Nocturnal (an acrostic poem)

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Nighttime was when he was awake and alive

Observing his domain as he prowled the streets

Citizens were happily in their beds now

They were dreaming dreams of a light-filled world

Under which people like him were just fragments of lore

Real-world boogeymen who cleaned up society’s messes

Now that suited him just fine

As he enjoyed the peace and quiet of owning the blacktop

Lifting another trashcan, he deposited the contents in the back of the truck before moving on

Optics (an acrostic poem)

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Observing the situation

Puts it in a whole new light

Though many will still try to interfere with the interpretation

It will take total internal reflection on your part to find the solution

Complete focus on the end goal will make it all possible

So everything will be resolved

Window (an acrostic poem)

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We look into each other’s lives and wonder what lies behind those curtains

If others have things so much better than us

Not realizing that as we stare in that they can stare back

Determined to see past our drapes

Observing all the cobwebs and clutter

While wondering why we have it so much better than they do

Outpost (an acrostic poem)

Outside all was quiet except for that ever-present northern wind

Ugly clouds shouted that something bad was coming

That put Kristoff into an even more foul mood

Pulling duty in such a remote Nordic section of the kingdom was horrible

Observing his youth and career slowly blowing away in this wasteland was worse

So deep he was in his musings that he didn’t hear the twang of the released bowstring

The snow soon covered up the red stain