Comic (an acrostic poem)

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Creating sagas out of pictures and words

Organized in windowed snapshots of time

Manipulating sounds silently through POW and SNIKT

It is an artform consumed by young and old

Capturing the human condition with characters who are more than that

Sorry x2 (an acrostic poem)

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So, I haven’t posted here for a couple of days

Of course, I hate when that happens

Really, I wanted to post, but I was burning the candle at both ends

Reaching a point where the words would not come

You can be assured I am sorry and will try to do better in the future.

And now a bonus poem/story…

She wanted to tell him she had been wrong in what she did

Or maybe not quite wrong, but maybe more mistaken

Reaching out, she cupped his cold face with her hands

Ready to finally apologize for what she had done

Yet she couldn’t though since he was already dead

Curse (an acrostic poem)

Can’t believe just because I decided to have a bit of fun with this Russian chick that I’m now here

Under the full moon we made out for a while, and everything was cool till she invited me to her place

Really should have said no, but she was like too hot, so I went to her house

So that’s when it got really weird.  Her house had feet.  Chicken feet! I told her she was too freaky for me

Everything happened so quickly.  She took offense, and needless to say, now I’m the one with damn chicken feet!

Split (an acrostic poem)

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So they planned to divide the bounty equally once they opened this chest

Pirates they may be, but they didn’t try to screw each other over, usually

Lust for gold was tempered by what the others would do if they found out

It surprised them all when they opened the chest, and nothing was there.

That’s when the guns and swords came out…

Franks (an acrostic very short story)

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Filling his hotdog bun with condiments,

Randy showed his date his brilliant idea.

As you can see, put all the stuff underneath, lubricating sides and bottom

Now you can’t drop anything out once you slip your wiener in,” he said.

Know what?  This date is over,” she replied as she stomped off. 

She left him holding his meatless bun.

Stern (an acrostic poem)

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Somebody should have known better

That would have prevented the switch from coming out

Everyone wanted to run and hide

Run and hope someone else would take the beating

Not that any of them had real hope.  One look at her face made that disappear

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 …

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.