Funny (an acrostic poem)

Furiously looking for the punchline

Underneath the dross of reality

Nothing there could tease an honest chuckle out of his lips

Nothing warmed his shivering cold soul

Yet his comedy gave the world what he could never have

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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Rift (an acrostic poem)

Rending the curtain between worlds

Isabella shivered with anticipation

Fortune and fame awaited her

Then her ex-husband would be unhappy he left her for that waitress

 

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Drugged (an acrostic poem)

Didn’t know I was so addicted

Reality breaks without you

Until I am huddled in my bed shivering from withdrawal

Give me another hit

Get my engine running again

End this horrible feeling I have in my soul

Don’t ever leave me again, sweety

 

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