Massage (an acrostic poem)

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Manipulating the data to make it relax

And at the same time stimulate the viewer to see the answers contained within

So, it should come to no surprise that, at times, the data might be stretched too far

Snapping off the meaning from the numbers

And creating a new thesis from the ether

Giving a new discourse that never even had a whisper

Exist in the original census of the world

Dial (an acrostic poem)

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Digits scattered around in a ritualistic circle

It spun and clicked as it began its spell

And soon there were disembodied voices talking from the other side

Listen close and you might hear grandma

Bet (an acrostic poem)

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Being able to double down on his wager

Enabled him to make a possible life-changing venture

The chances of this working out might be small, but this was his time

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

Chain (an acrostic Poem)

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Connecting the dots ways always the easy part

Hard part was then making the dominoes fall in order

As so many factors had to be juggled for the Rube Goldberg plan to work

It was almost something straight from a summer blockbuster

Not that he had to worry about.  The first link broke leaving him dreaming of what might have been

Wonder (an acrostic poem)

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What she loved to do was count the stars in the night sky

Only she knew she could never get an accurate number

Not once did she let it stop her from what she perceived was her duty

Determined to be a witness to every star’s existence in its moment of time

Everything comes to an end, and one day she might be the only one to notice

Remembering the dot of light for what it might have been before it wasn’t there anymore

Comb (an acrostic poem)

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Couldn’t get her hair to behave

Opposite of that as a matter of fact

Might be because it had minds of its own

Because her snakes were mad she had tried to use a…

Tuna (an acrostic poem)

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The fish swarmed the small net.

Until that moment, Charlie was not that popular of a fish

Now they were Charlie’s army.  They swarmed in and swam with all their might

And the net snapped, allowing all of them to carry off Charlie as the music swelled