Hubris (an acrostic poem)

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He thought he knew exactly what to do

Until he found out the hardware wouldn’t work

Being too smart for his own good he whipped up something new

Realizing that was a wasted four hours because he had just simply wired the original backwards

It had worked all the time if he had just opened his eyes and slowed down

So much for a calm Sunday

Hovel (an acrostic poem)

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Home is home, but sometimes you just live in a place

Outside is allowed to get ragged, inside things are just left where they are

Vistas of unkept memories and mementos cast aside without a care

Eclipsing all hopes of doing something about it, to make it a livable space

Leaving you to wonder if it is just a condemned dwelling, or a wasted life

Bad Day (an acrostic poem)

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Bringing all she had to the table

Anne felt like it just wasn’t enough

Doomed to fail, and fail horribly

Didn’t miss the mark by much

And everything went catastrophically wrong

Yet she realized tomorrow was another chance to do something great

Replaced (an acrostic poem)

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Reading through the want ads looking for something to do.

Everyone wanted experience, and I haven’t done the time.

Perhaps in the past I would have lied and tried my best.

Learning what I could before I was given my parole.

And applying that knowledge to the next economic sentence.

Can’t believe no matter where I go, there I would chains waiting.

Eventually the robots will come and take all of it away.

Destroying our way of life and setting us free, but to do what?

Send (an acrostic poem)

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Signals of her desire radiated outward at the speed of emotion.

Even as dense as he was, he had to sense something.

Nodding, he seemed ready to speak.  She stepped closer, hopeful.

Don’t you know it he ran away instead?  Next time she was going to try semaphore!

Crab (an acrostic poem)

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Cuddly was not an adjective used to describe Timmy

Rarely was he not bellyaching or griping about something

And even though you would think he had a hard shell he was really a softy

Because of that people would just devour him when the season was right

Progress (an acrostic poem)

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Proof that you are moving forward can be hard to find

Realize that sometimes just not going backwards as fast is something

Or stay still as everyone around you marches somewhere you don’t want to go

Grieve when you need to grieve, that allow you to move forward

Rest when you are tired.  That allows you to move forward

Every step might feel like you are wading through a riptide

So much of life can be like that

Still, one step, then another, always trying.  That is how it works.  Give yourself credit for…

Ominous (an acrostic poem)

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Outside, the darkness was pierced by the full moon

Making the fallen leaves look hauntingly surreal

It was then we she heard the sound of something approaching

Nearer it got, the faster it seemed to be moving, the louder it became, the harder her heart beat

Old primal fears rose from the depths of her hindbrain.  She began to flee the sound

Undulating ground eventually caught her foot causing her to sprawl to the ground

Still, the sounds were getting closer, faster, louder.