Clan (an acrostic poem)

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Couldn’t wait to find out what a tartan was, he decided to visit Europe
Leaving New Jersey, he traveled to Scotland
And promised himself he would get a kilt of it as soon as he knew which pattern was the right one
Not understanding that they didn’t have tartans for Americans

Stone (an acrostic conversation)

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Some heavy rocks you’ve got there.”

Thanks, I’ve been growing them all my life.”

Okay… growing rocks? Never heard of that.”

No kidding?  It’s all the rage.  Ever heard of Stonehenge?”

Everyone has… Wait, now that makes sense!”

Thrill (an acrostic poem)

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That first time my lips grazed yours

How my world changed forever

Racing hearts beating together

It left me dizzy and short of breath

Let me tell you, I couldn’t wait to do that again

Loving that hit of raw adrenaline

Wait (an acrostic poem)

Watching time crawl slowly past

And wondering why you are not here

It drives me crazy as I count the seconds

To when I can join you in heaven

 

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Wild (an acrostic poem)

When they told her to calm down, she amped it up

If they told her to wait a minute, she went faster

Looking back was never an option; she just kept her eyes to the future

Determined was how she viewed herself, others thought she was…

 

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Eternity Could Wait (a 150 word story)

The time had come to say goodbye, but Liam didn’t want to let go.  Sixty-three years of marriage would do that to you.  He looked down on his wife, her eyes closed, her hands across her chest.  It almost brought tears to his eyes again.  He reached out and brushed her cheek.

 

Her eyes fluttered open.  She searched the room, but nope, her husband was still gone.  She was absolutely sure she had felt him.  She felt the tears well up again.  When will they ever stop?  She rolled over to cry silently into her pillow.  Why did he have to leave her?

 

He saw her look straight through him, not seeing his ghostly spirit.  He knew he should go on to whatever fate he had waiting, but well, sixty-three years of marriage.  Instead, he blew her a kiss and contented himself with watching over her.  Eternity could wait.

 

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