Layers (an acrostic poem)

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Looking through sheet after sheet of code and information, trying to find his traces

As she peeled back the Tor “onion” server

Yielding few results from her computer forensic investigation

Everything was a matter of time, though

Ridding all traces of her initial hack of the system was well worth the effort

So the things she left behind would point an arrow only to him

Block (an acrostic poem)

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Being on social media can be so draining

Left and right posts about hot takes and hot button issues

Or the unwanted advances of strangers into personal headspaces

Can make you want to flee and hide under an analog rock

Know that there is a button that might help put a stop to that

Legend (an acrostic poem)

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Leaving it all behind was going to be hard

Everyone knew her name, her story

Giving up everything to save their nation and their world

Eventually losing her left eye and arm in the dragon’s fire

Now she quietly sits in the town square every day and enjoys what sun there is

Determined to let her legacy pass into myth and…

Hovel (an acrostic poem)

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Home is home, but sometimes you just live in a place

Outside is allowed to get ragged, inside things are just left where they are

Vistas of unkept memories and mementos cast aside without a care

Eclipsing all hopes of doing something about it, to make it a livable space

Leaving you to wonder if it is just a condemned dwelling, or a wasted life

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…

Star (an acrostic poem)

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Supernova hatred exploded from Jim.

The waves of revulsion swept over Andy, knocking him back a step.

Andy worried about what was left of the man who used to be his best friend.

Realizing that now a black hole was where Jim’s heart used to be.

Pouch (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps he pretty much was a slouch

Obviously because he never left his couch

Under that gut he had quite the brain I can avouch

Could be churlish and his taste quite louche

He made his money from selling his indoor poncho with a built in …

Yard (an acrostic poem)

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You can’t measure greatness with a ruler they say

And that might be true for most things

Reacting to a fastball and sending it towering the other way

Defines the exception as they measure how far it as it left the…