Innovate (an acrostic poem)

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It all comes down to creating something new

Not that it is easy, but with inspiration and perspiration

New things can come into existence

Of course you hope to capture lightning in a bottle

Value of your creation skyrockets, your company declared a unicorn

And you would be hailed as a genius

That is all well and good, but first do the hard part

Envision a new future and make it happen

Luck (an acrostic poem)

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Letting the coin spin in the air

Unclear what fate would determine I feel my anxiety rise

Catching it and slapping it on my wrist my anxiety fled and I felt content

Knowing that my future had been decided

Decide (an acrostic poem)

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Determine which pill you are going to take

Engage a chaotic future of tremendous highs and lows by selecting the purple pill

Calm down and have a boring life by selecting the orange pill

It comes down to choice of lifestyle

Don’t ask for a do over, this is a one-time offer world-wide

Everything comes down to this moment.  What do you choose?

The Fortune Teller (a 200 word story)

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The cards spoke of fate, but the future they predicted was always left up to interpretation of the one reading them.  Most people were almost illiterate.  Preston fancied himself better than that.

He pondered that conclusion as he stared at the cards before him.  He knew his present was a pair of jacks grinning at him, but his future?  The jacks might have been a good a few hands ago, but now he was down to just a two more big blinds.

“What will it be?” asked Jerry with that lopsided grin he always wore.  He sat behind a large chip stack that everyone at the table had been contributing to over the last hour or so.  Preston stared at his opponent trying to get a read, but Jerry was a stone wall. 

Preston thought about folding, but there wasn’t a promise of a better hand in the wings.  This was the poker player’s dilemma.  What did the future hold? 

The jacks were mute, but Preston decided that the future was bright.  He didn’t care if the light was that of victory or the burn out of defeat.  He adjusted his shades and matched Jerry’s goofy ass grin.

“All in.” 

Hurdle (an acrostic poem)

 

How high do we need to jump

Until we finally get over the hump

Realizing true equality for ALL

Determined not to go backwards ever again

Leaving behind the strife, bigotry, and hatred

Embracing a truly brilliant future

 

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Soon (an acrostic poem)

 

Sometimes we keep putting things off into an uncertain future

Of course, this procrastination takes a life of its own

Once living and breathing, it can crush its host

Now I might be suffering from this, but I’ll get to fixing it…

 

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