Plain (an acrostic poem)

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Putting her unadorned baggy white dress on

Leaving so much to the imagination that it hurt to even try to fantasize anything about her

And piling her hair up under her uninspiring hat

It gave the world the perfect vanilla picture she craved them to know

Nobody would expect the wildness contained therein until it was too late

Enemy (an acrostic poem)

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Everything you do affects me negatively and yet

Now you have the nerve to just stand there in front of me trying to be innocent

Expecting me to forgive you of your many sins, so many of them against me

Maybe I should forgive you, something I should have learned in Sunday school

Yet I can’t do that, so that’s why I am going to throw out this mirror!

Mark (an acrostic poem)

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Many hands make the chore light

And that was his philosophy through life

Reaching out with his hands to help all those he could

Keeping to this up even as he passed, so many came to celebrate him, it made his passing easier.

Honor (an acrostic poem)

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He normally didn’t care about his reputation

Others could go screw themselves if they wanted to judge him

Now though, his whole world was flipped upside-down

On this day he had become a father

Responsible to this precious little girl…

Brain (an acrostic poem)

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Beating up her heart with blows of pure logic

Reality was there was no chance this was really love

Almost certainly it was just hormones and nothing more

It was a waste of time, and her resources were better used studying

Not that she could think of anything but the taste of his lips…

Crest (an acrostic poem)

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Certified purebred by the clothes that she wore

Rebel by the purple mohawk she sported

Everything about her was a contradiction

Still, there was no doubt she was her own person

The proprietary monogram she had as a name was proof of that

Civil (an acrostic poem)

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Chivalry seemed to be such an outdated idea

It meant treating everyone with respect

Vance always added “that they deserve” to the end of that phrase

It was the motto by which he lived his life

Leaving him the moral ground to do what he pleased, and he did so

Nocturnal (an acrostic poem)

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Nighttime was when he was awake and alive

Observing his domain as he prowled the streets

Citizens were happily in their beds now

They were dreaming dreams of a light-filled world

Under which people like him were just fragments of lore

Real-world boogeymen who cleaned up society’s messes

Now that suited him just fine

As he enjoyed the peace and quiet of owning the blacktop

Lifting another trashcan, he deposited the contents in the back of the truck before moving on