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…

Pursuit (an acrostic poem) part 5

Pelting rain pounded on Mike’s fedora as he waited

Under a red umbrella, his prey walked out of the shop

Running across the street, Mike tried to get close

Slipping in a puddle, he fell hard to the pavement

Under his breath, he swore as he pushed himself back up

It seemed that the red umbrella had disappeared

The next swears were definitely out loud

 

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Timeless (an acrostic poem)

Tossing his fedora onto the coatrack, Martin sat at the piano

In no time the keys began to sing what was in his heart

Melodies rose and fell on the emotional tide

Enveloping Martin in memories of another time and place

Listening to those faint echoes of her laugh in the harmonies

Envisioning her smile as she joined him on the violin

Softly he finished his musical poem and smiled at her picture on the piano

She would always be a part of his soul