Acrostics by Seminar Members

Ever wondered why love hurts so much?
Drowning the pain with a dirge within me,
Deluding myself that she still loves me,
Yearning for that one last touch.

Perhaps somehow and someday she'll realize,
After all my pain and all my sorrow,
Rages and fits...today, if not tomorrow, she'll
Kiss me and find that true love never dies.

		*****

Kaleidoscope brain envelopes
Around, wrapping then
Rolling -- unfolding what's wound
A slippery
Mutation
Endlessly absorbing
Surroundings and 
Sounds
No passage
Ever 
Returns the same.

		*****

Knavish fellow
Ate Moldy 
Rye
Accused a woman

Must be witch!
End her life --
Salem will prosper
She shall die!
No one spoke -- tongues could turn
Except for the woman's which
Rapidly did burn.

		*****

Knew this man
A guy with no name
Red Hair became him
And a pipe leaked his brain

Maybe he was musical and played alone
Either that or he was
Simply nonsensical and 
Smart as a stone
No clue could I ever find
Except that he 
Released more air than mind.

		*****

Can it really be a poem?
Hanging words and letters
Around to create this form of
Nouns, verbs, & adjectves
To trail in the description of
Elegant meanings and significant
Lines to build the REAL poem.

		*****

Coaxing my thoughts onto paper:
Orbiting pieces of self,
Unveiled now to those unknown.
Reeling in what is hidden--
Tangible renderings of amorphous thoughts, slow and reluctant to
Near the tip of a pen.
Enticed by the chance to be let go, but
Yielding still to a medium they do not know.

		*****

softly falling in hazardous storm
over the rooftops of levit town houses,
every latent soul sleeps in woken slumber--
in expressive sighs of heavy regret and comforting forgetfulness.

		*****

soaring on feelings
answering calmness with explosions, you watch-
mellow, smiling at me, wondering at my
energy- i told you i'm working at it, grasping at
equilibrium.  but
restlessness overtakes me
and all of everything is intensity

		*****

Very unsure of what the year might bring,
Excited to be nearing the end, 
Envious of those who have just begun,
Nervous to be on my own,
Anxious to start anew.

		*****
Dreaming of places far away
Islands surrounded by emerald water and glimmering sand; looking
Across the sky, wondering how distant home might be.
Natives clad in silken skins dance around a sleeping fire,
Erasing traces of a life left behind me.
 
Catching the tropical breeze in my hair,
And the warmth of a velvet sun on my skin, I
Smile from deep inside.
Truly, have I never been so serene.
Each day gets better, and 
Each night, I grow stronger,
Looking at still water and smooth sand.

		*****

Maybe this
Acrostic isn't
Really as complex as it
Kould be...

Go back in time to
Olde England and you'll find
Literally thousands of
Delicate, intricate acrostics,
Many of which rhyme
And float upon a rhythm.
Not this one. 

		*****
Maybe this
Acrostic isn't
Really as complex as it
Kould be...

Go back in time to
Olde England and you'll find
Literally thousands of
Delicate, intricate acrostics,
Many of which rhyme
And float upon a rhythm.
Not this one. 

		*****

Brad, a poet he is not.
Resistant to him are words,
Again and again he creates then
Destroys feeble attempts at poetry.
Theory and inspiration
Achieve nothing in his hands.
Bastardized verse
Admitting ineptitude
Stands as the only poety his feeble intellect can create.

		*****

Sitting at the blackjack table, chips in hand.
Especially now, he gets the adrenaline rush; the anticipation grows.
Tells the dealer what's on his mind; knowing all well that the 
	result is either euphoria or depression.
"Hit me."