Fast (an acrostic poem)

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Flying by quicker than a speeding bullet

And laughing at how slow that bullet really is

Seconds and minutes turn into hours before you know it

That is the type of speed that kills productivity

Jab (an acrostic poem)

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Jumping fists flying through the empty space

As breath explodes from her chest

Blow after blow on her imaginary opponent

Flying (an acrostic poem)

Floating through the air

Laughing with unadulterated joy

Yielding finally to gravity, you fell

Into my waiting arms

Now you soar without me needing to catch you

God, I miss that job

 

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Trip (an acrostic poem)

The frequent flyer miles might be great, but he hadn’t signed up

Really he hated flying, especially the landings

It always gave him anxiety that moment just before touching down

Pain exploded in his head as he hit the floor.

 

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Addicted (an acrostic poem)

After everything was said and done, Dave still took another hit

Didn’t matter that he knew better, the cravings were his master

Dopamine receptors fired up as the drug hit his system

It gave him a feeling of normalcy, which sucked worse than the cravings

Counting to ten he waited, but there was nothing more

To think that same hit would have had him flying just a couple of months ago

Even now he could feel the craving begin to awaken

Damned if he did, damned if he didn’t, damn it to hell!

My Little Angel

Ever hold an angel, wondering if every breath might be her last?

Ever hold an angel, marveling at her ability to touch hearts?

Ever hold an angel, struggling to communicate?

Ever hold an angel, smiling because of her infectious laugh?

Ever hold an angel that loved to fly so high?

Ever hold an angel that slipped away in your arms?

I was blessed enough to do so, and now my angel flies on her own.

I love you Angela.