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…
Iron (an acrostic poem)
Protest (an acrostic poem)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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
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