Scrape (an acrostic poem)

Image: s3-wp-lyleprintingandp.netdna-ssl.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/10143745/autumn-218804_1280.jpg

She scooped out the contents of her soon-to-be jack-o-lantern

Copious amounts of sticky wet goop went plop as it was deposited into the garbage

Releasing a scent that wasn’t as fowl as she had anticipated as the knife cleaned the sides

After a bit more grunt work, the task was finished

Putting her candle inside, the glow from the eyes and mouth gave the room a ghoulish glow

Emmet said he never used his head, so she was happy to use it for him

Envelope (an acrostic poem)

Image: 1.bp.blogspot.com/-jHziwQsq_IQ/W_F2rWM0lII/AAAAAAAAGFY/aseNyB205cM1-3dAoGsaLYXx_t0qIlR3QCLcBGAs/s1600/sealing%2Bwax.jpg

Ever wonder what’s inside?

Not opening it, but imagining the contents.

Viewing it held up to the light to get a hint.

Everything telling you not to open it.

Laying it down on the desk you try to walk away

Only you can’t.

Pushing you to your breaking point until you give up and rip the seal

Everything changes in that moment.

Nocturnal (an acrostic poem)

Image: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e1/FullMoon2010.jpg/1200px-FullMoon2010.jpg

Nighttime was when he was awake and alive

Observing his domain as he prowled the streets

Citizens were happily in their beds now

They were dreaming dreams of a light-filled world

Under which people like him were just fragments of lore

Real-world boogeymen who cleaned up society’s messes

Now that suited him just fine

As he enjoyed the peace and quiet of owning the blacktop

Lifting another trashcan, he deposited the contents in the back of the truck before moving on

Library (an acrostic poem)

 

Legions of words were peppered among the many shelves

It left the heady scent of knowledge permeating the air

Bracing herself, she picked up the first tome she saw

Reading the contents left her hungry for more

And so she consumed another, and then another.  She kept going

Ravaging the stacks, never feeling sated

Yet the feast did not disappoint

 

Image: brainscape.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/huge-library.jpg

Green Power (an acrostic poem)

Getting your start in a new subject was never easy

Retching the contents of her stomach emphasized that

Eventually, she wandered back to the festivities at the town square

Everyone had finished setting up their ecological project posters

Now that made her more envious than she thought possible.

 

Pushing that all aside she still had a strong project

Oil didn’t have clout here unless you put olive in front of it, which she did

When the judging panel saw her project on using it to make electricity

Even the capability to use nasty congealed stuff from the local restaurants

Really it was impossible not to see its potential so she came in first

 

Image: gardenerspath.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/Olives-Are-Easy-to-Grow-in-the-Right-Location.jpg

Bump (an acrostic poem)

Bouncing down the road with dead springs

Undulating at the smallest elevation change

Making his stomach want to empty its contents

Perhaps Dramamine is cheaper than a repair bill

 

Image: i.stack.imgur.com/QoC6u.jpg