Impossible (an acrostic poem)

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It might look like things are at their darkest.

Makes picking up your burdens and trying again seems pointless.

Perhaps even preposterous.

Oh, don’t lose faith in yourself.

So many things are doable once you put your mind to it.

Strive to find little successes and chain them in a row.

It matters seeing those breadcrumbs of progress.

Believe that you can climb out of the dark depths.

Lift yourself one bit at a time.

Eventually you will feel the sun of triumph on your face.

Tired (an acrostic poem)

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The lack of sleep kept mounting

It became a load that was difficult to carry

Reaching a tipping point where it was impossible to keep their eyes open

Everything stopped while they sunk into unconsciousness

Dreaming of trying to go to sleep…

Rich (an acrostic poem)

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Reaching for her wad of cold hard cash

It occurred to her that once upon a time this would have been impossible

Currency was a foreign concept back then, a language she barely knew

How she became so fluent, well that was a story for another time

Blind (an acrostic poem)

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Believe in what cannot be seen

Leave the mundane behind and fly with gossamer wings

Infuse your life with the magic around you

Nothing can really hold you back when you brace the impossible

Don’t hesitate and close your eyes and see

Legend (an acrostic poem)

Little more could be said, much less done

Everyone just stared as she walked across the floor

Gwen had accomplished the nigh impossible

Eyewitnesses would spread her story from here

New tales even more fanciful would be spun from the cloth of this truth

Destiny can kiss her ass.  She owned that bitch

 

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Green Power (an acrostic poem)

Getting your start in a new subject was never easy

Retching the contents of her stomach emphasized that

Eventually, she wandered back to the festivities at the town square

Everyone had finished setting up their ecological project posters

Now that made her more envious than she thought possible.

 

Pushing that all aside she still had a strong project

Oil didn’t have clout here unless you put olive in front of it, which she did

When the judging panel saw her project on using it to make electricity

Even the capability to use nasty congealed stuff from the local restaurants

Really it was impossible not to see its potential so she came in first

 

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Consumed (a 100 word story)

The words called to his soul.  He ached to get away from their siren call, but there was no escape.

He felt them crawl into his brain, eating the cells one by one and replacing them with their offspring.  Sweet sleep would end his captivity, but the words would not give him his rest.  Soon he was driven mad.  He didn’t care what would happen to his mortal shell, the words were all that mattered.

The next morning was tough, and staying awake at work would be almost impossible, but the novel was done and that meant he found peace.

 

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Shenanigans (an acrostic poem)

Supposedly you say you love me

However the facts don’t lie

Every time I call you it goes to voicemail

Not once have you called me back

As if you don’t even know me

Now we both know that is impossible

I am always there for you

Giving you my everything, but you don’t say boo

All this time singing in my ear from every radio

“Never let me go.”  Well I don’t think you mean it

So now I’m calling….