Greedy (an acrostic poem)

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Give me it all!  I won’t leave anything behind.

Really, I am going to horde it all

Every single piece I can get my hands on

Everyone else might think that is obsessive

Doesn’t stop me, I think they’re just jealous

You think others really need chocolate?  Nope, it’s all mine!

Cell (an acrostic poem)

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Corruption pulsed within his veins energizing his desire to do wrong

Extracting money from the misery and oppression around him

Leaving him to live a life of luxury built upon the pain of others

Losing his soul bit by bit behind the bars of inhumanity

Fling (an acrostic poem)

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Flying through the air with a flick of the wrist

Leaving the heft of the situation behind, if only for a moment

It was his way of making these hard days a small bit easier

Not that Ginger cared about that. She just wanted to enjoy her time with him, but it

Gave him a breather from life while he waited for the collie to bring the frisbee back

Instrument (an acrostic poem)

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It felt like Bob was being played

Not that the rest of his bandmates would agree

Songwriting was his thing, coming up with melodies and words, but harmonies…

That’s why Bob had to admit producing was not his forte

Ron was the guy arranging all his songs, and Bob was usually happy with that

Until Ron was insistent that this idea would put the song over the top

Meaning he should buy into it, trust Ron and the process

Except this idea seemed so dumb that he just couldn’t get behind it

Now everyone was staring at him wondering why he wouldn’t at least try, but

There was no way that a ballad needed more cowbell!

Post (an acrostic poem)

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Putting a piece of yourself out into the digital world

Organizing a public persona that the private one hides behind

Still, some of the private part leaks through the online words and pictures

That’s the good/bad of social media.

Layers (an acrostic poem)

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Looking through sheet after sheet of code and information, trying to find his traces

As she peeled back the Tor “onion” server

Yielding few results from her computer forensic investigation

Everything was a matter of time, though

Ridding all traces of her initial hack of the system was well worth the effort

So the things she left behind would point an arrow only to him

Fan (an acrostic poem)

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Forcing air to get its behind moving in front of the spinning tines

As the blades cut up the parts that lollygagged behind

Nothing will ever be the same ever again

Bonus poem:

Focused obsessively on the one-way relationship she had with Him

Always finding out of the way moments to try to finally be with Him

Now that restraining order will be a problem, but it won’t stop her love of Him

Pain (an acrostic poem)

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Punishing waves of agony crash along your nerves

And as they recede they leave riptides of aches behind

It makes it difficult to breathe, to think

Now you wonder if you can tough it out, or if this time it will break you

Trick (an acrostic poem)

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That’s when she pulled up her sleeves before

Reaching behind his ear to pull out a twenty-dollar bill

It amazed not only the crowd, but her as well

Checking again, she pulled yet another twenty from his ear.  She tried again

Kept pulling out the money yet no one noticed his ears seemed to grow pointy