Travel (an acrostic poem)

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The ability to go where you want when you want was so curtailed

Reduced to going to and fro between rooms in your own place

And that was a dream luxury if you lived a studio apartment

Viewing those same four walls every day, day in, day out, hour after hour

Eventually even the strongest of will would start to feel incarcerated

Leaving one to make marks on the wall to mark doing your COVID time

Element (an acrostic poem)

Earth, air, fire, water

Life was simpler in the past

Everything was created with those four basic substances

Making up everyone’s reality

Except people knew there was something more

Now we have a periodic table filled with of over one hundred building blocks

That is how life goes, Mr. Watson.  Starts off simple then becomes complex.

 

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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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