Dive (an acrostic poem)

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Dirt on the floor intermingled with peanut shells and spilled stale beer

It gave this old run-down bar a certain je ne sais quoi

Vacuuming up those plummeting through the floor of their lives

Enabling them a place to splash down while mumbling “Bottom’s up.”

Digger (an acrostic poem)

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Dirt packed under his ragged fingernails

It was something he prided himself on

Grabbing the wrench he went back to work

Giving another shot at fixing the old backhoe

Even though the brand new one sat right next to it

Really didn’t want to let his dear friend go quite yet

Radio (an acrostic poem)

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Rock ‘n roll blaring out the speakers

As her convertible rattled down the old dirt road

Determined to enjoy one of the last warm fall days they sang along

If her and her girlfriend were off key, they didn’t care

Only thing that mattered was what song was next

Tube (an acrostic poem)

 

The descent into the underground left Tyler feeling uneasy

Until now the journey had been theoretical, a nightmare that could happen

But now Tyler stood while overhead there was millions of pounds of dirt and rock

Everything would be all right.  Just stay calm. But then the lights went out…

 

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Tears (an acrostic poem)

The drops of water slowly rolled down her face

Eventually falling to the dirt below

And yet neither her, nor that patch of earth, were quenched

Reality was that both needed more

She emptied herself trying though.

 

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Clean Up (an acrostic poem)

Confounded by all the dirt and grime

Leon threw down his mop and sunk to the floor

Eleven hours from now his mother would be visiting

And everything will be scrutinized for perfection

Now he knew that perfection wasn’t going to happen

 

Ursula swept into the apartment, but all she did was give Leon a hug

Pushing aside the dirt and grime of his worries and making his smile sparkle

 

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Soil (an acrostic poem)

Some earth is rich and brown, ready for life to spring forth

Obviously this wasn’t that.  The war had across this dirt

It was ashen gray and crumbled in Jim’s hands

Looking at the ruined horizon, Jim knew he had to make it work, or else…

 

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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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