Chart (an acrostic poem)

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Creating pictures to represent data

Has a power unto its own

And we react to that image in about a half a second

Reaching conclusions without really knowing the story behind it

That is why even though a picture is a thousand words, they could all be lies

Truth (an acrostic poem)

 

They were so worried about all the lies

Reading through forum after forum to authenticate facts

Until their eyes crossed with information overload

That was when they discovered a fact that superseded all others

How few people actually really cared

 

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Create (an acrostic poem)

Can’t make anything out of nothing

Really that’s a crock of bull

Everyone knows storytellers weave lies into whole cloth

And wrap you up inside nice and snug

That’s the stuff godhood is made of

Even if the magic eventually fades into memory

 

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Lies Hurt (an acrostic poem)

Little white ones are okay

If you don’t want to bruise their feelings, right?

Even if you should be honest, face it

So many more times they edge towards they gray

 

Here is the true balancing act

Until you find where the white gets dirty

Really you are golden

Then you finally cross that line, and you did, didn’t you?

 

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Torqued (an acrostic poem)

Twisted thoughts tumbled from his lips

Outwardly he kept his face smooth and composed

Really on the inside, he was spinning in tight circles

Quitting the torrent of lies, he took a deep breath

Unsure his verbal torrent had convinced her of anything

Eventually, he decided to throw in the truth to see what that would do

Definitely hadn’t expected the truth to have such an impact

 

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A Fib (Fib #1)

A fib is a poem where each line must contain the appropriate number of syllables for its entry in the Fibonacci series.  The Fibonacci series starts out with the numbers zero and one; successive entries in the series are formed by adding the previous two (so the Fibonacci sequence starts out like 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34…).  So this is my try at a fib.

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Jen?

Jen!

Why you?

I loved you,

And yet you dumped me.

All because of my choice of cheese,

Or my inability to cook a four star meal.

Though to be honest, I think it was that guy who fed you lies, but you said it was me.