Trend (an acrostic poem)

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The sky is the limit

Really, everything is coming up roses

Except, of course, when it’s all burning down

Now that’s when everything is just going to hell

Don’t worry, it will all be just fine

Poke (an acrostic poem)

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Pushing her to her limit

Only she couldn’t react

Knowing it would just encourage him

Except he was so cute when his pudgy toddler finger pushed her tummy and he squeaked …

Limit (an acrostic poem)

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Looking for that little bit more

I push the pace past what was comfortable into the red zone

Making me breathe harder, faster

It rips a growl from my soul as hit that wall

Then I break through that ceiling.  On to that next level.

Vessel (an acrostic poem)

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Vehicle for fluids is raised for another toast

Enables waking dreams as you stumble being possessed

Sometimes you can host a multitude of different spirits simultaneously

Such as wine, beer, and hard liquors

Enough visitors that you reach your max occupancy limit, and you’re forced outside your body

Leaving you empty and full of yourself at the same time

Baker (an acrostic poem)

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Bountiful buttery baked breads

Announced themselves with heady smells that promised

Killer carbs that would have you begging to die

Even though stuffing one more loaf into your piehole makes you shudder

Reaching that limit, then pushing past it is a sign of a magnificent…