Passion (an acrostic poem)

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Putting the focused energy of emotion into the “thing”

And feeling like even if it doesn’t work, well you are still one step closer

Such that you recognize that the wall exists

So you can dig under it, climb over it, blow it up, make a tunnel through

If you don’t have that focus, that wall hurts to run into

Once, twice you will run into it and then wander off because it is too much

Never finding out what is on the other side

Festival (an acrostic poem)

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Feasting on some tasty thigh meat

Ernie thought this celebration during Yuletide was the best

As there were so many yummy dishes to choose from

The more unusual the better, of course, to a gastronome like himself

It was for this particular moment that he wrote that silly repetitious song so long ago

Vivid imagery that was in the song focused on each of the dozen dishes that he now partook

And it always made him laugh when he crossed the Veil and heard one of the meat sacks sing it

Lifting another hunk of milkmaid on top of his piece drummer, he hummed “five golden rings…”

Factory (an acrostic poem)

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Focused on manufacturing

And maximizing profits

Creating parts and pieces for consumption

Then spitting them out into the hopefully accepting world

Ordering the chaos of creation into ridged steps

Reaching for peek throughput and yields

Yet that damn Murphy was always on the visitor’s list

Fade In (an acrostic poem)

Focus was off, so everything was blurry

Adjusting the lens brought clarity to the image

Directing her to begin, the camera started to record

Everyone focused and he yelled, “Action.”

 

It meant that the movie was now underway

Now to make the magic happen

 

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Crush (an acrostic poem)

Cupid struck him right upside his head

Reducing him to a puddle at her feet

Unhinged he lobbed a lopsided grin her direction

She didn’t catch it at all as she focused his wingman

Her mind went to mush as Cupid played his sick game

 

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Goals (an acrostic poem)

Gratification was Mary’s idea of winning

Ordinarily she was focused on herself since she knew that audience

And now should be no different, and yet

Looking into the puppy’s eyes melted her heart

So her new mission in life was to help that pup live to the fullest

 

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