise, I would be a real whack job.”

“I think your dream isn’t working too well if that’s the case.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“I’m here for you.  Or maybe not since I don’t exist.”

“Hey, I said it was just a theory.”  He put his book in his backpack.  “Till the next time I see you.”

Cherie shook her head.  “I hope so, otherwise I wouldn’t exist.”

Bill laughed to himself as he left the room and closed the door.  He walked down the hallway daydreaming about his hypothesis.

Behind the door there was nothing.

 

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Grand (an acrostic poem)

Go big or go home meant Lilly was going home

Reaching for the strap she felt the subway lurch away from the station

At least she had come close, or at least she tried to convince herself of that

Now it was over and her bed would be the only one calling

Daring her dreams to try to be that big again she began to silently cry

 

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Lacking (an acrostic poem)

Leaving Nashville behind, Gary almost left his guitar there too

As if he was going to use it ever again

Couldn’t believe that no one would take him seriously

Killing his dream of becoming the next rockabilly star

Instead it was back to the same old corporate grind

Needless to say they would regret their ambivalence

God knows he had practiced enough for two whole months to make it big

 

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