Lottery (an acrostic poem)

Living day to day, depending on his luck for sustenance

Orbiting his need for money and his need to be creative

The two pulling in opposite directions, their tidal forces ripping him apart

Today was a day where art and hunger went hand in hand as he painted

Every ounce of his imagination was placed on the canvas stroke by stroke

Revealing a mixture of magic and his soul, bound in sweat and paint

Yet it didn’t sell, leaving him destitute and feeling like he lost at life

Lost (an acrostic poem)

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Looking for a way out of this intellectual maze

Oblivious to all the obstacles I have never thought of before this very moment

Stumbling along the bones of those ideas that died trying previous attempts to flee

The search continued, but upon reflection, I was always hopelessly …

Clogged (an acrostic poem)

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Clutter rampaged across his mental landscape

Leaving a mess of chaos that scrambled his thoughts

Old ideas mixed with current observations and new connections

Giving him no chance to respond to her questions

Grimacing all he could do was shrug his shoulders

Everything he wanted to say tried to come out at the same time, allowing nothing to escape his lips

Distraught, he knew that job opportunity was lost

Forget (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing on what memories she had left

Organizing them in some sort of mental filing cabinet

Realizing later that she had lost the keys to those drawers

Giving her so much less to attach her to this existence

Everything that was her softly faded out, lost to everyone

The fact that she was still alive was little consolation

Find (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing on what he had lost stole all his spare time and consumed his happiness.

It left him starved for the nourishment that was “The Before”.

Now that she had come into his life, all that was scrambled.

Didn’t get back any spare time, but he was stuffed with happiness

Replace (an acrostic poem)

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Realizing there are times when you are broken inside

Everything just rattles around and you feel the stabbing of the sharp pieces

Putting that back together would be difficult if not impossible

Leaving what would be left is an incomplete you

As some of the parts would be lost or the edges rounded to leave gaps

Covered with tape and superglue.  Looking in the mirror you don’t recognize your own soul

Embrace a new chance, a new hope, a new you and let the rubble be recycled

Tiny (an acrostic poem)

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The enormity of the situation was not lost on Joy.

It made everyone around her pause and take notice of how bad it was getting

Nothing in her life had prepared her for what was to come

Yet the feel of her baby daughter’s hand wrapped around her finger gave her hope.

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!”

Raise (an acrostic poem)

 

Remembering all that has been lost

As well as all that we have gained

It is times like these that balance looking forward and back

Seeing this particular snapshot in each of our lives

Entices us to lift our glasses in a toast.  Here’s to you, my reader.

 

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