Pass (an acrostic poem)

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Persevering when times get tough is necessary to succeed.

And everyone knows, doing the same thing and expecting different results is insanity.

So, does that mean to be successful you need to be more than a bit touched?

See, it’s leaps in logic like that that show how I almost failed philosophy class.

Timing (an acrostic poem)

 

There was a rhythm to how things flowed in life

If one could anticipate the beat, one could thrive

Many tried and flailed and failed, but Ramona was a natural

It left those in the know in awe and a bit jealous

Now here she was, about to win it all and there wouldn’t be anything left

Giving in, she purposely made a mistake assuring herself a better tomorrow

 

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Trial (an acrostic poem)

Tribulations were the least of Lydia’s worries

Racing against the end of days was a real thing

If she was successful, everyone would survive

And if she failed, well, that really wasn’t an option

Lifting her eyes to seek whatever divine help she could she entered the fray

 

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Gold (an acrostic poem)

Going all in all the way is the only choice

Or else you have failed yourself and your country

Leave your very soul on the mat at the end to achieve your goal

Delivering the highest spot on that Olympian podium

 

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Weakness (an acrostic poem)

Weeping muscles wailed at their fate

Every ounce of her being willed the boulder up the hill

Almost there she felt it slip away.  She sunk to his quivering knees

Knowing she had failed once again and the stone awaited her below

Now she could be smart and try a different tact

Every other route was open to her

Still, she trudged back down to gather up her burden

She was determined not to show…

 

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Water (an acrostic poem)

Wouldn’t it be nice if the boiler would work?

And also there wouldn’t be any leaks?

Too bad it failed on the later

Everything came to a halt as warm wetness spread

Ruining parts of the basement

 

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