Sour (an acrostic poem)

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Scrunching up her face in reaction to sipping the drink

Obviously, it was much tarter than what she was expecting

Uttering a sharp laugh, her partner handed her a sugar cube as an apology

Refusing the cube, she gave it another sip.   It was better this way.

Knot (an acrostic poem)

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Knowing hands twisted and tied the thick cords with ease

Noting where the rope had begun to fray

Outside the wind began to howl, which he thought fitting

There was no better accompaniment when at the gallows

Reign (an acrostic poem)

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Reach for the crown and rip it off the previous owner’s decapitated head

Embrace the fact that it is your time to be the one

It can’t be hard as evidenced by the person you just dethroned

Go on.  Impose your will upon those below you that don’t know any better

Nothing can possibly go wrong now…

Lunch (an acrostic poem)

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Looking at his sandwich, he wondered if there was a better way

Unless sliced bread was the height of sandwich technology

Now he pulled out notebook and began drawing diagrams and writing notes

Completing one design before discarding it for the next, and after some time many pages were filled with scribbles

However, soon the clock told him to go back to work, and the sandwich was still there, taunting him

Magnify (an acrostic conversation)

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More sun, more ants., more fire  More sun, more ants, more fire!”

And you say you don’t have anger issues?”

Give me a break.  At least I’m not trying to fry you.”

Nope, just innocent creatures going on their merry way”

If it makes you feel any better, these are the ones that ruined your picnic”

For real?  How do you know?”

You look up close.  They’re still suffering from the epic heartburn”

New (an acrostic poem)

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Ned thought he had been doing better as of late with trying different experiences

Extra things that his old self would have never even thought of trying

Watching the ground accelerate towards him made him reconsider that decision

Window (an acrostic poem)

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We look into each other’s lives and wonder what lies behind those curtains

If others have things so much better than us

Not realizing that as we stare in that they can stare back

Determined to see past our drapes

Observing all the cobwebs and clutter

While wondering why we have it so much better than they do

Shape (an acrostic poem)

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So he was happy with being a circle

He liked that better than being a square

And he loved all the food pyramid equally

Perhaps he should have used the heart attack as a stop sign, but…

Eventually it caught up to him, and he was placed in a rectangle box