Punish (an acrostic poem)

Image: microstockman.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/Rock-Face-Texture-1.jpg

Pushing her body to breaking never helped anyone

Unless you were talking about her guilt

Now she was here and wondered if this time she had gone too far

It seemed to make sense in the heat of the moment

So now hanging on this rockface fifty feet up and her strength giving out, she wondered

How did eating a single extra Oreo do this to her?

Sorry (an acrostic poem)

Image: images.everydayhealth.com/images/emotional-health/be-sorry-be-healthy-722×406.jpg

So, obviously I have not been posting that much to my blog lately

Oh believe me, I wanted to keep publishing every day, but I had my reasons

Reason one, my professional life has demanded more of my time

Reason two, I needed to get a bunch of stuff done around my house

Yet the time is coming where I will return.  Thank you, and please keep checking in

Travel (an acrostic poem)

Image: pointofview.net/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/Jail-Cell-Bars.jpg

The ability to go where you want when you want was so curtailed

Reduced to going to and fro between rooms in your own place

And that was a dream luxury if you lived a studio apartment

Viewing those same four walls every day, day in, day out, hour after hour

Eventually even the strongest of will would start to feel incarcerated

Leaving one to make marks on the wall to mark doing your COVID time

Wise (an acrostic poem)

person holding gray twist pen and white printer paper on brown wooden table

Words tumbled from his fingers and pooled upon the page

Irrigating the fertile ground allowing new thoughts to take root

Slowly those ideas grow tall and strong, awaiting harvest

Examining his crop, he began harvesting those who’s time had come and pruning the rest

Tribe (an acrostic poem)

Image: interculturalist.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/intercultural-friends.jpg

They were always looking for a place to settle down in

Running was so tiring, and the souls of their shoes were getting holey

It would start with that awkward silence that announced the countdown to launch

But this time there was no moment of quiet in the cacophony of laughter

Everyone deserves to find where their weird is the normal, and that’s how they knew they found their people, their…

Punch (an acrostic poem)

Image: altoona.psu.edu/sites/altoona/files/styles/photo_gallery_large/public/257008572-new-africa-boxing-gloves.jpg

Pushing lead to shoving that escalated from there

Until both idiots were doing a full on scuffle

Now normally I would call for the police to put an end to the altercation

Couldn’t this time, though, since they were two off duty boys in blue

How they explained the black eyes on Monday was going to be interesting

Replaced (an acrostic poem)

Image: santeehistoricalsociety.org/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/help-transparent-wanted-1-1024×537.png

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?

Exit (an acrostic poem)

Image: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/74/PublicInformationSymbol_EmergencyExit.svg/1200px-PublicInformationSymbol_EmergencyExit.svg.png

Every nerve in her body screamed get the hell out!

Xenon lights flashing DANGER filled her subconscious.

It was time to get up and get out EXCEPT her boy was in there somewhere.

That’s why she gripped her sword tighter as she threw open the door.

Impossible (an acrostic poem)

Image: tcnorth.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/A50D43AB-1D9F-4044-B30E-6D43C0C622B4.jpeg

It might look like things are at their darkest.

Makes picking up your burdens and trying again seems pointless.

Perhaps even preposterous.

Oh, don’t lose faith in yourself.

So many things are doable once you put your mind to it.

Strive to find little successes and chain them in a row.

It matters seeing those breadcrumbs of progress.

Believe that you can climb out of the dark depths.

Lift yourself one bit at a time.

Eventually you will feel the sun of triumph on your face.