Doll (an acrostic poem)

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Did she think she could just dress me any way she wants to?

Of course I have an opinion.  It’s my body!

Leave me alone and let me live my life the best I can

Look, if you can’t handle that I will go all Chucky on you!

Cell (an acrostic poem)

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Corruption pulsed within his veins energizing his desire to do wrong

Extracting money from the misery and oppression around him

Leaving him to live a life of luxury built upon the pain of others

Losing his soul bit by bit behind the bars of inhumanity

Hovel (an acrostic poem)

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Home is home, but sometimes you just live in a place

Outside is allowed to get ragged, inside things are just left where they are

Vistas of unkept memories and mementos cast aside without a care

Eclipsing all hopes of doing something about it, to make it a livable space

Leaving you to wonder if it is just a condemned dwelling, or a wasted life

Reef (an acrostic poem)

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Reaching out into the crystal blue water

Enticing the multitudes to live among the outstretched fingers

Encircling all in the cycle of life

Frolicking in the changing currents

City (an acrostic poem)

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Canyons of concrete, glass, and steel define the urban landscape

Intense neon and fluorescent lights paint the scene in bright brash colors

That pulse with the heartbeat of the millions who live there

Yet she sat on the roof in the middle of it all, as alone as the moon that traveled overhead

Line (an acrostic conversation)

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“Last thing I plan on doing is dying”

“I guess it’s a a way to live your life, but it’s sort of weird though.”

“Nah. Everyone should live that way. Now that you know my master plan, what is yours?”

“Everything I can do to help you achieve your end goal.”

Cosy (a British acrostic poem)

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Cuddling underneath his fleece blankie he smiled

Outside the wind is shaking the windows wanting in

Sound of the crackling flames in the fireplace lull him almost to sleep

Yawning he shut off the TV.  He wanted to live in that moment forever.

Story (an acrostic poem)

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Solid pieces of imagination

That are forced into reality through the writer’s skill and anxiety

Order forged out of the chaos of emotions

Released into the world to live or die upon the whims of readers

Yet likely the author will mourn either way

Pony (an acrostic poem)

 

Purchasing the young horse was his first problem

Oh, and then there was finding a stable for it to live

Not even calculating the costs of feeding, veterinary help, and riding lessons

Yet the look on his six-year-old son’s face made it all worth it

 

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Grateful (an acrostic poem)

Giving thanks is an everyday event

Really it should be moment to moment

At least we set a day aside to remind us to do so

Tempering the hectic pace of life

Enabling friends and family a moment to pause

For every day is truly a gift, each sunrise a blessing

Until that sun doesn’t rise for you anymore

Long may you live and be …

 

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