Crass (an acrostic poem)

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Can’t say something nice, you shouldn’t say anything at all?

Realize this is the biggest lie you have been fed all your life.

As if your opinion should be mitigated by some sort of empathy filter.

So you shouldn’t call out the stupidity slapping you in the face?

Shut up and sit down on that iron pole over there if you disagree.

Canyon (an acrostic poem)

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Claustrophobic tall walls keep closing in the farther he fled

As he rounded a corner, he came to a sheer cliff face announcing it was the end of the road

Now all he could do was turn around and confront his greatest fear

Years had passed since the last time he had faced the gunslinger

On that occasion. he had escaped with only losing his dignity

Now it was time to pay for all those years of running…  A single shot echoed.

Swipe (an acrostic poem)

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Striking him across the face gave her satisfaction

Which brought all activity in the room to a halt

It caused him to hesitate to react to her attack

Pirouetting away from him, she stormed her way out

Everything had gone to plan.  No one would question if she had stolen anything.

Glitter (an acrostic poem)

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Giving those diabolical miniature flakes of metal in their prison

Little shakes with an evil grin on my face

If you hadn’t had crossed the line it wouldn’t have come to this

The trap set, I just sit back with the airhorn and count down

Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.  The horn screams through the night

Resulting in you throwing off your covers, releasing the pile of sparkle into your entire everything.

Scrap (an acrostic poem)

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So many pieces of his soul littered the landscape of his life

Cluttering memories with strong emotions

Reaching down he picked up a shard, careful not to crush it

A bit of a smile flashed across his face

Perhaps it was just the cocoon that he needed to emerge beautiful and ready to fly

Sour (an acrostic poem)

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Scrunching up her face in reaction to sipping the drink

Obviously, it was much tarter than what she was expecting

Uttering a sharp laugh, her partner handed her a sugar cube as an apology

Refusing the cube, she gave it another sip.   It was better this way.

Rice (an acrostic poem)

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Reaching for the fork, she gently fluffed the grains

It helped release some of the steam trapped within, perfuming her face

Cooking might not be her jam, but this simple act made her so happy

Even if the rest of the meal was now charcoal

Impossible (an acrostic poem)

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It might look like things are at their darkest.

Makes picking up your burdens and trying again seems pointless.

Perhaps even preposterous.

Oh, don’t lose faith in yourself.

So many things are doable once you put your mind to it.

Strive to find little successes and chain them in a row.

It matters seeing those breadcrumbs of progress.

Believe that you can climb out of the dark depths.

Lift yourself one bit at a time.

Eventually you will feel the sun of triumph on your face.

Elephant (an acrostic poem)

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Everything evolved to be so different as he grew older and wiser

Little things became huge, the huge things became so small

Every wrinkle in his face captured memories that witnessed a lifetime

Perhaps his reputation was that of a mild mannered servant

However he had sharp, hard tusks that had seen more than one battle

And he had the girth and stature to use them effectively

Not that most of his adversaries tried, and those that did

They usually ended up being trampled underfoot.

Stone (an acrostic poem)

 

So that was the moment he pulled out the engagement ring.

That caught her off guard.  She wasn’t ready yet, but was that her doubt talking?

Only here was the large diamond breaking the light into rainbows in her face.

Now was when she had to make the big decision, not later.  What should she do?

Eventually that became the bedrock of the rest of her life.

 

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