Moss (an acrostic poem)

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Maybe the rolling stone wasn’t that great after all

Only by finding a quiet, still place can you put down some roots

Soul-nourishing peace grounding away the pent-up anxious energy

Soaking in patience waiting for the right stone to come

Bad Day (an acrostic poem)

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Bringing all she had to the table

Anne felt like it just wasn’t enough

Doomed to fail, and fail horribly

Didn’t miss the mark by much

And everything went catastrophically wrong

Yet she realized tomorrow was another chance to do something great

Mouse (an acrostic poem)

 

Maybe those dreams of grandeur are inflating your ego

Obviously weighing over a ton would be great

Under a pair of majestic antlers atop your head

Still, remember little one, there is a difference in what you are and your dreams

Even though it’s just a u and an o.

 

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Crew (an acrostic poem)

Couldn’t pull off this caper without them

Rational people just don’t have the chutzpah to pull it off

Everyone here has the skills and ice in their veins

Would make such a great movie watching us commit the deed

 

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Juggle (a 50 word thingee)

So many words to juggle, but tonight I don’t have the dexterity to do so.  I am closing my circus in hopes that tomorrow the show can go on.  If not, I know of some great friends who will help me set the fires and collect the insurance.  True dat!