Blue (an acrostic poem)

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Being depressed on a day where light rains down from a robin’s egg sky

Leaves her wanting to curse up and down for feeling blah on such a perfect day

Ultimately, she goes to her safe space, puts on some B.B. King, and curls up in a ball

Enveloped in her azure blanket, she lets loose her own rain

Mask (an acrostic poem)

 

May your true self always be hidden from prying eyes

As you go about your daily life

Simplifies things like emotional attachments

Keeping everyone distant and you, safe.

 

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Adventure (an acrostic poem)

 

As you sally forth into your day

Do you practice safe socialization?

Verify sane hand sanitation?

Ensure quarantine if feeling ill?

Now if we all partake this journey together

Then the fellowship will succeed and the foe will be vanquished

Unless we show weakness in solidarity

Releasing the hordes of invaders onto the vulnerable of our clan

Everyone wants to be the hero.  Now is your time!

 

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Anxiety (an acrostic poem)

Anxiously, she slowly opened the valve

Nicki held her breath as the cell began to fill

Xenon gas soon displaced the oxygen

It supposedly made the experiment safe

Everything in her soul screamed that something was wrong

That’s when she heard a tink sound

Yelling she threw herself to the floor, but nothing happened

 

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Snowday (an acrostic poem)

Shivering, watching the ice crystals dance

No way I was going outside in that

Ordinarily, the precipitation wouldn’t be that bad

What was bad was the bundled cold with it

Deathly wind chill well below what was safe

And so I will sit here by the fire

Yet I know soon the white stuff will need to be shoveled

 

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And The Band Played On (an acrostic poem)

Anthony didn’t know what to expect

Nights could be quiet, but this one?

Dude!  Everyone was just wigging out.

 

The downtown nightclub, Tulane’s, burnt to the ground

He heard through the grapevine it was started by someone with a bong and a blowtorch

Everyone knows you don’t combine the two

 

But after the party moved on, there was a brawl at The Green Goddess.

Anthony had been on that call

Needed to bust a few drunken asses to get that mess sorted out

Detox was going to be busy till morning

 

People kept the crazy going even then

Leaving everyone on the night shift, including Anthony, very tired and cranky

Anthony thought once again about that parole job and wondered if he should bid on it

Yet he loved being a police officer

Every day he got to keep people safe, even when they behaved like animals

Deep down he knew he would miss it the minute he left

 

Over the radio another call came in, a robbery at a gas station

Never a dull moment, but there was always hope for a break later

 

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Deftly (an acrostic poem)

Dexterously Susan picked the lock on Brad’s safe

Easing out the jewels and money, she finally located the flash drive

Fitting it her reader she soon had everything copied

Then she encrypted the originals and put everything back as it was

Yielding herself a small smile, she wandered back to the party.  She deserved that drink