Watch (an acrostic poem)

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Whistling away the boredom while looking at His wrist

As He waited for the seconds to tick by

The time was coming when all Hell will be unleashed

Creating a new reality that He would use to remake the world in His image

He smiled.  Soon He would do more than just …

Exit (an acrostic poem)

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Every nerve in her body screamed get the hell out!

Xenon lights flashing DANGER filled her subconscious.

It was time to get up and get out EXCEPT her boy was in there somewhere.

That’s why she gripped her sword tighter as she threw open the door.

Jungle (an acrostic poem)

 

.Justice in this place seems to be defined by who can eat whom

Under the veneer of what some call civilization

Now I know how to fight to get what is mine

Given that we could just clearcut this place and set up something better

Looks like we are stuck in this humid hell at each other’s throats

Even as we all sing, “Welcome to the …”

 

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Doorman (an acrostic conversation)

Do you remember when they didn’t open automatically?”

Of course I do.  I’m older than you, you fool.”

Obviously, look at your lack of hair.”

Really?  I’m going to kick you through one in just a second.”

Man, just calm down.  Back then, people, had jobs opening them.”

And where the hell are you going with this?”

Now my backup career is becoming extinct, and I never got one of the hats.”

Apocalypse Mom

This wasn’t her first apocalypse.  Hell, it was at least her third today, but now those around her were freaking out.  Yeah, things looked bad, but after all the stuff she had been through this latest meltdown was nothing.  She pumped her shotgun with one hand and grinned.  Today would either kill her or make her stronger.  It was up to her to find out which.  She threw open the door and the sun blinded her.

She bolted up in bed as the window shade spun.  The stupid thing must have decided to coil up on its own.  She took stock of her situation.  She was relieved that the world wasn’t going to end, but there was something about being a badass that she felt was missing.

Suddenly there was a scream, a crashing of something downstairs, and then someone crying hysterically.  Okay, so this would be her fourth apocalypse today, but she had this.  She just wished she still had the shotgun.

 

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Addicted (an acrostic poem)

After everything was said and done, Dave still took another hit

Didn’t matter that he knew better, the cravings were his master

Dopamine receptors fired up as the drug hit his system

It gave him a feeling of normalcy, which sucked worse than the cravings

Counting to ten he waited, but there was nothing more

To think that same hit would have had him flying just a couple of months ago

Even now he could feel the craving begin to awaken

Damned if he did, damned if he didn’t, damn it to hell!

The End (an acrostic poem)

Till the fat lady sings they say

Hero could hear her warming up now

Even as he pulled his sword out of its sheath

 

Everything had gone to hell so quickly

Now Hero screamed as he charged into battle

Death would pay a price to have his soul today

 

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