Wish (an acrostic poem)

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What would I do if I found a genie in a bottle?

I would ask for three simple things.

Something that would make you smile, something to make you think, and something to give you peace.

Hope by you reading this some of it came true.

Muscles (an acrostic poem)

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Motivated to keep on moving

Until I can’t move anymore

Seems like a recipe for fitness

Could be, but that would mean the day after

Letting my body get its revenge

Every fiber letting me know what I did

So I sit here. sedentary, in a negotiated peace.

Split (an acrostic alliteration)

 

So all this preponderance of togetherness made Pete practically sick to his poor stomach

Pushing people away was what Pete was professional at

Leave him in a group of pleasantly participating people

It was doomed to pyrotechnics and pointless pugilism

Then he would peace out, professing he had to pee.

 

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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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Fresh Start (an acrostic poem)

Freedom to begin again greeted the Fox Battalion

Recent loses during the war had decimated their group

Even their commander, General Talli, had lost an arm and a leg

Still they had plenty of fight left in them

How could they not?  It was all any of them knew how to do.

 

Staring at the assembled battalion

Talli began her speech

Although peace has been costly, bought by spending many lives

Really the hard work now begins.  They think they don’t need us now

They are mistaken.”   Her troops fired their weapons into the air in response