Really need to get a bigger apartment
Or get rid of half of the stuff
Okay, maybe three quarters of it all
Maybe the apartment isn’t the problem
Room (an acrostic poem)
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Hygge (an acrostic poem)
Hearth is happily crackling, telling a tale of mirth
Yielding a soft warm glow into the room
Gifting a cozy sense of calm and comfort
Grafting the coming season to your soul
Entombing negative feelings for another time, another place
Grand (an acrostic poem)
Greg knew how to make quite an entrance
Radiating the machismo that defined 70’s porn stars
Allowing the room to take in his exposed furry chest
Nobody ever forgot that sight, ever
Despite paying their therapist many many ….
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Top (an acrostic poem)
The room spun as he tried to stand up
Of all the nights, tonight was the night he had to drink the good stuff
Perhaps he should have allowed himself to bottom out instead
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Scents (an acrostic poem)
Something really smelled bad
Christine plugged her nose and entered her daughter Fiona’s room
Every piece of clothing had somehow escaped her closet and found its way to the floor
Not going to find the source of the stink in that mess she just closed the door
That’s why, when Fiona was told she had to clean before doing anything else…
She said, “That stinks!” No truer words were spoken.
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Silent (an acrostic poem)
She drifted to the back of the room
It just felt more comfortable being out of the spotlight
Liza didn’t like performing on demand
Even when she was paid for it she had such anxiety
Now allow her her quiet space and she blossomed
That was hard when you were master of ceremonies
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Awesome (an acrostic poem)
As I step on the pointiest Lego in the history of Lego
Wishing that I had amputated that limb so long ago
Every day I try to make sure the floor is empty, but I miss something
Still, I keep the light off as I work my way out of the room
Or I might wake her up, and that would be horrible
My foot hits another plastic caltrop and all I can scream in my head is
Everything is…..
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St. Patrick’s Day Drama (a 100 word story)
I found a pot of gold, but then the damn leprechaun mobsters began kicking my knees. No one tells you about that. Find the end of the rainbow they say, but no tells you to bring a Glock! I never stood a chance.
Now I have an empty cast iron pot that smells like cow manure and a single gold coin I managed to hide. Too bad it won’t pay for the emergency room visit for my bloody broken knees.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone! That is everyone except those damned leprechauns. They can go where the damn snakes went!
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Blend (an acrostic poem)
Black beans poured out of the roaster, their scent filling the small room
Looking at her handiwork, Livia scooped up a sample
Every bean was slightly cracked and glistened with flavorful oils
Now that she was done, it was time for her to get a drink
Doing this kind of work usually made her thirsty for some reason
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Cats (an acrostic poem)
Curious to a fault
Always the expert in the room
Tempted to prove gravity still works
Still has time for another nap
