Beginning was so tiny that they called it big
And the sound that could not be there, a shot heard throughout the universe
Now we are the echoes of that cosmic starter’s pistol
Giving chase to the ever-fading light
Bang (an acrostic poem)
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Flash (an acrostic poem)
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.”
Chord (an acrostic poem)
Catching emotions in a secret stack of tones
Heartening those who heard, and pleased the Lord
One after another, the fourth, the fifth
Reaching a crescendo in a major lift
Determined to inspire all to sing out “Hallelujah”
An homage to “Hallelujah” by Leonard Cohen
Tale (an acrostic poem)
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)
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)
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)
“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)
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)
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)
“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.”
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