Ramp (an acrostic poem)

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Raising expectations to an unsustainable level

As the crowd goes wild, flying over the gap between fiction and reality

Making the question of how they would land a scary topic

Pitching sideways on the landing, the public crashed and burned, and that’s why we can’t have nice things

Motor (an acrostic poem)

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Mary was always on the go.

Oblivious to sleep or the need for food.

The way she pushed herself was amazing to watch.

Of course, she could not keep this up forever.

Really it wasn’t surprising when she crashed and burned.

Shot (an acrostic poem)

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She felt so cold and lethargic.  Today was just one of those days.

He handed her a whiskey, and she threw it back

Oh it burned on the way down, but it then warmed her middle nicely

That soon spread throughout her body and things weren’t as bad anymore.

Troop (an acrostic poem)

The laser fire burned the landscape around Gordon

Racing to cover he drew a bead on its source

Opening fire himself he silenced the combatant

Only that marked his own position.  Gordon felt a burn then nothing evermore

Pushing past his eternal vigil, the rest of the platoon didn’t have time to mourn

 

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Mild (an acrostic poem)

Maybe variety is the spice of life, but

Isaac worried about getting burned

Loving to do the same thing over and over

Delicious blandness that left him fulfilled

 

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Tequila (an acrostic poem)

The alcohol burned her throat as she pounded the shot glass to the bar top

Everything spun for a second, but that was the whole purpose of this, right?

Quickly she lifted her hand.  “Another round, please.”

Unable to keep the grin from her face she looked at the rest of the bridal party

It was her last night of freedom and she didn’t want to remember any of it

Lifting up the replenished shot glass she said, “To life and health.”

All the time hoping she would be so sick tomorrow they would call the whole thing off

 

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Dust (an acrostic poem)

Dirt coated the remnants of civilization

Underneath the grime, the dead cars told a story

Silhouettes burned into the pavement eternally listened

The wind moaned at the ending

 

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