The lightning and thunder are at his command
His hand holding a spinning Mjolnir
Outside he looks like he is as calm as the eye of a hurricane
Reality was the true storm was raging inside
Thor (an acrostic poem)
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Chance (an acrostic poem)
Converting luck into action
He tossed the spinning dice from his hand
And as they flew through the air, probabilities spun with them
Not collapsing the distribution curve until done with their dance
Cascading all possibilities into a single outcome
Everything random transforms into fate
Technology (an acrostic poem)
The mathmagicians cast their spell of logic
Electrical and mechanical design engineers took that energy and gave it physical form
Constructing a simulacrum of silicon and glass
Handing it off to the whisperers of binary
Now they coded in the soul and function of the new beast
Ordering the chaos of all the possibilities of this new creation
Lifting it from an inanimate object
Obscuring the line between animated and animator
Giving the world a new fascination that
You can hold in your hand
Bones (an acrostic poem)
Been shaking the pair in my hand and wondering
Obviously the way they land is random
Now that wasn’t an appealing thought
Every ounce of him wanted to believe in luck, that now was his time
So when they came up snake eyes, he knew he had been right
Tool (an acrostic poem)
The hammer felt so good in his calloused hand
Only that didn’t seem enough for this task
Opening up the metal box he reached in and pulled out a larger hammer
Looking at his source of frustration he grinned and went to work “fixing it”
Liberty (an acrostic poem)
Leaving the chains behind is just the start
It means helping the formerly enslaved stand up
Being there to lend a hand in moving forward
Enabling them to not only survive but thrive
Reach for those hands across the divide
Trust that the world will be better in the long run
You can help bring justice for all
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Banana (an acrostic poem)
Be tropical, my friends, and call on Saint Belafonte
Allow me to give you a hand with your breakfast to go
Now I know you find me appealing
Ah, but I can be slippery when I’m underfoot
Now come, Mr. Tallyman
And tally me, ‘cause daylight come and I want to go home
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Struggle (an acrostic poem)
So things are getting pretty tough
That might be an understatement
Really it’s moments like these that define who we are
Understanding how to work past pesky problems
Giving each other a hand and cross the finish line together
Going the extra distance because we choose to do so
Looking forward to sharing stories over a cold one at the pub
Enjoying our victory over this…
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Adventure (an acrostic poem)
As you sally forth into your day
Do you practice safe socialization?
Verify sane hand sanitation?
Ensure quarantine if feeling ill?
Now if we all partake this journey together
Then the fellowship will succeed and the foe will be vanquished
Unless we show weakness in solidarity
Releasing the hordes of invaders onto the vulnerable of our clan
Everyone wants to be the hero. Now is your time!
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Theft (an acrostic poem)
Then he realized his heart was missing
He looked around wildly, looking for who had stolen it
Ellen smiled, knowing the answer
Finally, he felt her hand in his and shook his head
That’s when he kissed her and tried to take her breath away
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