Sweat (an acrostic poem)

Sopping wet shirt dripped onto the sun-dried ground

Working through the pain in her muscles, Lynn pushed harder

Every turn of the pedals carried her farther

Already she had gone farther, faster than she ever had before

This was just the beginning, but now she needed to hydrate

 

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Push (an acrostic poem) part 1

Penny jogged down the block, her iPhone drowning out the world

Under all that workout sweat her blood ran cold

Someone had left a note explaining what she had to do to not be exposed

Her job was now to decide to murder or be murdered

 

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Spicy (an acrostic poem)

She was so hot just sitting there

Piquant personality bubbling out of her

It made his head sweat just thinking of talking to her

Could he handle the heat?

Yet he knew he couldn’t resist the burn

 

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Exposed (an acrostic poem)

Everyone was playing so well, but now it was time to crescendo

Xylophone mallets at the ready, Bob waited for his cue for his first ever solo

Practically tasting the increase in intensity, Bob’s hands started to sweat

Only Bob didn’t dare dry them, he just concentrated on not letting them slip

Suddenly it was time for Bob to play.  He swung the mallets downward

Everything slowed down as Bob watched it all go so wrong

Down went the poleaxed conductor, and so ended Bob’s career

 

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Ambush (an acrostic poem) Arise part 3

As Sarah followed the scent, she felt the tension rising

Muscles knotted as she almost slithered through the brush

Briers pulled at her short hair.  She could feel sweat in small cuts

Using a small bush as a place to rest, she got her breathing under control

She looked back for the two others that had followed her

Her sweat turned cold when she felt a metal pressed against her neck

 

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Helpless (an acrostic poem)

Hurrying down the dimly lit hallway, Chronus kept his mace handy.

Every step he took brought him closer to the dragon

Listening in between breathes, Chronus tried to locate the beast

Perspiration dripped into his eyes, stinging him and causing his vision to blur

Laughter boomed through the space causing Chronus to doubt why he came here

Especially since he didn’t stand a chance to win

Still he let loose a roar as he charged in the direction of the laughter

Sometimes you had to accept your fate

Here’s To You (a 100 word soliloquy)

Sometimes I have to open a cold one, sit on my porch, and watch the entropy of the universe increase.  People every day try to bring order to the ever increasing chaos that is life.  That energy has to come from the blood, sweat, and tears of people who care.  All that energy is consumed, making a small bubble of stability, but adds to the randomness overall.  We all are fighting a losing battle, no matter what we do, and how much we want it to be different.  So I offer a toast.   Here’s to you, entropy.  Here’s to you.