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
Beat (an acrostic poem)
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Sphere (an acrostic poem)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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!
Zip (an acrostic poem)
Zero chance that anything will work now
If the flames hadn’t destroyed it, then the water that doused the fire had
Putting them back to having nothing
Flame (an acrostic poem)
Fire climbing high into the sky
Lighting her eyes in a way that was magical
And the image made his heart skip a beat
Maybe that’s why it didn’t hurt as much
Even as the knife plunged deep into his chest
Contrast (an acrostic poem)
Cold, cold logic sets fire to my imagination
Oblivious to the pain, I draw out tears of joy
Nothing can stop me but myself
That’s what makes creating so hard. It’s destroying simple things
Reaching the basic elements and then building complex structures on them
Always digging deeper and climbing higher
Searching for the thing that is always with you
That is the war of the abstract and realism that defines me
Magnify (an acrostic conversation)
“More sun, more ants., more fire More sun, more ants, more fire!”
“And you say you don’t have anger issues?”
“Give me a break. At least I’m not trying to fry you.”
“Nope, just innocent creatures going on their merry way”
“If it makes you feel any better, these are the ones that ruined your picnic”
“For real? How do you know?”
‘You look up close. They’re still suffering from the epic heartburn”
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