Early (an acrostic poem)

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Every day he tried to get to work on time, but he was always late

And every day his boss would threaten to fire him before letting him get to work

Risking his employment might not have been the smartest thing in the world, but he had problems

Look, he wasn’t a morning person, but he would work till well past midnight

You know what, maybe he wasn’t late, but since he worked deep into the night, maybe he was really…

Coal (an acrostic poem)

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Chucking the little black nuggets onto the embers of the fire and soon they burst into flame

Outputting more heat to warm up the chilly cabin

And to think people called him a dinosaur when he burnt his favorite fuel

Look, he was just freeing his spiritual ancestors’ souls in exchange for warmth

Crayon (an acrostic poem)

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Crayola’s yellow box made his eyes go wide.

Realizing all one hundred twenty colors inside were his to work with.

And that thought had him wondering what he should color first.

Yukon forests?  Dragons breathing fire on a horde of gold? Something from the Matrix?

Of course, he could let his imagination run wild and do something totally out of the box.

Next moment he was using a heat gun to make a three-dimensional sunset!

Mucus (an acrostic poem)

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My goodness, I am drowning

Under my own body’s immune system response

Can’t breathe, my throat is on fire, my voice is silenced

Useless coughing causes my core to ache

Sneezing to loosen up the solid wall of …

Beat (an acrostic poem)

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Breathing in sync with the bass drum

Every nerve on fire with the energy of the guitar solo

As her feet began to move to the groove

That was a problem when she saw the flashing lights in her rearview mirror

Sphere (an acrostic poem)

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Suns spun in their gravitational dance around the galaxy

Planets pulled around and around each of those hot balls of nuclear fire

How amazing it was that the cosmic dance continued since time eternal

Every clear night she looked up at the dancers above

Reveling in the opportunity to study the performance

Embracing the challenge of cyphering out the music

She loved astrophysics

Wine (an acrostic poem)

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White Zinfandel sparkled in the glow of the fire

Its hints of sour apple and honey played with

Notes of pine and citrus. The calming taste helped with her stress level

Especially needed since she was watching her house burn

Night (an acrostic poem)

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Now, now is the time to strike back

Igniting the passions of the oppressed

Giving the darkness a soul of fire and destruction

Hell’s gates have broken, and we are not going back

To our oppressors, flee.  We will do more than just go bump in the …

Legend (an acrostic poem)

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Leaving it all behind was going to be hard

Everyone knew her name, her story

Giving up everything to save their nation and their world

Eventually losing her left eye and arm in the dragon’s fire

Now she quietly sits in the town square every day and enjoys what sun there is

Determined to let her legacy pass into myth and…

Roof (an acrostic poem)

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Raise the top part of the dwelling

Or the outer ceiling, the outer ceiling, the outer ceiling is on fire

Or that thing about a more folksy violinist on the shingles

For one last one, You’re what?      Tin Parapet!         Rusted!