Tempest (an acrostic poem)

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The look in his eyes forecast a storm of emotions about to hit

Everything to this point had been smooth sailing on calm seas

Mentioning her name, though, had brought a sudden change for the worse

Pushing himself up out of his chair, he leveled a finger

Everyone was quiet, waiting for the lightning bolt of his anger to strike

So when the finger went back down without a word, well everyone thought the worst had past

That’s when he took one step forward and a rain of fists poured down

Pencil (an acrostic poem)

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People say the pen is mightier than the sword

Except they are missing the point, the manually sharpened point

Now you could include mechanical versions, but that is such a lazy game

Can’t use all geometric aspects of the lead to create crisp lines to gentle shading

It is a uni-tasker, and as such fits more of the pen diatribe

Let’s admit it, all the power you need is located in a good No. 2…

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

Wonder (an acrostic poem)

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Whimsical pondering about how everything works

Observing the universe and attempting to understand the underpinnings

Never being settled with almost right, but wanting perfect information

Determining how everything began, how it will end, and everything in between

Except perfect information is not available, so instead we guess and see how close we get

Remembering when we get things wrong it becomes a starting point for something new

Envelope (an acrostic poem)

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Ever wonder what’s inside?

Not opening it, but imagining the contents.

Viewing it held up to the light to get a hint.

Everything telling you not to open it.

Laying it down on the desk you try to walk away

Only you can’t.

Pushing you to your breaking point until you give up and rip the seal

Everything changes in that moment.

Punk (an acrostic poem)

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Pushing society’s boundaries

Until it finds the breaking point

Never accepting being inside any box

Keeping the norm from becoming comfortable and helping it grow if it wants to or not.

Layers (an acrostic poem)

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Looking through sheet after sheet of code and information, trying to find his traces

As she peeled back the Tor “onion” server

Yielding few results from her computer forensic investigation

Everything was a matter of time, though

Ridding all traces of her initial hack of the system was well worth the effort

So the things she left behind would point an arrow only to him

Loop (an acrostic conversation)

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“Look, everything has a beginning and an ending”

“Oh, except the universe, or an eight, or a circle, or…”

“Okay, you made your point”

“Points are finite. That has a beginning and an ending”

Wipe (an acrostic poem)

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Washing her hands of the situation, she put away the cleaning supplies.

It was far past the point of no return, but it would still be proper to make things tidy

Perhaps she could even burn a candle to help with the smell.

Except the police would be here soon, so it was time to be off.

Drop (an acrostic poem)

Doesn’t know or care much where her tears may fall

Reaching that point where the pain becomes a baseline, a background

It grays out the world into a monochromatic morass

Punishing her one drop at a time