Gears (an acrostic poem)

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Getting her teenager to work around the house was always a chore

Every day they would go round and round each other, grinding away

And eventually, it would torque the two of them right off and nothing would get done

Reaching into her emergency chocolate stash she wondered how she could lubricate the situation

She ended up giving them a peace offering from her stash and that allowed the two of them to switch …

Poor (an acrostic poem)

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Putting the food for today on her credit card

Or she would have, but it was denied like usual

Of course, that meant she was going to go hungry again

Really if it happened too much longer and she would get a meal at the emergency room

Repeating (an acrostic poem)

Reaching the time gate, Jackson sighed with relief.

Even after everything had gone wrong for these past two years, he could set it right

Punching the emergency return button, the gate hummed to life

Eleven minutes from now, he would be able to go back to 2031

And this time know how to fix it.  He leaped into the breach and felt something go…

The EMTs rushed him into the emergency room

It was found he had a brain aneurysm.  It didn’t kill or paralyze him

No, it just affected his memory.  His earliest memory was of 2028

Glimmers of something horrible sometimes surfaced, but therapy helped suppress it

 

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St. Patrick’s Day Drama (a 100 word story)

I found a pot of gold, but then the damn leprechaun mobsters began kicking my knees.  No one tells you about that.  Find the end of the rainbow they say, but no tells you to bring a Glock!  I never stood a chance.

Now I have an empty cast iron pot that smells like cow manure and a single gold coin I managed to hide.  Too bad it won’t pay for the emergency room visit for my bloody broken knees.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone!  That is everyone except those damned leprechauns.  They can go where the damn snakes went!

 

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Hostage (an acrostic poem)

He always was so nice after they fought

Only that was the only time he really was

Still she stayed with him

They had been together for so many years

And besides, he always said he was sorry

Going into the emergency room, she had a smile on her face

Everything would be okay

Assume (an acrostic poem)

Ascending the ladder to the second floor

Steve hoped no one was watching

Silently he opened the window

Emily should be asleep in the bed just across the room

Making love to her tonight would be his reward

Emergency crews were soon on the scene while Emily looked on from across the street