Cutting out moments in time
Licking and sticking them into her memory
It made her happy collating all of them
Putting the rest of the dross in the recycle bin
Clip (an acrostic poem)
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Cliff (an acrostic poem)
Coming up to the edge and looking down
Leaves her feeling butterflies in the stomach and light headed
It makes her feel like she could fly if she just had faith and took that last step.
Focusing on that feeling, she makes her decision and closes her eyes, allowing herself to drop
Falling backward, she lands on a pillow of grass, happy with her choice
Instrument (an acrostic poem)
It felt like Bob was being played
Not that the rest of his bandmates would agree
Songwriting was his thing, coming up with melodies and words, but harmonies…
That’s why Bob had to admit producing was not his forte
Ron was the guy arranging all his songs, and Bob was usually happy with that
Until Ron was insistent that this idea would put the song over the top
Meaning he should buy into it, trust Ron and the process
Except this idea seemed so dumb that he just couldn’t get behind it
Now everyone was staring at him wondering why he wouldn’t at least try, but
There was no way that a ballad needed more cowbell!
Last (an acrostic poem)
Living at the end of the line
As she watches people cut in up ahead
She should be really upset at having to wait longer but,
The fact she doesn’t have to go home yet made her so safe and happy
Shame (an acrostic poem)
So many wanted her to stay inside the box of their construction
Happy and content with the societal norms
All she wanted to do was be free, to be herself
Maybe if they all accepted that she would have bloomed
Except they belittled her for being different till she hid away her truth until it was gone
Rice (an acrostic poem)
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Reaching for the fork, she gently fluffed the grains
It helped release some of the steam trapped within, perfuming her face
Cooking might not be her jam, but this simple act made her so happy
Even if the rest of the meal was now charcoal
Pop (an acrostic poem)
Puncturing that pompous balloon made me happy.
Observing his collapse to his mental floor a mere shell of his old ego gave me was the highlight of my day.
Perhaps I better worry that someone might do the same to me?
Transport (an acrostic poem)
There were times he just wanted to get away
Race from wherever he was to someplace new
A place where no one knew him
No way that was going to happen now
So many things had happened over the past few years
People recognized him everywhere
Only if he could go back to being a nobody would he be truly happy
Reaching for his wine glass he raised a toast to himself
That’s what you get when you figure out the path to making it big
Shape (an acrostic poem)
So he was happy with being a circle
He liked that better than being a square
And he loved all the food pyramid equally
Perhaps he should have used the heart attack as a stop sign, but…
Eventually it caught up to him, and he was placed in a rectangle box
Dig (an acrostic poem)
Delving deep into the vowels of the earth
It made her happy with all the ease
Groans escaped from her girlfriend at the inhumane punnishment
Never Short On Words 