Near (an acrostic poem)

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Never was he farther away physically from her

Every day he felt that emptiness when he woke up

And no matter how many times he got to call her, it was never enough

Reaching his decision, he booked his flight.  Money is great, but being there was priceless

Tide (an acrostic poem)

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These times she felt like she was being washed out to sea

It caused her to panic and thrash erratically

Diving in, her wife swam out to meet and support her

Emerging from the ocean of troubles she dried her off with her love

Replace (an acrostic poem)

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Realizing there are times when you are broken inside

Everything just rattles around and you feel the stabbing of the sharp pieces

Putting that back together would be difficult if not impossible

Leaving what would be left is an incomplete you

As some of the parts would be lost or the edges rounded to leave gaps

Covered with tape and superglue.  Looking in the mirror you don’t recognize your own soul

Embrace a new chance, a new hope, a new you and let the rubble be recycled

Habits (an acrostic poem)

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How many times can you do the same thing

And do you get the wanted dopamine hit for each?

Bet it is a series of diminishing returns

It should make you want to do it even less

That would be nice, but no, you crave want more

So you do it again, well, because…

Massage (an acrostic poem)

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Manipulating the data to make it relax

And at the same time stimulate the viewer to see the answers contained within

So, it should come to no surprise that, at times, the data might be stretched too far

Snapping off the meaning from the numbers

And creating a new thesis from the ether

Giving a new discourse that never even had a whisper

Exist in the original census of the world

The Lesson (an 100 word story)

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Under a gloomy gray sky, she looked at the shattered pieces of her life strewn at her bleeding feet.  She stood there dumbfounded.  Everything was gone in mere moments!  She cried and almost just gave up, but…

Time kept moving.

Tears dried.

The sun crept out from behind the clouds.

She grabbed a broom and began to clean up the mess that had been her life and threw it away.  She kept a couple of small pieces to remind herself of the before times.  She then made a cup of tea and looked at the horizon.

The phoenix watched and learned.

Glue (an acrostic poem)

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Given how attached he was to her, how he loved her

Letting her go never entered his mind.  He wanted to be with her at all times

Under that notion, he physically stuck himself to her

Eventually, his mommy got the cat away from him, but not after lots of scratches.  Love was hard.

Pass (an acrostic poem)

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Persevering when times get tough is necessary to succeed.

And everyone knows, doing the same thing and expecting different results is insanity.

So, does that mean to be successful you need to be more than a bit touched?

See, it’s leaps in logic like that that show how I almost failed philosophy class.

The Talk (an acrostic conversation)

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There are times when a boy and a girl love each other.

Hey Dad, you don’t need to go there.

Every dad has to.  It’s an oath we give at the hospital before taking you home.

They were lying to you, Dad.  I’m all set.

And how would you know you are all set?

Look, do you want me to tell you what I know?

Kill me now!

Transport (an acrostic poem)

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There were times he just wanted to get away

Race from wherever he was to someplace new

A place where no one knew him

No way that was going to happen now

So many things had happened over the past few years

People recognized him everywhere

Only if he could go back to being a nobody would he be truly happy

Reaching for his wine glass he raised a toast to himself

That’s what you get when you figure out the path to making it big