Bacon (an acrostic poem)

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Bring on all that smoked pork awesomeness

And let me eat till I want to oink

Can I get an amen, my piggy people?

Oh you might say I am a hog for engorging myself on the crispy pieces of heaven, and you would be correct

Now that being said, does this desire make me a cannibal?

Wide (an acrostic poem)

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Why have such a narrow view of life

It may be natural to focus on oneself

Don’t limit yourself in that way.

Expand to asking what others are experiencing.  You might be surprised at what gifts you discover. 

Towers (an acrostic poem)

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Those pesky trespassers ruined everything

Oh sure, they were trying to “return” his stolen property

Well they could have just left it at the gate and been off, but no, they didn’t want to

Everything might have been fine if his security was worth the payments

Really they might as well have opened the door for the interlopers

See, be nice, give people some jewelry, and that’s how they pay you back!  Medieval!

Hollow (an acrostic poem)

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He was sick of feeling empty inside

Only self-pity seemed to fill the void, and he knew that wasn’t healthy

Looking out over the storm-tossed ocean waves, he wondered what to do

Love felt so far away, somewhere out there past the emotional gray horizon

Of course, even if he got out there it might not help

Walking away from the water, he tried to convince himself that being full wouldn’t feel all that great

Ego (an acrostic poem)

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Everything was about him, and that was the long and short of it

God knew why she couldn’t get that through her diminutive pitiful mind

Of course it might have been because he never told her, but that was her problem

Sign (an acrostic poem)

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So, he looked for hidden meanings in everything around him

It made him paranoid he might miss something that would lead to a preventable catastrophe

Going through life on tiptoe meant that finding anything underfoot caused him to lose mental balance

Now if he only saw that earlier, he might have enjoyed what that foretold

Drug (an acrostic poem)

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Don’t think I can get enough of you

Racing through my veins and making my heart beat hard and fast

Until I feel I might explode from the feeling of pure bliss

Grinning, I whisper into your ear, “Give me another hit.”

Smooth (an acrostic poem)

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Sometimes she didn’t know they were recording the conversation

Might have been a problem for a lot of people, but not for her

Others would hem and haw and stutter, but she was concise and clear

Others would say things they didn’t mean or didn’t want others to hear, she was honest and

That’s why she was happy the whole thing went to court

Here they would what she said in her own voice, and that voice said, “No.”