Sorry x2 (an acrostic poem)

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So, I haven’t posted here for a couple of days

Of course, I hate when that happens

Really, I wanted to post, but I was burning the candle at both ends

Reaching a point where the words would not come

You can be assured I am sorry and will try to do better in the future.

And now a bonus poem/story…

She wanted to tell him she had been wrong in what she did

Or maybe not quite wrong, but maybe more mistaken

Reaching out, she cupped his cold face with her hands

Ready to finally apologize for what she had done

Yet she couldn’t though since he was already dead

Slice (an acrostic poem)

She held the knife in two hands like a samurai sword.

Looking at the watermelon, her sworn enemy, she bowed her head.

It was going to be a battle to the death, but she didn’t feel like dying tonight!

Cutting deftly, the watermelon never had a chance and soon it was bleeding chunks on her counter.

Extremely happy with herself, she popped a piece in her mouth and spit out the seeds.

Thought (an acrostic poem)

Think, therefore I am was his favorite idiom

He held onto it with both hands, never letting it go

Others gave up and allowed themselves to become fleshy robots

Under the guise that the need for money was above all

Given that option himself, he rejected to play along

He kept generating new and different mental creations to escape their drudgery

That was why he was gone when they finally came to imprison him for his ideas

Greedy (an acrostic poem)

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Give me it all!  I won’t leave anything behind.

Really, I am going to horde it all

Every single piece I can get my hands on

Everyone else might think that is obsessive

Doesn’t stop me, I think they’re just jealous

You think others really need chocolate?  Nope, it’s all mine!

Mark (an acrostic poem)

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Many hands make the chore light

And that was his philosophy through life

Reaching out with his hands to help all those he could

Keeping to this up even as he passed, so many came to celebrate him, it made his passing easier.

Watch (an acrostic poem)

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When the hands swept past noon

All eyes were drawn to the two men standing in the street

Today only one of them would walk away

Capping a monumental story of conflict between two protagonists

High above, the bells chimed out, punctuated by two percussive blasts, and then dead silence

Handle (an acrostic poem)

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Holding onto her with both hands, not wanting to ever let her go

And yet there she was, spinning away from me, somehow slipping from my grasp

Now I tried to catch her, I tried so hard

Didn’t stand a chance, though

Life slowed down as she fell to the pavement and shattered

Ever since then, I put my cellphone in a case with a…

Carry On(an acrostic poem)

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Cupped hands holding all the ideas I had

And I am running to find the places they all need to be planted

Reaching my first destination, I try to plant just one idea

Really screw up and most tumble through my fingers to infertile ground. Devastating!

Yet after a period of mourning I rush on, and something miraculous happens. My hands refill!

Oh if I knew ideas would repopulate I would not have been so careful in the beginning

Now you know. Rush and let your ideas scatter, and wait to see what awesomeness grows!

Plastic (an acrostic poem)

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Pliable emotions allowed them to bend and not break

Letting the couple withstand so many of life’s issues

And it also let their souls meld into a perfect fit with each other

So it was no surprise to those around that as their features morphed by time’s hands

That it didn’t make a difference to the beauty they saw in each other

It was inspirational to view, to feel

Can something like that be recycled for the betterment of society?

Jack (an acrostic poem)

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Just play a game of cards they said.  It will all be fun.

And there I was with a royal flush and a chance to make a couple of quid.

Can’t really lose, so I went all in.  When we showed our hands, one guy just lost it

Know what came next? That bloke chased me to the bathroom with an axe screaming “Here’s Johnny!”