Flash (an acrostic poem)

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Flickering lights were the first things he noticed as he awoke, dazed, confused, and hung over

Laying on the asphalt, he tried to roll off his back but found he couldn’t

As if he was stuck there by the hand of God, all he could see were

Strobing lights pulsating across the cloud-infested night sky

He began to cry when he heard his brother say, “Told you superglue would work.”

Noise (an acrostic poem)

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Notes played from the strings and brass floated

Over the timpani and xylophones being hammered at

It was then that the woodwinds began to wail

Sending each section into a race to match their bravado

Eventually, the conductor silenced them.  She knew the first day in an orchestra as new musicians could be… trying

Fear (an acrostic poem)

Finding the darkness settling into his soul

Everything began to slow except his heartbeat

Animalistic screams escaped his tightening throat

Reaching up on tiptoes toward the full moon the transformation was complete

Ear (an acrostic poem)

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Everything he heard was a gift ever since he received his hearing aids

And this coincided with his daughter having her first lesson for the French horn.  How exciting!

Realized the next day, when she began to practice, that the off switch on them was a blessing as well.

Complete (an acrostic poem)

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Carnage had been prophesied since the day of her birth

Obliterate the evil, or else she would fail, and the world would burn

Many people tried to guide her, their interests, they felt, were the same as hers

Pulling her six different ways at once, she ended up pitting them against each other

Letting their division give her the room to find her own way

Everything was going well.  The darkness was beaten back.

The final battle took place, and in the end, she was victorious

Everyone’s cheers turned to screams when she didn’t stop and began attacking them

Posts (an acrostic poem)

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Putting her words out there in the interwebs

Opened herself up to all sorts of criticism

She smiled as she watched her retweets and replies exploded

The more she yanked their chains, the more they gave her satisfaction

So she cracked her knuckles and began her next trolling

Beat (an acrostic poem)

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Breathing in sync with the bass drum

Every nerve on fire with the energy of the guitar solo

As her feet began to move to the groove

That was a problem when she saw the flashing lights in her rearview mirror

Tone (an acrostic poem)

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The music began with a low, moody, ominous bass part.

On screen, lightning played among the far hills.

Nobody seemed to have a plan as to how to stop the zombie invasion.

Except one!  She pulled out her phone and that is what cued the Bollywood style dance-off!

Wonder (an acrostic poem)

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Whimsical pondering about how everything works

Observing the universe and attempting to understand the underpinnings

Never being settled with almost right, but wanting perfect information

Determining how everything began, how it will end, and everything in between

Except perfect information is not available, so instead we guess and see how close we get

Remembering when we get things wrong it becomes a starting point for something new

Dial (an acrostic poem)

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Digits scattered around in a ritualistic circle

It spun and clicked as it began its spell

And soon there were disembodied voices talking from the other side

Listen close and you might hear grandma