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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Flying (an acrostic poem)

Floating through the air

Laughing with unadulterated joy

Yielding finally to gravity, you fell

Into my waiting arms

Now you soar without me needing to catch you

God, I miss that job

 

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Moose (an acrostic poem)

Maybe it was the squirrel had had enough

Or maybe Natasha finally got her way

Or maybe Mister Peabody was sick of being second fiddle

So all we know is Bullwinkle wasn’t around anymore

Everyone mourned as they ate their venison jerky

 

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View (an acrostic poem)

Vistas expanded inside her mind

It took her breath away with the possibilities

Everything was there ready for her to take it.  She could see it all

Which is why it was so sad when she walked away.

 

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Troop (an acrostic poem)

The laser fire burned the landscape around Gordon

Racing to cover he drew a bead on its source

Opening fire himself he silenced the combatant

Only that marked his own position.  Gordon felt a burn then nothing evermore

Pushing past his eternal vigil, the rest of the platoon didn’t have time to mourn

 

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Divide (an acrostic poem)

Division was always Vivian’s strong suit

It didn’t matter if it was numbers or people

Vivian could separate the goats from the sheep

It didn’t matter what defined goat or sheep

Determined to put her skills to use, Vivian turned to politics

Except she found being a pollster much better to her liking

 

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