Optics (an acrostic poem)

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Observing the situation

Puts it in a whole new light

Though many will still try to interfere with the interpretation

It will take total internal reflection on your part to find the solution

Complete focus on the end goal will make it all possible

So everything will be resolved

News (an acrostic poem)

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Noting all the brand new stories from today that were arrayed in front of him, he liked the buffet of content

Except there just wasn’t anything spicy enough to be worth the headline.

What he needed was sizzle, but all he had in front of him was steak.

So he carved everything up to bite sized pieces so at least they had to come back for more.

Chance (an acrostic poem)

Converting luck into action

He tossed the spinning dice from his hand

And as they flew through the air, probabilities spun with them

Not collapsing the distribution curve until done with their dance

Cascading all possibilities into a single outcome

Everything random transforms into fate

Cube (an acrostic poem)

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Cognac on the rocks was her drink of choice

Until about three in the morning, then she would bounce to bourbon

Both ice cold, just like the blood in her veins

Especially as she tossed the dice one last time with everything on the line.

Angels (an acrostic poem)

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After the bell rang, Clarice looked behind her.

No wings yet, but she kept her head held high.

Getting them would mean she hade made it

Everything came down to that moment in her life

Looking at the program she smiled and settled back

So many more chances as the handbells started their next song

School (an acrostic poem)

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She wanted to learn everything

Cram as much of the information as she could into her cerebellum

Have the ability to recall things faster than Google

Obviously that wouldn’t be really possible

Or else there would already be that person in the world

Leaving her only one choice, stay forever where she could continue to try to be the first