Outpost (an acrostic poem)

Outside all was quiet except for that ever-present northern wind

Ugly clouds shouted that something bad was coming

That put Kristoff into an even more foul mood

Pulling duty in such a remote Nordic section of the kingdom was horrible

Observing his youth and career slowly blowing away in this wasteland was worse

So deep he was in his musings that he didn’t hear the twang of the released bowstring

The snow soon covered up the red stain

Tough (an acrostic poem)

 

Things are going to get worse before getting better

Or at least that’s what it looks like right now

Under such pressures, lesser people might crack

Going to take a rugged person to stand back up

Here’s to the people ready to pull up our sleeves and rebuild

 

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Write (an acrostic poem)

 

Wrestling with all the words

Recording a random assemblage of them

It is worse than a million monkeys reproducing Shakespeare

That’s when most people are ready to give up

Except you can’t.  That story needs to be told, so you…

 

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Find (an acrostic poem)

For once they were lost

It was made worse when both their phones died

Now all they had were their tent, some supplies, and each other

Don’t you know they discovered something special.  Then the bear ate them.

 

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Lost (an acrostic poem)

Looking for something familiar, some landmark to rattle is memory

Order to placate the chaos inside his head

Still, no matter how much he looked, there was nothing

That was worse than any Hollywood boogeyman ever

 

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Etched (an acrostic poem)

Engraving the picture of her face on his soul

This way he could never forget her

Carter hoped that was the case

His Alzheimer’s was getting worse, and on his good days it scared him

Even on his bad days, he knew something was wrong

Dementia had carved so much out of his life

 

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Manic (an acrostic poem)

Marty hung his head low and almost sobbed

As if it couldn’t get any worse, Heather would soon be there

Now how was he going to face her like this

It also meant that she wanted to come over, so that was exciting

Clutching himself he started to laugh with excitement

 

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