Costume (an acrostic poem)

Clothing makes the man they say

Or in his case, they allowed him to blend in

So that the prey around him didn’t recognize predator in their midst

Though they would be nervous as if they could see through his disguise

Undercover he enjoyed taking his time

Meticulously picking his next victim

Enjoying the chaos he left in his wake

 

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Dome (an acrostic poem)

 

Dim stars twinkled from far overhead

Overwhelming ancient history is written in those heavens

Mary contemplated how her short existence fit in all of that

Eventually, she embraced her cousins since they were all made of the dust of creation

 

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Office (an acrostic poem)

 

Obviously moving out of his cubicle was kind of a big thing

Furniture could stay though.  Joe was moving on up.

Full boxes piled high, he snaked through the doorway

It felt good to put his stuff on top of his desk

Couldn’t keep the smile off his face when he was able to close the door

Even though this kingdom was small, it was his and only his

 

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Frank (an acrostic conversation)

For goodness sake, I thought you would be prettier.

Really?  That’s how you want to start our date?

Actually, yes.  I told you I was honest to a fault when we talked on the phone

Now that was truth in advertising.  Refreshing.  Still, you’re a jerk, and I’ll be leaving.

Knew that would happen.  At least I didn’t have to buy your dinner.

 

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Tinker (an acrostic poem)

Technology always fascinated Eric

It was his jam his friends would say

Not that he would disagree

Kind of fun putting things together

Even making them do something different

Really it was a game to see what he could hack next

 

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Stare (an acrostic poem)

Satan couldn’t tear his eyes from the sight as humanity struggled to stand

The fallen angel laughed with contempt, God’s image indeed

All they were was an afterthought of creation

Raised to shove home the lack of free will into the faces of the angelic hosts

Even now he hated that fact because that meant he was created to fail and fall

 

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