Defeat (an acrostic poem)

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Determined to go to bed sooner

Enabling a more refreshing start to the week

Fumbling through the stuff that had to be done

Everything taking so much more time to do

And some of it didn’t work out at all

Then the clock read 2 a.m. and he had to admit…

Fragile (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing on her reflection in the mirror

Rachel wondered how she could go on

After everything she’d been through, there was so little left

Glass was far more robust than her current mental state

It felt like at any moment she would shatter into a million pieces

Leaving emotional shards across the floor

Except that’s when her son came by and gave her a hug, pulling her back together.

Energy (an acrostic poem)

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Eventually the tiredness had to break, right?

No way he could be this tired for this long.

Everything seemed such an effort, even blinking!

Reaching for his sixth Monster, he pounded it back.

Going to be a long shift tonight. Good thing he had a twelve pack.

Yet he wondered if that would be enough.

Strings (an acrostic conversation)

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Stuff like this yarn makes the entire universe.”

That is total bull and you know it!”

Really?  And what makes you such an expert, do you do physics?”

I know something much better than physics that tells me that’s a lie.”

Never going to believe you, but why don’t you tell me.”

Given that cats exist, and if the universe is made of yarn stuff, why haven’t cats unraveled everything?”

So you know what, you may be on to something.”

Plunger (an acrostic poem)

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Penelope looked at her kids and shook her head

Loving them was usually so easy, even if they were little witches

Until they broke something.  This time it was the toilet

Now she needed to put on her rubber gloves and pull out her weapon of choice

Going into the bathroom, she stopped in her tracks for a second

Everything was covered!

Readying for her weapon, she battled the summoned demon back down the bowl and flushed.

Forget (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing on what memories she had left

Organizing them in some sort of mental filing cabinet

Realizing later that she had lost the keys to those drawers

Giving her so much less to attach her to this existence

Everything that was her softly faded out, lost to everyone

The fact that she was still alive was little consolation

Tall (an acrostic poem)

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The height of hypocrisy was laid bare before them in all its naked glory

As they tried to figure out what tale to use to spin a cloak of fool’s gold over everything

Long into the night they schemed and wove their lies together until they were transparent and glorious

Letting them unleash their creation proclaiming the emperor is clothed

Replace (an acrostic poem)

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Realizing there are times when you are broken inside

Everything just rattles around and you feel the stabbing of the sharp pieces

Putting that back together would be difficult if not impossible

Leaving what would be left is an incomplete you

As some of the parts would be lost or the edges rounded to leave gaps

Covered with tape and superglue.  Looking in the mirror you don’t recognize your own soul

Embrace a new chance, a new hope, a new you and let the rubble be recycled

Wonder (an acrostic poem)

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Whimsical pondering about how everything works

Observing the universe and attempting to understand the underpinnings

Never being settled with almost right, but wanting perfect information

Determining how everything began, how it will end, and everything in between

Except perfect information is not available, so instead we guess and see how close we get

Remembering when we get things wrong it becomes a starting point for something new