Every day should be special.
Viewed as a once in a lifetime opportunity
Except too many people are living for the weekends.
Not living each day to its fullest.
That’s a shame, wasting away five days a week.
Event (an acrostic poem)
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Bad (an acrostic poem)
Been planning on working out in the new year.
At least an hour, five days a week. Just need to have the proper motivation.
Dozen doughnuts after each workout.
Late (an acrostic poem)
Leaving for the last minute is totally my style
And I usually can make it work
Then there is the time you know it is due tomorrow
Except it was due last week. Oops!
Ration (an acrostic poem)
Reaching into the sack, he handed his daughter a small potato
And her look of disappointment hurt his heart so much
That was the best he could do, at least she would have something in her tummy tonight
If he could do more, he would
Only if he gave her more now, she would go without later that week
Now to bully his hunger into being quiet until he got her to bed
Defeat (an acrostic poem)
Determined to go to bed sooner
Enabling a more refreshing start to the week
Fumbling through the stuff that had to be done
Everything taking so much more time to do
And some of it didn’t work out at all
Then the clock read 2 a.m. and he had to admit…
Beep (an acrostic poem)
Being in IT when every computer on campus was making noises
Especially as they rebooted over and over again was not going to be good
Ernie knew he was doomed for a long long long day
Perhaps this was not the week to give up swearing, but he wanted to yell something. “Oh …”
Stress (an acrostic one-sided conversation)
So that proposal was due yesterday? I thought it was next week.
They told me next week. I’m sure of that.
Really, they’ve got to give us a second chance.
Everyone has days like this, Michael. I’m only human.
So what do you mean don’t bother coming to work on Monday?
So Michael, do you think I can get a reference letter hookup from you?
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Bonus poem (1st draft) If you like this one better, let me know in the comments.
So that project proposal was due yesterday?
That’s right, so now our company’s existence is now in question.
Really? Why didn’t you tell me?
Everyone told you, daily. With voicemail AND email AND in person
So about that. I thought you were all being a bit pushy.
So about that, you’re fired.
Miracle (an acrostic poem)
Misha looked back over the waves
In the distance, she could still see the fires on the shore
Reaching out, she placed a comforting hand on Herb
After everything, the two of them had been through
Cutting ties with their past and sailing into the unknown was the hardest
Last week it looked like they would both be dead in a mass grave
Even unbelievers like Misha could recognize their escape for what it was
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Week (an acrostic poem)
When seven days had gone by
Everything had changed completely
Everyone had gone full zombie on her
Killing her hopes for humanity in such a short period of time
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