Allure (an acrostic poem)

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Abyss-black hair cascaded in waves down her back contrasted with her alabaster skin.

Luscious blood red lips pulled into a tight pout.

Lavish eyebrows that outline perfect ice-blue eyes.

Undulating curves in all the right places ensconced in a second skin of green satin.

Resulting in a woman who was the epitome of perfection.

Except she was only a picture on a magazine cover.

Rewind (an acrostic poem)

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Reaching back in time, to a point where she was so much happier

Emily flipped open her old sketchbook and perused its doodles

Winding lines solidified abstract ideas into graphite reality

It pulled at her heartstrings to see how far she had come

Now she would be aghast if her art was that sloppy, but she missed the raw joy frozen on those pages

Determined to recapture that moment, she broke out her pencil and felt herself thaw.

Cats (an acrostic poem)

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Celebrating how useful humans were.

As they once again put down food for us to eat.

The fact that they were useful as back scratchers was a bonus.

So why did they get so upset when tested if gravity was still there?

Blast (an acrostic poem)

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Being bombastic had always been part of his arsenal.

Leaving the room blown away from the energy he dropped on everyday life.

And now was no different.  He was dressed in his dynamite blue suit, his white hair slicked back.

Sashaying across the dance floor, demanding everyone pay attention by pure force of will.

The moment the spotlight hit him, he busted out his dance moves and the crowd exploded!

Swerve (an acrostic poem)

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Swaying back and forth like a drunken sailor after riding out a hurricane 

Wesley enjoyed the open mouth stares as he sauntered by 

Everyone was sure something was wrong with him, and he liked it that way 

Reactions like that were worth their weight in gold  

Verifying that he made the correct choice of donning this particular persona 

Everyone noticed him, but his partner picking their purses and pockets… not so much. 

Post (an acrostic poem)

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Putting words in where emotions feared to tread

Out into the world, unprotected, left to fly or flounder on their own

So every time I press that button and make something come alive on the web

That is the moment where I add a bit more to the universe and wait to hear what echoes back

Frail (an acrostic poem)

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Finding courage to do the almost impossible mean he had to reach real deep.

Reach into depths he wasn’t sure he had.

And yet, here he was looking straight into the face of this next hurdle.

If he could just take a step forward here, his life would change forever for the good, but could he?

Looking at the parallel bars, he hoisted himself back up on them and tried to get his legs to walk.

Order (an acrostic poem)

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Out of the chaos, a need for organization grew stronger

Reaching for a list and some boxes, the war began

Dedicating time to the battle, slowly the chaos was pushed back

Except they never saw the betrayal that was about to happen

Right at the moment the house was set straight, they had twins and that’s when chaos won

Tempest (an acrostic poem)

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The look in his eyes forecast a storm of emotions about to hit

Everything to this point had been smooth sailing on calm seas

Mentioning her name, though, had brought a sudden change for the worse

Pushing himself up out of his chair, he leveled a finger

Everyone was quiet, waiting for the lightning bolt of his anger to strike

So when the finger went back down without a word, well everyone thought the worst had past

That’s when he took one step forward and a rain of fists poured down

Sleep (an acrostic poem)

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Soundlessly floating among clouds of thought

Leaping from one random thing to the next, but trying to create a narrative

Eventually to his sleep-addled brain, it all made sense

Everything a flow of deranged circumstances distilled into a crazy story

Pushing slumber back into consciousness, the construct fades, but the emotional memory remains