Flash (an acrostic poem)

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Flickering lights were the first things he noticed as he awoke, dazed, confused, and hung over

Laying on the asphalt, he tried to roll off his back but found he couldn’t

As if he was stuck there by the hand of God, all he could see were

Strobing lights pulsating across the cloud-infested night sky

He began to cry when he heard his brother say, “Told you superglue would work.”

Ugly (an acrostic poem)

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Under the harsh bathroom light, he looked hideous.

Going on this date was such a bad idea.

Leaving her alone would be better than returning to their table, wouldn’t it?

Yet when they left the restaurant she held his hand, and he wondered why.

Fried (an acrostic poem)

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Fast-food restaurant grease ran down his chubby fingers.

Reaching for the cup of bubbly sugar water to wash it down, he took a long swig.

It tasted so so good. He snatched up his burger and took another ferocious bite.

Eventually, the stuffing of his face subsided and he turned back to the problem at hand.

Differential equations had destroyed his brain, but after that carb load, it was time to strike back!

Dummy (an acrostic poem)

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Don’t tell me what to say

Unless you think you have your hand up my ass

My maker gave me a mouth, and I damn well will use it myself

Maybe you can make others turn their heads and move their arms to your whims

Yet you will never make me your wood-headed puppet, you ….

Uh-Oh (an acrostic poem)

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Unbeknownst to him, the fix was in for the card game

His opponents had stacked the deck and bought the dealer’s conscience

Once the hand was dealt, he didn’t even look and went all in.  They all smiled as they joined him.

He revealed his cards with his right hand and his gun with his left.  Both gave him the win   

Lottery (an acrostic poem)

Living day to day, depending on his luck for sustenance

Orbiting his need for money and his need to be creative

The two pulling in opposite directions, their tidal forces ripping him apart

Today was a day where art and hunger went hand in hand as he painted

Every ounce of his imagination was placed on the canvas stroke by stroke

Revealing a mixture of magic and his soul, bound in sweat and paint

Yet it didn’t sell, leaving him destitute and feeling like he lost at life

Fear (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing on what caused him to tremble

Embracing the terror he held in his hand

Allowed him to rise above that base emotion and use it to his advantage

Reaching for the top of the box he opened it and asked, “Will you marry me?”

Tiny (an acrostic poem)

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The enormity of the situation was not lost on Joy.

It made everyone around her pause and take notice of how bad it was getting

Nothing in her life had prepared her for what was to come

Yet the feel of her baby daughter’s hand wrapped around her finger gave her hope.

Goose (an acrostic poem)

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Getting aggressive during play fighting

Oblivious to the dangers at hand

Outside the air was turbulent with drama

Such that the only thing you could do to get out of the spinning rut was eject from the situation.

Except that damn glass ceiling got in the way, killing any hope of promotion

Range (an acrostic poem)

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Risking it all on a forty-footer

And as the basketball left her hand, the clocks went to all zeroes

Now it was now all physics, the skill was already committed

Google clutch, and it would show this shot if it goes in

Everyone waited seemingly forever as the ball bounced on the rim once, twice…