Rail (an acrostic poem)

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Reaching from one horizon to the other

A pair of dull gray arms hug the hard-compacted earth underneath

Iron spikes cement the bond of their timeless relationship

Lasting valentine to the age of steam

Storm (an acrostic poem)

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Stabbing light slashed down from stone-gray clouds

The weather perfectly fit Patty’s mood as fat raindrops ravaged the arid soil

Outside nature threw one of her best temper tantrums

Reminding Patty of her last relationship when she finally broke it off

Men could be such whiners

Karma Conversation (a 200 word dialog)

“She’s the girl of my dreams.”

“You must be daft!  This is the girl who threw away your baseball card collection.”

“Yeah, she did do that.”

“And she was the one who made you get rid of your dog because she didn’t want the fur on her white carpet.”

“True.  She did do that.”

“She had to buy her Corvette which is why you that P.O.S. out in the parking lot.”

“P.O.S.?”

“Piece of”

“Ah, got it.  Yeah.  She does love that car.”

“And she stabbed you in the back by sleeping with your boss.  How can she be the girl of your dreams?”

“Oh, I meant nightmares.”

“Now that I can understand.  So tell me, why are you still with her?”

“I may have found the worst possible relationship, but that makes everything else seem so much better.  I can look at dropping out of college, working this crappy job, and realizing I’m not going to accomplish any of my childhood dreams and feel some sort of contentment.  It’s like I’m telling karma to go fuck off because I got this, so just hold my beer.”

“So let me see if I understand.  The sex is that good?”

“Yes.”

 

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Salty (an acrostic poem)

Spewing swearwords at his partner

A lively discussion deteriorated into a verbal brawl

Leaving their relationship listless on the brackish waters of their tears

To think how fast something so spicy had lost all flavor

Yet it now left a sour taste in his mouth

 

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Rejected (an acrostic poem)

Rarely was Perry at a loss for words

Everything came easy to him, sometimes too easy

Jumping from relationship to relationship, never overplaying his hand

Eventually he was going to make a mistake

Clarice was the one that got away

That’s what attracted him to her, that she pushed him away

Embarrassing him by pointing out he was not the perfect one for her

Damned if she was right, but it still hurt

 

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Forging a Relationship (a 200 word Valentine)

The forge glowed red hot, casting a hellish glow.  Kira pulled her quenched metal from the oil bath.  The piece blazed to life as residual oil ignited from the heat still encapsulated in the metal’s heart.  Kira had beaten that heart into the piece, using a piece of hers as the model.  She took a rasp and dragged it along the edge of the metal.  The rasp danced and so did Kira’s heart.  It was hard.

Later that evening she left the smithy behind and went in search of Pablo.  She knew her parents would love to have her marry the boy, but Kira wasn’t happy about it.   He was the baker’s boy, and while she thought he was cute he was a bit pudgy.

She found him entertaining his friends.  She hung back watching him while nervously shifting her metal creation in her hands.  That’s when she saw her opportunity.  With a flick of her wrist, she sent the disc flying, cutting Cupid’s bow in half as the imp had been aiming at her.

Cupid’s look would have broken many a heart, but Kira smiled.  She might still fall for the boy, but it would be under her terms.

 

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Almost Fell In Love (an acrostic poem)

At one time Riley thought he really cared for Tabitha

Little kisses snuck in when no one was looking

Making those goofy faces when they sent each other snaps

On the outside everything was perfect

Still, it was doomed to failure from the start

Too bad Tabitha was already married

 

Feelings were hurt when she wouldn’t leave her husband

Even after Riley had professed his feelings

Looking back it was probably all for the better

Leaving her husband would have put doubt in their relationship

 

It would have festered with Riley, wondering would she do it again

Never fully trusting her though he would try so hard

 

Little by little Tabitha and he grew apart

Only Jessica being there for him got him through it

Vixen that she was, she showed him what commitment could deliver

Eventually he grew to appreciate the wife he already had over the one he wanted

 

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Secrets (an acrostic poem)

Simple things were not always possible

Even when Thomas was the perfect one

Christine finished laying the bricks of the new outdoor fireplace

Rather than something small, she had decided to go massive

Everything had a place, including a water feature and cedar lined benches

Thomas would have loved it, but he had broken up with her yesterday

She hoped the cedar would hide the smell when he started to decay

An Ugly Affair

The twin stacks of paper weighed the table down under thousands of g’s of emotional weight.  Gary looked at the left one.  That one was the last will and testament of Charles Davis the senior, the recently deceased sausage king of Trenton, New Jersey.  The second was the divorce papers for Charles Davis the junior and his wife of twenty-four years Gwen Davis, soon to be Gwen Paris.  Gary had crafted hundreds of both types of documents during his time as a family practice lawyer, but never had to deliver both in the same day.

The door to his office opened up and his secretary, Janice, poked her silver haired head in.  “Ms. Davis is here,” Janice said.  “Where would you like me to seat her?”

Gary looked at those two stacks of paper and shook his head.  “Might as well bring her in here,” he replied.  “Make sure to let Charley in as soon as he gets here.”

Janice nodded.  “Will do,” she said as she pulled her head back outside his door.

A moment later Gwen marched through the door.  The black dress she wore might have been something one would wear to a nightclub, but on Gwen it took on aspects of a suit of armor.  She cowered behind it as she took the seat Gary pointed out for her.

Gary looked at those piles of papers again.  “Look, Gwen.  I should recues myself from this.  I…”

“That will not be a problem,” Gwen said, cutting Gary off at the verbal legs.  “After these past few weeks I would like to keep this amongst us.  I trust I will not have to worry about your professional integrity, or will I?”

Gary shook his head and stared at those documents.  “No,” he said.

The room was silent for what seemed like thirty minutes, but was really closer to three until Charles came through the door.  Charles was in his usual suit and tie, but he was disheveled and the smell of whiskey softly permeated the room.  He gave Gary a weak smile and shrug of the shoulders.  “Sorry about that,” Charles said.  He took off the suit coat and hung it on the coat rack.  “I was toasting Dad with the guys from the plant.  I got a bit too into it and almost forgot.”

Gwen folded her arms and looked down her nose at Charles as she looked up at him.  “Memory problems?” she asked.  “Sounds typical.”

Charles looked at Gwen at turned red.  “Yeah, well I got here, so let’s get this crap over with,” Charles said.  He then looked back to Gary.  “I don’t mean you do crap.  It’s just this'” he gestured at Gwen, “is never going to go well.”

Gwen gave a short staccato laugh.  “You should have thought about that before picking your grave.  Now you get to lay in it,” she said.

Charles flinched, and his eyes began to water.  “That’s the Gwen I know.  Full of finesse and tact,” Charles sneered.  “Want to go spit on the old man’s grave stone?”

“No, only yours,” Gwen replied as the temperature of the conversation dropped by fifty degrees.  “Your father was a gentleman, unlike his pathetic two timing son.  What about you Gary?”

“Look guys, I think this is a bad idea,” Gary said.  “I really need to recues myself.  I could lose my license to practice over this.”

Gwen snapped her eyes to Gary’s and he felt them boring into his soul.  “We already discussed this.  I am not going to talk to some stranger about my personal business.  You owe me at least that much dignity.”

Charles took the other seat in the office.  “You’re Dad’s executor.  You need to at least do the will.”

Gary pointed at the pile of papers representing the last will and testament of Charles senior.  Without that damn thing Gary wouldn’t be in the trouble he was in.  Of course that wasn’t true, it was his own foolishness.  Still he had to figure out a way to get out of this.  “I can ask a different partner to adjudicate the will,” Gary said.  He turned to Gwen.  “They can use the documents I’ve drafted.  You won’t have to talk to anyone except the judge when it gets to court.  Your dignity will be intact.”

Gwen shook her head no.  “We do both here.  Now get started.  You are wasting my time,” Gwen said.  Gary looked over to Charles from some help, but Gwen cut in, “Unless the two of you need a moment alone.”

Charles was about to explode, but Gary cut him off with a look.  Charles went from pissed to bemused in less time it took Gary’s heart to skip a beat when he realized saw he had lost more than he had expected.

Gary pointed at the pile on the left.   “Okay, first the will,” Gary said.

 

 

 

Two hours of hell later, Gwen walked to the door.  She paused before opening it.  “I expect my copies of the documents by the end of the week, and I want my part of the trust to be available in a month.  I have some travel planned.”

Gary put his hand up.  “I can’t get things through that quickly,” he said.  “I can’t promise that.”

“You moved pretty fast when you had the proper motivation,” Gwen said.  “Make it happen.”  She then left the room, the door slamming closed the final punctuation mark to end the conversation.

“Btich!” Charles exclaimed.  “Now you see why I did it.  She is such an ice queen.”

“That’s the reason you did it?” asked Gary.  “Really?”

“What, wait what’s wrong with you?” Charles asked.

Gary shook his head.  Too bad he didn’t use that part of his body more often lately.  “It was all about getting back at her, wasn’t it?” Gary asked.

“Don’t you go all girly on me,” Charles said.  “Not you too.”  Charles got up and swept the papers and books off of Gary’s desk.  “Not you too.”

Gary looked at the contents of his desk on the floor.  “One dumb move after another.  He got up from his desk and headed to the coat rack.  “What are you doing?” asked Charles.

Gary took Charles’ coat off the rack and held it out to him.  “It’s time for you to go.  I’ll send a courier over with your copies,” Gary said.

Charles took the coat from Gary.  “Look, I didn’t say it right.  I’m sorry.  Please come over.”

Gary opened the door.  “You are sorry, but not about us,” Gary said.  “I was stupid for falling for you in the first place.”

Charles flipped Gary the bird.  “We could have been something,” Charles said as he stormed out of the office.

Gary closed the door slowly.  “Yeah, but I would have been Gwen.”