Operate (an acrostic poem)

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Old things had to make way for the new

Pulling back on the lever, the wrecking ball swung and smashed into the wall

Everywhere the ball hit, destruction reigned

Reducing the old structure into historic rubble

And she knew she was good at what she was doing

The crane danced to her choreography, each pirouette punctuated by the boom of connection

Enabling her to place the final period to that building’s story

Disco (an acrostic poem)

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Dancing beneath the huge mirror ball

Its reflections allows the light to dance among us

Sound escaping from the speakers driving our bodies into

Contortions of limbs and torsos while

Outside the 70’s became an inferno

Range (an acrostic poem)

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Risking it all on a forty-footer

And as the basketball left her hand, the clocks went to all zeroes

Now it was now all physics, the skill was already committed

Google clutch, and it would show this shot if it goes in

Everyone waited seemingly forever as the ball bounced on the rim once, twice…

Lion (an acrostic poem)

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Like being the king of my domain

I prowl back and forth, roaring to show how big and bad I am

Oh sure I may be scary and intimidating with all these sharp teeth, but

No one said I wouldn’t play with a ball of yarn if given a chance.

Trials (an acrostic poem)

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The start to an ordeal is never easy

Reaching down deep to find the follow through can be painful

It can make you want to turn back, give up, curl up in a ball

And yet, there is so much awaiting you on the other end of it all

Look, you know it won’t be easy but…

Success is usually worth the price of admission

Turf (an acrostic poem)

The ball tumbled to the ground, forgotten for the moment

Under the garish yellow streetlights the batter still took a swing

Ravaging the Demon’s knife man’s rib cage with a sickening thud

Finally the contest was called on the account of sirens

 

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