Tiger (an acrostic poem)

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There was that time when he was out prowling around

Impeccable coat, stripes so sharp they would slice through rival suitors

Giving the ladies a view of what an alpha male looked like

Everything changed when he met her.  She stopped that predator dead in his tracks

Relaxing on her new pelt rug, she looked into his eyes.  What a pussycat!

Bury (an acrostic poem)

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Beneath the soil, we planted our elders

Under the shade of the spruce and maple, it

Rooted our community in history

Yet few ever unearthed this resource, preferring to let the dead sleep.

Award (an acrostic conversation)

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As I give you this certificate of competition, do you have anything to say?”

What?  Are you saying I won?”

And why would you think that?  You’re score placed you dead last”

Right, but I still get a trophy?  You know, for giving it my best shot.”

Don’t be silly.  Trophies are for winners.  You get a piece of paper with your name misspelled on it.”

Cider (an acrostic poem)

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Cold pressed apple fluids left outside in a large jug

In the dead of winter the water freezes on top

Driving the flavor into a more concentrated solution below

Each time the blah ice is then removed and the process repeats over and over for months

Rewarded finally with a fermented drink that tasted of sunny autumn days and patience

Fork (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing all his attention on his spaghetti,

Oliver slowly twirled the utensil on top of his spoon,

Revolving strand after strand around their tines,

Knowing that he was breaking his dead Italian grandfather’s heart.

Collar (an acrostic poem)

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Can’t stand having something around my neck

Only I don’t get much choice in this gig

Living for the church was not going to be my style

Living dead come into the equation

And I had to sign up, so now I’m a holy man

Relax baby, I only baptize with a shotgun and cross with my saber

Parrots (an acrostic conversation)

 

Perhaps he is just sleeping.

And that’s the excuse you want to go with?

Really, he could be just catching some shut-eye.

Realize that I have watched the Monty Python skit like a billion times.

Oh, then yeah, he’s dead

That was anticlimactic.

So do you want to start it from the top again?

 

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Rise Up (an acrostic poem)

Reach deep down inside of you when you feel dead

It’s there where you’re power resides

Set it loose upon your world

Everyone will fear your inner zombie

 

Undead and dangerous, you climb out of your energy grave

Pushing upright you shuffle off to find your brains

 

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Ghost (an acrostic poem)

Going dead was such a drag

Having no sensations other than mind-numbing pain

Or the inability to have any strong emotions

So Wendy just haunted her surroundings

The way their daughter just floated through her days confused Wendy’s parents

 

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