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. 

Ear (an acrostic poem)

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Everything he heard was a gift ever since he received his hearing aids

And this coincided with his daughter having her first lesson for the French horn.  How exciting!

Realized the next day, when she began to practice, that the off switch on them was a blessing as well.

Erode (an acrostic poem)

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Eveline felt the ground beneath her feet crumble

Removing what firm standing she had in this reality

Other worlds flashed before her falling eyes

Diminishing into dots as she sped by, but she thought she still heard her friends somehow

Everyone was concerned when Eveline went catatonic again.  It was so tragic.

Stone (an acrostic conversation)

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Some heavy rocks you’ve got there.”

Thanks, I’ve been growing them all my life.”

Okay… growing rocks? Never heard of that.”

No kidding?  It’s all the rage.  Ever heard of Stonehenge?”

Everyone has… Wait, now that makes sense!”

Gamble (an acrostic poem)

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Giving a toss of the dice, he closed his eyes

And projected the vision he needed as he heard them hit the table

Maybe if he truly believe, his luck would decide to work

But belief and seven bucks would buy him a venti latte at Starbucks

Looking at the pips he shook his head dejectedly. He’d have to go to work tomorrow

Except it wasn’t time to leave yet. He pulled out the last of his bankroll

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…”

Sell (an acrostic conversation)

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So I heard you are looking for a thing.”

Everyone is looking for a thing.  Can you be more specific?”

Listen, if I tell you more the price is going to quadruple.  So what do you say?”

Let me think about it.”

Speak (an acrostic poem)

 

Send your voice out into the world

Preach the truths that are on your heart

Embrace the things that make you, you

All I ask is that you let others take the floor

Know that their words need to be heard as well

 

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