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.

Busy (an acrostic poem)

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Been doing all the things

Understand that means lots of naps

Some may say that she’s lazy

You would be wrong. Dreaming is hard work.

List (an acrostic poem)

Looking at all the items that were on the page

It was enough to make her depressed

So, she pulled out her lighter and flicked the switch

The smoke was her peace offering with herself

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Chivalry seemed to be such an outdated idea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

Tempt (an acrostic poem)

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There was the dark chocolate truffle right there

Egging him on to consume and enjoy the ephemeral experience

Mustering his willpower, he pushed the candy away

Putting him in touch with its shiny ebony brown exterior, but he got up and walked off

The fact that he licked his fingers as he left was totally not a cave

Prince (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps one day I will be a king

Reaching up and placing the crown on my own head

It would be then where I fulfill my destiny

Never looking back, I would break down barriers and shatter glass ceilings

Creating new norms that would create a more equitable society

Even though some may call me queen, my breasts won’t define me!