Fan (an acrostic poem)

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Forcing air to get its behind moving in front of the spinning tines

As the blades cut up the parts that lollygagged behind

Nothing will ever be the same ever again

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Focused obsessively on the one-way relationship she had with Him

Always finding out of the way moments to try to finally be with Him

Now that restraining order will be a problem, but it won’t stop her love of Him

Reign (an acrostic poem)

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Reach for the crown and rip it off the previous owner’s decapitated head

Embrace the fact that it is your time to be the one

It can’t be hard as evidenced by the person you just dethroned

Go on.  Impose your will upon those below you that don’t know any better

Nothing can possibly go wrong now…

Zip (an acrostic poem)

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Zero chance that anything will work now

If the flames hadn’t destroyed it, then the water that doused the fire had

Putting them back to having nothing

North (an acrostic conversation)

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“Nothing to do now but go up on the map!”

“Okay, but aren’t there polar bears up there?”

“Really you would have to go pretty far to get to those.”

“That still means there are a chance of polar bears.  I would rather go south.”

“Have you seen how crazy penguins are?  No way!  Uh-uh!”

Lens (an acrostic poem)

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Looking through the telescope

Everything looks so much closer

Nothing is beyond his ability to observe

So the only reason he stopped was because the police knocked

Contrast (an acrostic poem)

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Cold, cold logic sets fire to my imagination

Oblivious to the pain, I draw out tears of joy

Nothing can stop me but myself

That’s what makes creating so hard.  It’s destroying simple things

Reaching the basic elements and then building complex structures on them

Always digging deeper and climbing higher

Searching for the thing that is always with you

That is the war of the abstract and realism that defines me

Odin (an acrostic poem)

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Only the Allfather could see all with one eye

Donning his broad hat instead of a crown

It might have made him look simple

Nothing could be further from the truth

Empty (an acrostic poem)

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Everything felt numb inside

Making him crave something, anything to fill that void

Pushing him to do crazier and crazier things

Though nothing seemed to help

Yet it did lead him to believe he was broken

Funny (an acrostic poem)

Furiously looking for the punchline

Underneath the dross of reality

Nothing there could tease an honest chuckle out of his lips

Nothing warmed his shivering cold soul

Yet his comedy gave the world what he could never have

Nail (an acrostic poem)

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Nothing like hitting it on the head with

All the subtly of smashing things with a hammer

It made all of his friends nervous

Like when he was around they kept biting their…