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…

Tired (an acrostic poem)

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The lack of sleep kept mounting

It became a load that was difficult to carry

Reaching a tipping point where it was impossible to keep their eyes open

Everything stopped while they sunk into unconsciousness

Dreaming of trying to go to sleep…

Hunted (an acrostic poem)

He stalked his prey

Until it tired, letting him get close

Now he was ready to make the final strike

To claim her as his trophy

Emboldened as he struck out, but he suddenly realized he had been wrong

Didn’t get to see her triumphant smile with his lifeless eyes

 

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Zzz (an acrostic poem)

Zany hijinks left Harold so tired

Zipping up his sleeping bag he settled down for a good sleep under the sky

Zero sleeps  were to be had since it started to pour and he didn’t have a tent

 

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And The Band Played On (an acrostic poem)

Anthony didn’t know what to expect

Nights could be quiet, but this one?

Dude!  Everyone was just wigging out.

 

The downtown nightclub, Tulane’s, burnt to the ground

He heard through the grapevine it was started by someone with a bong and a blowtorch

Everyone knows you don’t combine the two

 

But after the party moved on, there was a brawl at The Green Goddess.

Anthony had been on that call

Needed to bust a few drunken asses to get that mess sorted out

Detox was going to be busy till morning

 

People kept the crazy going even then

Leaving everyone on the night shift, including Anthony, very tired and cranky

Anthony thought once again about that parole job and wondered if he should bid on it

Yet he loved being a police officer

Every day he got to keep people safe, even when they behaved like animals

Deep down he knew he would miss it the minute he left

 

Over the radio another call came in, a robbery at a gas station

Never a dull moment, but there was always hope for a break later

 

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Stubborn Driving

For this reddit prompt I was tasked to write a story that started with a ten word sentence and continued with a sentence one word less in consecutive ones.  The goal was to come up with something that would fit this structure.  How did I do?


 

I am almost home, but I am so very sleepy.

I need to keep my eyes open to drive.

Windows down, twenty degree air in my face

Teeth chattering to the blaring radio’s beat

Still my eyes threaten to close.

The view changes between blinks

But I don’t stop

I’ll be fine.

I think

Crash!