Sign (an acrostic poem)

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So, he looked for hidden meanings in everything around him

It made him paranoid he might miss something that would lead to a preventable catastrophe

Going through life on tiptoe meant that finding anything underfoot caused him to lose mental balance

Now if he only saw that earlier, he might have enjoyed what that foretold

Drug (an acrostic poem)

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Don’t think I can get enough of you

Racing through my veins and making my heart beat hard and fast

Until I feel I might explode from the feeling of pure bliss

Grinning, I whisper into your ear, “Give me another hit.”

Smooth (an acrostic poem)

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Sometimes she didn’t know they were recording the conversation

Might have been a problem for a lot of people, but not for her

Others would hem and haw and stutter, but she was concise and clear

Others would say things they didn’t mean or didn’t want others to hear, she was honest and

That’s why she was happy the whole thing went to court

Here they would what she said in her own voice, and that voice said, “No.”

Cocktails (an acrostic poem)

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Can’t figure out which flavor of Daquiri she wanted

Of course there was the Classic Martini, or one of a hundred permutations

Can’t forget the Old Fashioned, but she thought she wanted something newer

Kicking back a Whiskey Sour might put a nice pucker on her lips

Though maybe some bubbles with a Moscow Mule

Ah, or going tropical and hit up a Mai Tai

If not perhaps a Sloe Gin Fizz would hit the nostalgic spot, but not tonight

Leading her to decide on a Rum and Coke since sometimes simple is better

She was sad when her drink disappeared after she misplaced it moments later.

Grip (an acrostic poem)

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Giving up and letting go of reality

Realizing being delusional is so much easier to cope

If you think about it, though, that is so scary to do

Perhaps It might be better to hold on for dear life

Gear (an acrostic poem)

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Grabbing all the bits and bobs he might need for creation

Everything, of course, except the right batteries

And once it was together, he had no way to test it

Reaching for some wires he hot glued them onto the wrong batteries and voila!

*Do not try this. I am not condoning this. Even though it might work.

Mist (an acrostic poem)

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Most of the time the future was pretty clear for her

It might not be the most exciting or glamorous, but it was predictable, just the way she wanted

So imagine her surprise when things started being murky

The fog descended on her future, and she was so scared she never took another step.

Wart (an acrostic conversation)

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What’s that at the end of your nose?”

Ah, that’s a wee bit of nothin’.”

Really now? I think you might be one of them thar witches.”

That’s so stereotypical, you bigot. Keep that up and I’ll turn you into a newt!”

Starlight (an acrostic poem)

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Stars send speeding photons flying through the nothingness

To land blissfully on my eyes as I look heavenward

Awestruck at the age of the light that graced me

Realizing a small chunk of ancient history

Looking at a place that might not exist anymore

It causes me to pause, wondering what I am casting into the void around me

Giving life to something that will outlast my stay in this universe

Hoping that someone will gaze upon that something and be inspired

To create their own light and cast it into the unknown