Wish (an acrostic poem)

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What would I do if I found a genie in a bottle?

I would ask for three simple things.

Something that would make you smile, something to make you think, and something to give you peace.

Hope by you reading this some of it came true.

Just One Wish (a 200 word story)

I let the lamp drop to my feet.  The metallic clank it made with the cave floor brought me back to my senses.  “Let me get this straight.  Just one wish?  That’s it?”

“That’s right,” said the genie.  “Just one wish.  I’ll warn you though.  If you wish for more wishes you will be sad.”

“Really?”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Okay, okay.  Just give me a second.”

I began to pace.  I should be a good person and wish that no one went hungry anymore.  Either that or lasting world peace, but I couldn’t bring myself to say the words.  I am a good person, honest, but right then I could ask for anything.  There was a part of me that wanted to be selfish.  I could be the wealthiest person in the world.  I could be irresistible to anyone whom I desired.

I could bring back my parents and have one last dinner with them around the kitchen table.  Now that brought a tear to my eye.  But would that be a good wish?  And yet I could…

“Okay genie.  I wish for…”

 

Don’t you wish you knew what I wished for?  Go find your own genie!

 

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Compass (an acrostic poem)

Curt was looking for direction

Order out of the chaos surrounding his life

Maybe a change of scenery to give him a fresh perspective

Perhaps a new way of life altogether

As an answer to his prayers, the flashing lights pulled him over

Since that arrest warrant was still active

Soon he would have his wish

 

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Congrats! (an acrostic poem)

Cap and gown in hand

Our time together comes to a close

Now we release you into the world

Going forth, knowing more of who you are

Reaching for a potential you are just beginning to sense

Always be aware of those around you

Try to make your actions count

Strive to be the change you wish to see

 

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Happy New Years (an acrostic poem)

Holding his breath, Jacob started the countdown.

As the ball fell towards the ground his emotions rose up

People all around him shouted together, ten, nine, eight…

Plenty of time for Jacob to close his eyes and make his wish

Yet this year he couldn’t do it.

 

Nine years ago he began the tradition, being lonely for so long

Even though he had tried to let his heart recover, it was still in critical condition

Wendy’s death had taken part of him to her grave

 

Yet here he was, nine years later in the mass of people in Times Square

Everyone yelling, five, four, three…

And here he was hold Theresa’s hand, but still his heart wouldn’t grow

Reaching one, Theresa pulled Jacob close and kissed him, but all he could hear was

Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?