Weight (an acrostic poem)

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What seemed so light moments before threatened to pull her down into the depths of despair

Every time it happened it took so much strength to try to pick up the pieces and try to move on

It was no use. She broke.

Giving way to the gravity of it all, she sunk to the floor

Her eyes teared up, the heavy drops of water falling

They were children!

Plunger (an acrostic poem)

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Penelope looked at her kids and shook her head

Loving them was usually so easy, even if they were little witches

Until they broke something.  This time it was the toilet

Now she needed to put on her rubber gloves and pull out her weapon of choice

Going into the bathroom, she stopped in her tracks for a second

Everything was covered!

Readying for her weapon, she battled the summoned demon back down the bowl and flushed.

Harp (an acrostic conversation)

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How much do I hate you?  Let me count the ways.”

As if you can complain.  I’m the best thing for you.”

Really?  That’s about as offkey of a response as I can imagine.”

Perhaps, but I am secure in my knowledge that I know how to pull your strings.”

Album (an acrostic poem)

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A collection of things that mean so much to the curator

Love wrapped in plastic and placed in a binder

Building the history of a lifetime one photo at a time

Until it is placed away on a shelf where it awaits the proper time

Meaning the time to pull it out when her first boyfriend visits

Heft (an acrostic poem)

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Heavy thoughts weighed her down

Entrapping here emotions in a depressive black hole

Finding herself unable to escape its impetuous gravitational pull

That was until she finally drank her coffee

Bang (an acrostic poem)

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Being able to pull the trigger had always been the question

All that training and education came down to this moment

Now it was time to execute or walk away

Given the thumbs up, she pushed the button, and the building imploded perfectly as she had planned

Still (an acrostic poem)

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Something about sitting down, eyes closed, not moving

The outside slows down and the inside opens up

It allows you to shed the pull of society’s hectic current

Letting you find a spot of calm that is at your core

Leaving you reenergized when you emerge from being…