City (an acrostic poem)

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Canyons of concrete, glass, and steel define the urban landscape

Intense neon and fluorescent lights paint the scene in bright brash colors

That pulse with the heartbeat of the millions who live there

Yet she sat on the roof in the middle of it all, as alone as the moon that traveled overhead

Technology (an acrostic poem)

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The mathmagicians cast their spell of logic

Electrical and mechanical design engineers took that energy and gave it physical form

Constructing a simulacrum of silicon and glass

Handing it off to the whisperers of binary

Now they coded in the soul and function of the new beast

Ordering the chaos of all the possibilities of this new creation

Lifting it from an inanimate object

Obscuring the line between animated and animator

Giving the world a new fascination that

You can hold in your hand

Transport (an acrostic poem)

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There were times he just wanted to get away

Race from wherever he was to someplace new

A place where no one knew him

No way that was going to happen now

So many things had happened over the past few years

People recognized him everywhere

Only if he could go back to being a nobody would he be truly happy

Reaching for his wine glass he raised a toast to himself

That’s what you get when you figure out the path to making it big

Tequila (an acrostic poem)

The alcohol burned her throat as she pounded the shot glass to the bar top

Everything spun for a second, but that was the whole purpose of this, right?

Quickly she lifted her hand.  “Another round, please.”

Unable to keep the grin from her face she looked at the rest of the bridal party

It was her last night of freedom and she didn’t want to remember any of it

Lifting up the replenished shot glass she said, “To life and health.”

All the time hoping she would be so sick tomorrow they would call the whole thing off

 

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Glass (an acrostic poem)

Given his motives were so transparent

Linda almost decided to shatter his fragile ego

And she would have, but his daughter needed to know

So she enjoyed showing the girl her fighter pilot wings

She loved breaking his idea of a ceiling, both for her and her dad

 

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Reading the Ice Cubes (a 50 word story)

Kevin stared at the ice cubes at the bottom of his bourbon glass trying to ascertain what they told about his future.  He thought he could hear them predict he would be in a world of hurt in the morning.  He decided they were truly psychic and poured himself another.

 

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Crash (an acrostic poem)

Capsizing the tin of screws sent them careening to the tile floor

Running away from the cacophony, Flynn kept his head down

Another hammer flew by, smashing the windows on his left

Splinters of glass impregnated themselves into his flesh

He threw himself through the ex-window before the ground finally found him

 

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Cherish (an acrostic poem)

Cute glass penguins littered Marc’s desk and shelves

He was always fondling the damn things

Even when he was chewing out his employees, like right now

Richard thought about grabbing them all and yelling “Opa!” as he smashed them

It would be such cathartic jubilee

Still he sat there and took all of Marc’s abuse in silence

He knew where the janitor kept her keys.  Tonight he would celebrate!