Tale (an acrostic poem)

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Telling a yarn or two sitting around the flickering campfire made Tom happy

As the smoke rose, his words wove an ethereal medium that morphed into great battles and lover’s trysts

Leaving those that heard, speechless, filled with awe, and desperate to experience more

Eventually, the smoke faded away, and with it, Tom. 

Plastic (an acrostic poem)

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Pliable emotions allowed them to bend and not break

Letting the couple withstand so many of life’s issues

And it also let their souls meld into a perfect fit with each other

So it was no surprise to those around that as their features morphed by time’s hands

That it didn’t make a difference to the beauty they saw in each other

It was inspirational to view, to feel

Can something like that be recycled for the betterment of society?

Industry (an acrostic poem)

 

It all started with a glimmer of an idea

Not anything big, barely something you could see if you squinted

Dim as it was, someone saw the importance of it

Under their careful eyes, the idea grew and grew

Soon there was a prototype, then first generation

That morphed into a product that they could be proud of

Releasing it into the world to see how it would be received

Yet already working on what would come next

 

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