Across (an acrostic poem)

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Always there was a distance between them.

Could be living on different coasts, but it wasn’t.

Really it happened even when they were in the same room.

Oh, if they could just figure out a way to cross the gap

Such that all their dreams could come true.

So it was a tragedy when they settled for the next best thing.

Hygge (an acrostic poem)

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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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