Paint (an acrostic poem)

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Putting color onto the canvas brought a smile to his face and chase away his frustrations

As the white disappeared behind his assured strokes, his happiness grew

It was cathartic to brush in his happy little trees standing tall

Nothing could ruin his mood now

This is where all his mistakes were opportunities

Meal (an acrostic poem)

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Making food always made him feel both happy and sad.

Every morsel that left his kitchen was a love note to those who ordered it.

A loving response was an empty plate that came back, ready to be cleaned for a new missive.

Leaving food on the plate meant rejection and left him wondering what went wrong.

Spade (an acrostic poem)

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So she looked at all of those diamonds
Perhaps it would be best to fold and give up, but then what would that accomplish
All she knew was she had a chance, so she went all in
Dealer put down the river and she knew she was flushed
Even though diamonds are a girl’s best friend, she was happy with a ….

Cash (an acrostic poem)

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Couldn’t spend his money fast enough

All the things were needed, and they were needed yesterday

So when he went to check out, he was short the amount needed

He looked to his mom.  She sighed and pulled out her credit card. Happy birthday?

Scrape (an acrostic poem)

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She scooped out the contents of her soon-to-be jack-o-lantern

Copious amounts of sticky wet goop went plop as it was deposited into the garbage

Releasing a scent that wasn’t as fowl as she had anticipated as the knife cleaned the sides

After a bit more grunt work, the task was finished

Putting her candle inside, the glow from the eyes and mouth gave the room a ghoulish glow

Emmet said he never used his head, so she was happy to use it for him

Tale (an acrostic poem)

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Telling a yarn or two sitting around the flickering campfire made Tom happy

As the smoke rose, his words wove an ethereal medium that morphed into great battles and lover’s trysts

Leaving those that heard, speechless, filled with awe, and desperate to experience more

Eventually, the smoke faded away, and with it, Tom. 

Cup (an acrostic poem)

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Clutching her goblet, she poured the wine down her throat

Until they all kneeled before her, she would never be happy

Perhaps that was the alcohol talking, but she liked what it was saying

Slice (an acrostic poem)

She held the knife in two hands like a samurai sword.

Looking at the watermelon, her sworn enemy, she bowed her head.

It was going to be a battle to the death, but she didn’t feel like dying tonight!

Cutting deftly, the watermelon never had a chance and soon it was bleeding chunks on her counter.

Extremely happy with herself, she popped a piece in her mouth and spit out the seeds.

Smooth (an acrostic poem)

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Sometimes she didn’t know they were recording the conversation

Might have been a problem for a lot of people, but not for her

Others would hem and haw and stutter, but she was concise and clear

Others would say things they didn’t mean or didn’t want others to hear, she was honest and

That’s why she was happy the whole thing went to court

Here they would what she said in her own voice, and that voice said, “No.”