Trend (an acrostic poem)

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The sky is the limit

Really, everything is coming up roses

Except, of course, when it’s all burning down

Now that’s when everything is just going to hell

Don’t worry, it will all be just fine

Stern (an acrostic poem)

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Somebody should have known better

That would have prevented the switch from coming out

Everyone wanted to run and hide

Run and hope someone else would take the beating

Not that any of them had real hope.  One look at her face made that disappear

Elvis (an acrostic poem)

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Every thrust of his hips was planned to showcase his nature

Leaving girls and women screaming at the top of their lungs

Vexing the men that had accompanied them, secretly jealous of his powers

It was a coming of age for an entire generation

Summarized in a single man, an icon, a legend

Watch (an acrostic poem)

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Whistling away the boredom while looking at His wrist

As He waited for the seconds to tick by

The time was coming when all Hell will be unleashed

Creating a new reality that He would use to remake the world in His image

He smiled.  Soon He would do more than just …

Hygge (an acrostic poem)

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Hearth is happily crackling, telling a tale of mirth

Yielding a soft warm glow into the room

Gifting a cozy sense of calm and comfort

Grafting the coming season to your soul

Entombing negative feelings for another time, another place

Outpost (an acrostic poem)

Outside all was quiet except for that ever-present northern wind

Ugly clouds shouted that something bad was coming

That put Kristoff into an even more foul mood

Pulling duty in such a remote Nordic section of the kingdom was horrible

Observing his youth and career slowly blowing away in this wasteland was worse

So deep he was in his musings that he didn’t hear the twang of the released bowstring

The snow soon covered up the red stain

Dine (an acrostic poem)

 

Dinner was coming soon, he was sure of it

It just meant waiting a bit more

Not that is stopped him from eating a candy bar

Everything would be fine as long as she didn’t find out

 

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Done (an acrostic poem)

Didn’t see that one coming

One would think it that would be a disaster

Never thought that it would be such a blessing

Even if that meant it was the end of it all