Phone (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps the most antiquated name for such a modern device

Here is a pocket supercomputer

Or a way to send text messages around the globe in a blink of an eye

No one thinks its primary function is to hold a voice conversation anymore

Everyone keeps it on silent and never answers anyway

Speak (an acrostic poem)

 

Send your voice out into the world

Preach the truths that are on your heart

Embrace the things that make you, you

All I ask is that you let others take the floor

Know that their words need to be heard as well

 

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Shout (an acrostic poem)

Slipping my voice into projection mode

Heaving my words into the void

Ordering the world to pay attention to me

Understanding that I’m just adding to the cacophony

Though it does make me feel better   :>)

 

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Remote (an acrostic poem)

Reaching out without touching

Enabling change without moving

More inventions using voice were created

Only they paled at the ability to point and click

The universe of television opened up

Even when you didn’t have kids to change the channel

 

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Echoes (a 100 word story)

The parts taunted Ginger in Mr. Johnson’s voice as she stared at the pile.  Somewhere in there was the robot she envisioned, but it was up to her to tease out that idea.

She started picking up motors and wires, controllers and microprocessors.  One part after another got attached to the superstructure.  Coding commenced, and the motors sprang to life.

After a few hard weeks she was done.  What sat in front of her wasn’t exactly what she had in mind.  It was better because it was her creation.  Stick that in your face Mr. Johnson!  Girls can do engineering!

 

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Silence (a 100 word story)

The Silence snuck up on Deidre, and before she knew it, she was in its clutches.  She tried to speak up, but no one could hear her.  She tried to get anyone’s attention about her problem, but no one noticed.  No one seemed to care why the Silence picked her.

Years later she finally broke through, finding her voice once again.  By then no one wanted to believe what happened to her that had caused Silence to so viciously destroy her ability to communicate what had happened.

The Silence had won again and moved on to find its next victim.

 

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Carrot (an acrostic poem)

Couldn’t be easier really

Asking for help with her honey sweet come hither voice

Reaching out to make sure they knew what she wanted

Really it shouldn’t always work

Obvious they never opened up their eyes

Till she beat them to death with her large stick

 

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Whispers (an acrostic poem)

Waiting to hear your voice again

How is it I can’t remember it

I thought I would never be able to forget

Still I saved your last voicemail

Purposely so I would have at least one part of you with me

Even if it only said something about getting milk, you did say you loved me

Right now I would give anything to hear that again

Should have backed up my phone

 

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Wanting to Scream

Margret meandered down the hallway, not looking at anyone in particular, but trying to memorize how each face perceived her.  Her sudden head swings tried to take it all in, documenting for her future self how others looked into her eyes.  Couldn’t they see it?  It was right in front of them, but the pity she saw in those that would look into her eyes was so shallow that they would never find the depths where she hid her soul.  Margret wished she could just scream, but she knew no words would come out.  Everyone knew that about her.  Just when it was about to get too painful to bear, Christopher came around the corner.  He placed his muscular arm around her and began to guide her back to her room.  She began to cry silently as always.  Chris leaned in close.  “It’ll be okay,” he said to everyone watching the spectacle.  Soon they were back to her room, and Chris picked Margret up and placed her on her bed.  “It’ll be all better in a bit,” he said as he closed her door, staying in her room.  Margret tried to scream, but her voice betrayed her, just like Chris.