Shell (an acrostic poem)

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Silicon beds abound with bivalves

Hidden under a blanket of warm tropical water

Every wave akin to a gentle breeze that brings savory delights

Letting the colony feast on the bounty of the surrounding sea

Life might suck, but for an ocean filter, that means you are living large!

Mask (an acrostic poem)

 

May your true self always be hidden from prying eyes

As you go about your daily life

Simplifies things like emotional attachments

Keeping everyone distant and you, safe.

 

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Dual Wielding (an acrostic poem)

Double the trouble was not what Marcus wanted

Usually, he tried to avoid fighting when time traveling

As it didn’t really prove anything in his world

Looking at the two thugs with their swords drawn he knew he didn’t have a choice

 

Watching his foes split apart, he hesitated drawing his weapons

If he played his hand too quickly he would lose his only surprise

Everything would come down to timing

Lazily he took a small step back

Daring his attackers to press their perceived advantage

It must have been too good a temptation

Now they charged him.  He pulled out twin pistols from where they were hidden

Going to be tough to explain the bodies, but better them than him

 

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It Gets Worse (an acrostic poem) part 7

Inside the note, it commanded Mike to kill another person

This time a man located the next city over

 

Given that he knew this person already

Everything should be easier than that woman, Penny

That being said, Mike didn’t want to cross that line again

So he went back to his computer

 

Whipping out the videos of his house from his hidden cams

Observing anyone who came close to his place

Realizing someone with a red umbrella

Slipped it into his mail slot

Even smiled at his hidden camera as she waved at it

Sacrifice (an acrostic poem)

Silent repentance was her way of focusing on her sins

After a night that will live in her memory for the rest of her life

Certainly she would never tell another soul what had happened

Really she wished she could just lie to herself that it never happened

It shouldn’t have happened

Fantasies were supposed to play out in the imagination

In time they would evaporate under the harsh light of reality

Currently that harsh light just exposed what she had done

Everyone should be able to see it, that’s why she gave up so much to keep it hidden

 

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