Cutlass sang as it was pulled from its sheath
Ordering everyone to pay attention to what was about to happen
Raising the bottle high, he slammed the blade upward
Kealhauling the glass top away, and with it, it carried the …
Cork (an acrostic poem)
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Prince (an acrostic poem)
Perhaps one day I will be a king
Reaching up and placing the crown on my own head
It would be then where I fulfill my destiny
Never looking back, I would break down barriers and shatter glass ceilings
Creating new norms that would create a more equitable society
Even though some may call me queen, my breasts won’t define me!
Goose (an acrostic poem)
Getting aggressive during play fighting
Oblivious to the dangers at hand
Outside the air was turbulent with drama
Such that the only thing you could do to get out of the spinning rut was eject from the situation.
Except that damn glass ceiling got in the way, killing any hope of promotion
Cook (an acrostic poem)
Can you make me something to eat?
Only I need it to be dairy free, soy free, and gluten free
Oh, and I can’t have coconut or almond
Know what, I will stick to a glass of water.
City (an acrostic poem)
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)
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)
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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Never Short On Words 