Don’t do it
Every piece of you might want to
Nope, not going to give in
You don’t need that chocolate (And then I ate it.)
Deny (an acrostic poem)
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Slice (an acrostic poem)
She held the knife in two hands like a samurai sword.
Looking at the watermelon, her sworn enemy, she bowed her head.
It was going to be a battle to the death, but she didn’t feel like dying tonight!
Cutting deftly, the watermelon never had a chance and soon it was bleeding chunks on her counter.
Extremely happy with herself, she popped a piece in her mouth and spit out the seeds.
Greedy (an acrostic poem)
Give me it all! I won’t leave anything behind.
Really, I am going to horde it all
Every single piece I can get my hands on
Everyone else might think that is obsessive
Doesn’t stop me, I think they’re just jealous
You think others really need chocolate? Nope, it’s all mine!
Stitch (an acrostic poem)
Systematic suturing of her emotional wounds
The pain of sewing the gash to her psyche was almost unbearable
It continued to throb years later, but the echoes of the horrific laceration kept getting weaker
They left the itch of wanting to see if she had healed enough yet
Cutting loose and pulling out each piece of mental floss
Her battle scar, now exposed, made her proud of not only surviving but healing
Festival (an acrostic poem)
Feasting on some tasty thigh meat
Ernie thought this celebration during Yuletide was the best
As there were so many yummy dishes to choose from
The more unusual the better, of course, to a gastronome like himself
It was for this particular moment that he wrote that silly repetitious song so long ago
Vivid imagery that was in the song focused on each of the dozen dishes that he now partook
And it always made him laugh when he crossed the Veil and heard one of the meat sacks sing it
Lifting another hunk of milkmaid on top of his piece drummer, he hummed “five golden rings…”
Mail (an acrostic poem)
Marking a real piece of paper with her thoughts and fears
And sending it to her love, who was across the sea
It took so long for it to get him
Letting the seed of hope she planted inside those words time to grow.
Post (an acrostic poem)
Putting a piece of yourself out into the digital world
Organizing a public persona that the private one hides behind
Still, some of the private part leaks through the online words and pictures
That’s the good/bad of social media.
Wonder (an acrostic poem)
Watch the way the world unfolds around you.
One thing leading to another in a vast circle of reality.
Notice how each piece is interlinked with so many other pieces.
Down to the knowledge that a star had to die to create the matter that makes you.
Ever sit there and just contemplate all that?
Realize that that feeling of awe is as normal as breathing, that you are a …
Award (an acrostic conversation)
“As I give you this certificate of competition, do you have anything to say?”
“What? Are you saying I won?”
“And why would you think that? You’re score placed you dead last”
“Right, but I still get a trophy? You know, for giving it my best shot.”
“Don’t be silly. Trophies are for winners. You get a piece of paper with your name misspelled on it.”
Crispy (an acrostic poem)
Crunching on this piece of Nashville hot fried chicken
Relishing in the heat and texture dancing in my mouth
It is a spiritual experience to be sure
So much noise and so much spice
Perhaps I should have gotten that milkshake after all
Yeppers, as my mouth begins to erupt, yes, I should have
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