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 …

Block (an acrostic poem)

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Being on social media can be so draining

Left and right posts about hot takes and hot button issues

Or the unwanted advances of strangers into personal headspaces

Can make you want to flee and hide under an analog rock

Know that there is a button that might help put a stop to that

Ground (an acrostic poem)

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Gripping the dirt like he was afraid to fall into the sky

Really it was his muscles clenching all at once

Outside the thunder rumbled, marking sonically where he had been zapped

Under those angry clouds, the smell of ozone persisted

Not that the people with the ski masks on noticed.  They were too busy trying to flee, but they

Didn’t have time because Thor stood back up and smiled.  “Now it’s my turn.”

Thunder (an acrostic poem)

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The storm crashed through the valley

Heaving tree branches and debris to-and-fro

Until there seemed to a charged pause

Negative particles madly dash from sky to ground

Determined to find a place to rest

Except that outbreak from the heavens causes heated air to flee the scene

Resulting in colder air to rush in and clap at the drama of it all

Ominous (an acrostic poem)

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Outside, the darkness was pierced by the full moon

Making the fallen leaves look hauntingly surreal

It was then we she heard the sound of something approaching

Nearer it got, the faster it seemed to be moving, the louder it became, the harder her heart beat

Old primal fears rose from the depths of her hindbrain.  She began to flee the sound

Undulating ground eventually caught her foot causing her to sprawl to the ground

Still, the sounds were getting closer, faster, louder.

Dust (an acrostic poem)

Drawn by the motes dancing in the sunbeam

Uncle Ralph stared happily at their ballet

Suddenly he jumped into the beam to join them

The sneeze that followed cause all his dance partners to flee

 

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Ocean (an acrostic poem)

On the horizon sits infinity

Challenging my prominence in the universe

Encouraging me to flee back to the finite

And yet here I am, my feet at the very edge

Now should I take the plunge?