Wise (an acrostic poem)

person holding gray twist pen and white printer paper on brown wooden table

Words tumbled from his fingers and pooled upon the page

Irrigating the fertile ground allowing new thoughts to take root

Slowly those ideas grow tall and strong, awaiting harvest

Examining his crop, he began harvesting those who’s time had come and pruning the rest

Reef (an acrostic poem)

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Reaching out into the crystal blue water

Enticing the multitudes to live among the outstretched fingers

Encircling all in the cycle of life

Frolicking in the changing currents

Write (an acrostic poem)

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Words dribble out of my fingers

Raw unfiltered fragments of imagination

Incandescent with flashes of brilliance

Though often followed by long droughts of darkness

Engulfing everything in shades of mediocrity

Crease (an acrostic poem)

 

Cutting and tape would be cheating

Realize the Zen of proper folding

Elephants and cranes made of paper

As fingers show off their dexterity

Solemnly teasing out a third dimension from two

Evoking the surreal as its goal

 

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Brush (an acrostic poem)

 

Black hair slowly pulled through his fingers

Releasing the locks he began to get to work

Unkempt snarls scraped by, but he gently unraveled them

Soon he was able to sweep his hands through easily

Her moans of pleasure reminded him how much he liked being a hairdresser

 

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Deal (an acrostic poem)

Don’t you understand how good of a price this is?

Even shipping and handling is free, so how can you pass on this?

And if you want two, well we’ll throw that second one in on us.

Let your fingers do the walking and call us now.  Operators are standing by.

 

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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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King (an acrostic poem)

Knowing how to rule with a light touch

Isaac was a benevolent ruler until he tried to reach too far

Now he was holding on for dear life as his realm slipped through his fingers

Giving up the crown was easy after they chopped off his hands

 

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