Factory (an acrostic poem)

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Focused on manufacturing

And maximizing profits

Creating parts and pieces for consumption

Then spitting them out into the hopefully accepting world

Ordering the chaos of creation into ridged steps

Reaching for peek throughput and yields

Yet that damn Murphy was always on the visitor’s list

Innovate (an acrostic poem)

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It all comes down to creating something new

Not that it is easy, but with inspiration and perspiration

New things can come into existence

Of course you hope to capture lightning in a bottle

Value of your creation skyrockets, your company declared a unicorn

And you would be hailed as a genius

That is all well and good, but first do the hard part

Envision a new future and make it happen

Technology (an acrostic poem)

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The mathmagicians cast their spell of logic

Electrical and mechanical design engineers took that energy and gave it physical form

Constructing a simulacrum of silicon and glass

Handing it off to the whisperers of binary

Now they coded in the soul and function of the new beast

Ordering the chaos of all the possibilities of this new creation

Lifting it from an inanimate object

Obscuring the line between animated and animator

Giving the world a new fascination that

You can hold in your hand

Loopy (a cinquain)

A cinquain is a five line poem that has the following form:

2 syllables, 4 syllables, 6 syllables, 8 syllables, 2 syllables

The author is allowed to add or subtract 1 syllable from the count for each line. I decided for my first one I would follow the purest form of a cinquain.

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The end

It’s just a start

Waiting for creation

So when you get to the ending

Begin

Dome (an acrostic poem)

 

Dim stars twinkled from far overhead

Overwhelming ancient history is written in those heavens

Mary contemplated how her short existence fit in all of that

Eventually, she embraced her cousins since they were all made of the dust of creation

 

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Stare (an acrostic poem)

Satan couldn’t tear his eyes from the sight as humanity struggled to stand

The fallen angel laughed with contempt, God’s image indeed

All they were was an afterthought of creation

Raised to shove home the lack of free will into the faces of the angelic hosts

Even now he hated that fact because that meant he was created to fail and fall

 

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Plus (an acrostic poem)

Putting things together helped her organize her thoughts

Lithe fingers deftly added masterful touches to her creation

Until her masterpiece was born

Smiling, she knew what she had to do next

 

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Echoes (a 100 word story)

The parts taunted Ginger in Mr. Johnson’s voice as she stared at the pile.  Somewhere in there was the robot she envisioned, but it was up to her to tease out that idea.

She started picking up motors and wires, controllers and microprocessors.  One part after another got attached to the superstructure.  Coding commenced, and the motors sprang to life.

After a few hard weeks she was done.  What sat in front of her wasn’t exactly what she had in mind.  It was better because it was her creation.  Stick that in your face Mr. Johnson!  Girls can do engineering!

 

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Creation

Johan stared at the grand piano in front of him.  Eighty-eight keys stared back at him, wanting him to touch them.  White and black, each key was holding a tiny piece of music inside.  It was up to him to set that music free, to let the world experience it, but still Johan didn’t reach out.

Johan knew to do so would bind his soul, to the music yearning to be free.

Johan knew to do so would shatter his soul, to give the music its shape.

Johan knew to do so would expose his soul, clothed only in the notes he played, to the voyeurs in the audience.

Johan almost left the stage, but then, ever so softly, he did reach out and caress the keys.  That act of intimacy coaxed his desire, which inflamed his passion, exploding into a rapture of creation.  Nothing was ever the same again.