Pout (an acrostic poem)

 

Putting her lip out as far as it could go as the arms cross in front

Observe the slight tremble at the corner of her left eye where a tear threatens

Unless I am mistaken she has perfected the pose

The only question is how long till I capitulate?

 

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Useless (an acrostic poem)

Until her twenty-third birthday, Abagail thought she was special

She would walk around like the queen she knew she had to be

Everything changed when she met Chuck

Love left her vulnerable, lowered her confidence

Esteem shrunk under Chuck’s manipulative eye

Soon she was relegated to being just his wife and not his partner

She told herself it was for the best.  Otherwise, she would be ….

 

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Dragon (an acrostic poem)

Darwin hefted his heavy crossbow and took aim

Randy was distracting the wyrm with his stupid antics

Allowing Darwin a chance to strike the killing blow

Got to hit it through the eye and into the brainpan

One in a million shot, even at the best of times, but Darwin knew he was better than that

Never counted on the beast blinking.  Darwin never felt the flames

 

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Bluff (an acrostic poem)

Betting it all, Michaela sat back and waited

Looking her opponent straight in the eye

Under her stern stare, he began to wilt

Folding, he threw his cards in.  He showed her a pair of kings

Flipping one of her cards, an ace, she reached for her chips, hiding her four

 

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Just One Wish (a 200 word story)

I let the lamp drop to my feet.  The metallic clank it made with the cave floor brought me back to my senses.  “Let me get this straight.  Just one wish?  That’s it?”

“That’s right,” said the genie.  “Just one wish.  I’ll warn you though.  If you wish for more wishes you will be sad.”

“Really?”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Okay, okay.  Just give me a second.”

I began to pace.  I should be a good person and wish that no one went hungry anymore.  Either that or lasting world peace, but I couldn’t bring myself to say the words.  I am a good person, honest, but right then I could ask for anything.  There was a part of me that wanted to be selfish.  I could be the wealthiest person in the world.  I could be irresistible to anyone whom I desired.

I could bring back my parents and have one last dinner with them around the kitchen table.  Now that brought a tear to my eye.  But would that be a good wish?  And yet I could…

“Okay genie.  I wish for…”

 

Don’t you wish you knew what I wished for?  Go find your own genie!

 

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Thread (an acrostic poem)

Twisting herself into knots

Heather tried to bind her feelings

Reasoning while her life was unraveling

Enabled her to look at the patterns emerging

And stitch something together that was quite beautiful out of tragedy

Daring someone else to make it through the eye of her needle

 

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Cyborg (an acrostic poem)

Computer chips and meat meshed together was now his identity

You would think he would feel superior

But he felt definitely less than human

Of course, now he could now bench press a bus

Reality was he was a ghost in his own machine

Giving him a haunted look in his remaining eye

 

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Alone (an acrostic poem)

As the party swirled around him

Liam felt like he was in the eye of the storm

Only those looking for a respite would stop to chat

Never staying long before being swept back up into the fray

Eventually, he faded away back home

 

 

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Intrigue (an acrostic poem) part 4

It didn’t make Mike happy that he killed that poor woman

No, that wasn’t right.  He did it because of that damn blackmail note

There was no way he was going to let his blackmailer get away with it though

Reviewing hours of video was something he used to do as a private eye

It wasn’t his favorite part of a horrible job, but he was good at it

Grabbing his coffee he slowed down the frames

Unable to believe what he was seeing he checked it fifteen times

Everything finally made sense, and he had his lead

 

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Crafty (an acrostic poem)

Catching her eye, Miguel made sure to flash his manly charm

Raquel smiled a shy smile and lightly bit her finger

Assuming he was the man, Miguel strutted over

Flirting hard, Raquel gave Miguel a huge hug before dropping him to leave with her friends

Turning away, Miguel told Raquel she was missing out as he walked away in victory

Yet Miguel never noticed his wallet was missing till he got home