Yawn (an acrostic poem)

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You open your mouth wide open

And nothing but air and odd noises escape

Whisking away a contagious bit of tiredness and projecting it into the world

Never ending as it spreads, until one day the whole universe falls asleep

Clan (an acrostic poem)

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Couldn’t wait to find out what a tartan was, he decided to visit Europe
Leaving New Jersey, he traveled to Scotland
And promised himself he would get a kilt of it as soon as he knew which pattern was the right one
Not understanding that they didn’t have tartans for Americans

Curse (an acrostic poem)

Can’t believe just because I decided to have a bit of fun with this Russian chick that I’m now here

Under the full moon we made out for a while, and everything was cool till she invited me to her place

Really should have said no, but she was like too hot, so I went to her house

So that’s when it got really weird.  Her house had feet.  Chicken feet! I told her she was too freaky for me

Everything happened so quickly.  She took offense, and needless to say, now I’m the one with damn chicken feet!

Pair (an acrostic poem)

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Putting two together was the desired goal of most people

And in some things, she would agree with them. 

It didn’t apply to her socks. People always asked if her dryer ate one of them

Reality was she only bought singles since she usually got dressed in the dark.

Beard (an acrostic poem)

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Been yanking on his face hairs since she was a wee little babe

Every day was a repeat of the last, and he loved every minute of it

And yet, one day she decided she was too old to do it anymore

Reaching for his own face hairs, he gave them a tug

Damn that hurt.  It just wasn’t the same.

Stage (an acrostic poem)

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Someone once said all the world is one of these

That may be so, but not everyone is an actor

As I feel a lot of people decide to spend their time as props

Giving others something to manipulate but not adding much to the plot of history

Enabling them to dodge the question of to be or not to be because they were afraid to perform

Heal (an acrostic poem)

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His heart was shattered into shards that stabbed his soul and made it bleed

Every day he tried to put one or two more pieces back together as best he could

And some days his heart broke more than he fixed it, yet overall

Living slowly got better, forever different, but better

One (an acrostic poem)

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Only person who could fill her days with laughter was gone

Nothing was ever going to bring that twinkle back into her eye

Every sunset she watched and prayed that maybe he would rise in the morning

Prototype (an acrostic poem)

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Putting together yet another try was one of the most satisfying things he did

Reaching down he snapped in the last fitting and took a breath, ready to see if it worked

Of course, building all these iterations was also one of the worst things he could do

They reminded him of the numerous failures he didn’t plan for, that he was a bad engineer

Only he knew there was almost zero chance that the first one would work out of the box

That was the stuff of myths, legends, and dumb luck

Yearning to know if this was the one, he flipped the on switch

Prepared for sparks to fly and flames to claim one more attempt

Except this time it didn’t burn.  It still didn’t work, but that was still progress?