Iron (an acrostic poem)

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It made his muscles feel broken

Reducing his ability to move to an awkward lurching

Oh, he still left a smile bloom on his face

Now he was done with all the swimming, biking, and running proving he was made of…

Protest (an acrostic poem)

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Putting your beliefs out there for all to see

Rallying among people of like mind

Order out of the chaos of the moment

That’s when the cause can gain momentum

Engaging those that were on the fence

Such that the need would codify into a moment written about in history books

That future gatherings would morph into celebration

Posts (an acrostic poem)

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Putting her words out there in the interwebs

Opened herself up to all sorts of criticism

She smiled as she watched her retweets and replies exploded

The more she yanked their chains, the more they gave her satisfaction

So she cracked her knuckles and began her next trolling

Operate (an acrostic poem)

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Old things had to make way for the new

Pulling back on the lever, the wrecking ball swung and smashed into the wall

Everywhere the ball hit, destruction reigned

Reducing the old structure into historic rubble

And she knew she was good at what she was doing

The crane danced to her choreography, each pirouette punctuated by the boom of connection

Enabling her to place the final period to that building’s story

Near (an acrostic poem)

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Never was he farther away physically from her

Every day he felt that emptiness when he woke up

And no matter how many times he got to call her, it was never enough

Reaching his decision, he booked his flight.  Money is great, but being there was priceless

Break (an acrostic poem)

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Baby porcelain doll, the last one her daughter had ever held, burst into sharp shards as it hit the floor

Releasing so many emotions in her, some she thought she had closed within that small casket

Everyone around her just stopped and stared, silent, not knowing what to do or say

As she watched those pieces scatter she started drowning in a psychological flood

Keeping the tears away was impossible as she felt something inside of her…

Program (an acrostic poem)

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Putting words together on the screen

Results in so many possibilities

Outgrowing the original sum of the whole

Giving life to something that

Revision upon revision created

And each one is a step closer

Making the machine come alive.

Atlas (an acrostic poem)

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All of Jessie’s life could be seen in the lines engraved into his face

They told of the many laughs and smiles, the tears and anger, written throughout the years  

Looking in the mirror, he reminisced a life lived hard

As he traced those wrinkles, he wondered about the upcoming Botox injection and smoothing it all over

Soul searching if he really wanted to lose that history…  Jessie left with his map intact

Circus (an acrostic poem)

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Clowns paraded and danced in front of her.

It would have been funny if she didn’t know the truth.

Reality was they were the keys to her success.

Committed to helping her cross the threshold into stardom.

Until that very moment, she had believed that this would all work, but now?

So when they pointed at the cannon, she shook her head and backed away.

Lunch (an acrostic poem)

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Looking at her plate, she wondered how she had gotten here

Under the fluorescent yellow liquid cheese, a treasure trove of textures and flavors existed

Now her stomach rumbled in anticipation of the excavation ahead

Crunching a loaded tortilla chip, her tastebuds danced to the symphony of tastes

Hefting her beer and taking a swig, she smiled loving her little bit of heaven