Tempest (an acrostic poem)

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The look in his eyes forecast a storm of emotions about to hit

Everything to this point had been smooth sailing on calm seas

Mentioning her name, though, had brought a sudden change for the worse

Pushing himself up out of his chair, he leveled a finger

Everyone was quiet, waiting for the lightning bolt of his anger to strike

So when the finger went back down without a word, well everyone thought the worst had past

That’s when he took one step forward and a rain of fists poured down

Name (an acrostic poem)

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Now, what should he call his invention?

And he knew this was almost more important than the invention itself

Making him wonder if maybe he should shelve the whole stinking kit and kaboodle

Except the WhositwhatsitYouSitISittm was so cool otherwise

Crest (an acrostic poem)

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Certified purebred by the clothes that she wore

Rebel by the purple mohawk she sported

Everything about her was a contradiction

Still, there was no doubt she was her own person

The proprietary monogram she had as a name was proof of that

Award (an acrostic conversation)

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As I give you this certificate of competition, do you have anything to say?”

What?  Are you saying I won?”

And why would you think that?  You’re score placed you dead last”

Right, but I still get a trophy?  You know, for giving it my best shot.”

Don’t be silly.  Trophies are for winners.  You get a piece of paper with your name misspelled on it.”

Hear (an acrostic poem)

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How could you abandon us in our need?

Every day we screamed your name and begged for deliverance.

And yet you did not answer our pleas for help and mercy.

Reality is you were never listening in the first place.

Phone (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps the most antiquated name for such a modern device

Here is a pocket supercomputer

Or a way to send text messages around the globe in a blink of an eye

No one thinks its primary function is to hold a voice conversation anymore

Everyone keeps it on silent and never answers anyway