Gap (an acrostic poem)

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Getting through the tight squeeze called life was always a challenge

As her whole existence had been between a rock and a hard place

Perhaps that’s why she was able to surprise them when she cracked her world and began to fly

Chilli (an acrostic poem)

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Can’t make it hot enough to please him

He scarfs down whole scotch bonnets for breakfast

I even saw him puree ghost peppers and drink it as a smoothie

Last Superbowl was the topper.  The con carne concoction he brought was pure chemical warfare

Leaving us all to stare in awe and fear as he ate the whole thing without a single sniffle

It did come to no surprise that his intestines eventually got their revenge for his war crimes.

Plus (an acrostic poem)

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Putting things together for the first time inside my head

Letting me complete the equation of why and how

Until now I was foolishly worried about each part individually

So now I can worry about the whole thing as I should have all along

Toast (an acrostic poem)

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The realization that you are burnt out

Oh, and you know that the whole thing is just beginning

And that’s why you feel so crusty

So butter up, buttercup, and take a deep breath

Then when you feel less crispy take another bite.

Fence (an acrostic poem)

Fiercely defending her right to her emotional space, she stripped off the pink dress

Everyone was encroaching on her.  In the past, they might have swallowed her whole.

Now she wrapped her fists with barbed wire, feeling it cut into her skin.

Come on world.  It’s me against all of you, and I’m ready to fight dirty.

Everyone better watch out.  Mama bear is ready to defend her territory.

 

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Create (an acrostic poem)

Can’t make anything out of nothing

Really that’s a crock of bull

Everyone knows storytellers weave lies into whole cloth

And wrap you up inside nice and snug

That’s the stuff godhood is made of

Even if the magic eventually fades into memory

 

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Broken (an acrostic poem)

Belief was sometimes such a fragile thing

Relying on just your faith that everything will be okay

Outside forces were always tearing at that virtual support

Keeping it under assault, looking for the smallest of cracks

Enlarging them until the whole thing falls into pieces

Nothing could ever put you back together completely and make you whole again

 

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