Noodle (an acrostic poem)

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Needing to think, he began to walk

Oblivious to his surroundings, focused on the problem at hand

Only issue was that the lack of focus on location added to the conundrum

Deliberating and musing everything over and over again

Left him standing on the train tracks not noticing the train when he finally solved it

Even as the light faded from his eyes, he smiled knowing how many lashes it would take with a wet…

Charge (an acrostic poem)

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Currents in the air made the hairs on her arms stand. She looked up at the figure she knelt in front of

He placed his hands on her head and she felt an electric jolt.

Arise and know that you are now in my service, he said.

Reaching for her sword, he pulled it out of its sheath and sliced open his palm, spilling his blood.

Giving the bloodied blade to her, he finished, “Now go forth and avenge me and my family.”

Everything went white and when the light faded, the woman found herself in the graveyard, alone. 

Fear (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing on slowing her breath, she struggled to keep running.  They were getting closer.

Everything was a blur, from the initial attack to her jumping out the window.

And to think she had planned on getting hammered off her ass to forget her problems.

Really though, it was more fun trying to hunt those bastards down.  She could almost smell their…

Tempest (an acrostic poem)

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The look in his eyes forecast a storm of emotions about to hit

Everything to this point had been smooth sailing on calm seas

Mentioning her name, though, had brought a sudden change for the worse

Pushing himself up out of his chair, he leveled a finger

Everyone was quiet, waiting for the lightning bolt of his anger to strike

So when the finger went back down without a word, well everyone thought the worst had past

That’s when he took one step forward and a rain of fists poured down

Heap (an acrostic poem)

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He looked at the pile on the floor in front of him.

Everything there at one time meant the world to him.

And now they were flotsam in the backwaters of his life.

Picking them up, he turned from the trashcan and put them in a drawer.  Not yet.

Research (an acrostic poem)

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Reaching out to find out how more of her universe worked

Everything was subtly connected in fascinating ways

So when she ran into a dead end, she would happily start over

Except when that meant flushing years of work down the proverbial mental toilet

Reacting like anyone would, under those circumstances, she would become depressed

Cautiously she would begin to feel better and begin a new journey down a path she had yet to explore

Her energy renewed, ready to tackle another problem

Veil (an acrostic poem)

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Viewing life through a gauzy sheet of emotions

Everything was fuzzy and slightly off color

It made things less scary and more comfy

Living that way also meant never really knowing what was real

Hmmm (an acrostic poem)

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He looked at the puzzle in front of him and pondered

Maybe if he twisted his mind just so?  No that didn’t work.

Maybe if he prodded the problem over there?  Nope, that wasn’t the key

Maybe he should just leave everything alone, but then what would she say when she was ignored?

Vintage (an acrostic poem)

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Vinyl jacket?  Check.

Indigo blue Hawaiian shirt? You bet!

Nice pair of alligator slip-on loafers for the win.

Those corduroy bell bottoms would make it even nicer.

And the gold chains dangling added just the right amount of bling

Give me that fedora and the biggest feather you’ve got

Everything here might be old, but so am I so therefore it’s all…

Bedlam (an acrostic poem)

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Bonkers, it’s absolutely bonkers I say.”

Everything is in turmoil?”

Double turmoil, with a cherry on top and a fireball whiskey chaser!”

Let’s calm down for a moment.  What happened?”

All I can say is it involves a fish, a poleaxe, and two large bottles of ammonia.”

Maybe it’s best if I don’t know.  I don’t want to go to jail!”