Fried (an acrostic poem)

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Fast-food restaurant grease ran down his chubby fingers.

Reaching for the cup of bubbly sugar water to wash it down, he took a long swig.

It tasted so so good. He snatched up his burger and took another ferocious bite.

Eventually, the stuffing of his face subsided and he turned back to the problem at hand.

Differential equations had destroyed his brain, but after that carb load, it was time to strike back!

Cash (an acrostic poem)

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Couldn’t spend his money fast enough

All the things were needed, and they were needed yesterday

So when he went to check out, he was short the amount needed

He looked to his mom.  She sighed and pulled out her credit card. Happy birthday?

Drug (an acrostic poem)

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Don’t think I can get enough of you

Racing through my veins and making my heart beat hard and fast

Until I feel I might explode from the feeling of pure bliss

Grinning, I whisper into your ear, “Give me another hit.”

Prey (an acrostic poem)

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Praying she could make it in time, she dashed towards the light

Realizing the monsters were close by pushed her to go faster

Everything came down to was she fast enough, and she was worried she would be too late

Yet she didn’t need to, she swooped on the monsters, consuming them before they escaped

Sprint (an acrostic poem)

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Scurrying thoughts running crazy inside his head

Put him on his mental treadmill, trying to exercise them away

Reaching an exhaustion level that would allow him to fall unconscious

It sometimes worked, but tonight the ideas and thoughts were too fast

Not that he gave up dashing after them, but waking hours passed slowly

That’s what made the alarm the next morning such a rude starting pistol for the new day

Progress (an acrostic poem)

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Proof that you are moving forward can be hard to find

Realize that sometimes just not going backwards as fast is something

Or stay still as everyone around you marches somewhere you don’t want to go

Grieve when you need to grieve, that allow you to move forward

Rest when you are tired.  That allows you to move forward

Every step might feel like you are wading through a riptide

So much of life can be like that

Still, one step, then another, always trying.  That is how it works.  Give yourself credit for…

Laugh (an acrostic poem)

 

Letting rip the giggles

As you roll around on the bed

Until your sides hurt, but you continue the tickle war

Gripping these times with your kid while you can

How fast these times will end.

 

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Track (an acrostic poem)

 

The rat race isn’t getting any easier

Running as fast as you can in circles

And all you can hope for is some crappy medal

Consider what would happen if you tried a different sport?

Kick off those tired sneakers and grab a javelin?

 

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Fast (an acrostic poem)

 

Furiously pedaling her bicycle she went all out

Amanda made it across town in record time, but she was still late

So she got there just as his bus pulled away so all she could do was wave goodbye

The next nine weeks were going to be so slow

 

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Fast (an acrostic poem)

Food would mean nothing to Timmy for the next twenty-four hours

As he fortified his will to resist undoing the thing that he sought

So he hoped that the ordeal would fly by quickly

That was when he debauched a whole package of Oreos

 

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