Nocturnal (an acrostic poem)

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Nighttime was when he was awake and alive

Observing his domain as he prowled the streets

Citizens were happily in their beds now

They were dreaming dreams of a light-filled world

Under which people like him were just fragments of lore

Real-world boogeymen who cleaned up society’s messes

Now that suited him just fine

As he enjoyed the peace and quiet of owning the blacktop

Lifting another trashcan, he deposited the contents in the back of the truck before moving on

Plastic (an acrostic poem)

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Pliable emotions allowed them to bend and not break

Letting the couple withstand so many of life’s issues

And it also let their souls meld into a perfect fit with each other

So it was no surprise to those around that as their features morphed by time’s hands

That it didn’t make a difference to the beauty they saw in each other

It was inspirational to view, to feel

Can something like that be recycled for the betterment of society?

Prince (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps one day I will be a king

Reaching up and placing the crown on my own head

It would be then where I fulfill my destiny

Never looking back, I would break down barriers and shatter glass ceilings

Creating new norms that would create a more equitable society

Even though some may call me queen, my breasts won’t define me!

Best (an acrostic poem)

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Being top dog was what she had strived for all her life

Except now she wondered about what the pole position cost her

So she decided that being number one in society wasn’t that important

That being amazing at being herself was worth the real blue ribbon

Help (an acrostic poem)

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Heroes wielding swords and rescuing damsels in distress were in short supply at Walmart so…

Emily decided that it was time for her to grab her own murder instrument and show the world

Life and society thought she didn’t have what it took to get things done, that she needed a savior

Perhaps they should have thought twice before she began her rampage.  Now those idiots needed…

Still (an acrostic poem)

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Something about sitting down, eyes closed, not moving

The outside slows down and the inside opens up

It allows you to shed the pull of society’s hectic current

Letting you find a spot of calm that is at your core

Leaving you reenergized when you emerge from being…

Weed (an acrostic poem)

When you burst through the cracks of society

Everyone thinks you need to be pruned back

Everything must go back to the “good old days”

Don’t let them tread on you.  Grow strong and bloom.  Let your beauty shine!

 

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The Blacktop Desert

Daryl walked along the blacktop desert and wondered how society had gotten to this point.  The pavement pitted and crumbled in the relentlessly pounding sun and wind.  The melted buildings in the distance were a testament of what had happened in the distant past.  Daryl always enjoyed imagining what had happened all those years before.  It didn’t really matter though, because this was now reality, and it was the place her and her children now lived.

Daryl looked over her shoulder and noticed someone was following her.  Daryl stopped and turned to face the stalker.  Daryl held her shotgun firmly in two hands, a small smile just peeking out from under the breathing mask.  The person dressed all in faded, blotchy black slowed down and stopped a respectable distance away.  “Sorry madam,” the stranger said holding his hands in the air, “but I was wondering if you happen to have some food to spare.”

Daryl slowly reached into her belt and grabbed out a small rat she had caught and dried just recently.  She tossed it to the stranger.  “Here you go,” she said.  “Take it and leave me alone.”

The stranger agilely caught the rat with one hand.  “You are mighty generous,” the stranger said.  “Does that mean you have a surplus around here?”

Daryl shook her head.  “I believe in following the rule of help when you can.  If you do you will be rewarded,” she said.

“You are truly a generous soul,” the stranger said.  The stranger bowed deeply at the waist.

Daryl watched closely and noticed the stranger mess with the tops of his boots.  As the stranger stood up suddenly, Daryl gave another gift, two barrels blazing.  The stranger fell backward as twin knives the stranger had threw sailed to either side of Daryl.  Daryl closed the distance and quickly put one more shot in the stranger’s head.

Daryl pawed through the stranger’s pockets and removed their contents.  A few more knives, some medical herbs, and bits and pieces of local currency quickly made their way into her backpack.  She also took back the rat and began carving up the corpse.  “Like I said,” said Daryl, “I did good, and now I’m rewarded.  My kids won’t have to eat rat tonight.”

She shoved the best cuts into her backpack and continued to walk along.  She chewed on the stranger’s pinky as she contemplated how society had gotten to this point.