Last (an acrostic poem)

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Living at the end of the line

As she watches people cut in up ahead

She should be really upset at having to wait longer but,

The fact she doesn’t have to go home yet made her so safe and happy

Prop (an acrostic conversation)

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“People are going to see right through this.”

“Really? All you need to do is smile and nod when talked to.”

“Others are going to think that’s weird behavior for a boyfriend.”

“People don’t care about you. I just need another bangle on my arm for decoration.”

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

Ground (an acrostic poem)

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Gripping the dirt like he was afraid to fall into the sky

Really it was his muscles clenching all at once

Outside the thunder rumbled, marking sonically where he had been zapped

Under those angry clouds, the smell of ozone persisted

Not that the people with the ski masks on noticed.  They were too busy trying to flee, but they

Didn’t have time because Thor stood back up and smiled.  “Now it’s my turn.”

Open (an acrostic poem)

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Outside she was closed, boarded up with locks and everything

People passing by saw there was absolutely no way in

Except that one guy that came by every day and sat there and listened

Now they are each other’s happily ever after

Lore (an acrostic poem)

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Library of cultural knowledge

Orally transferred from generation to generation

Recycling both fact and fiction interwoven

Enveloping a people with their blanket of tradition

Social (an acrostic poem)

back view of woman in blue dress sitting on the shore

So many people together in close proximity

Ordinarily that could be a fun time for the crowd

Covid changed that dynamic greatly

It forced us to find other ways to be close while being farther apart

And while it wasn’t perfect, it was sometimes enough

Letting us dip our toes into the sea of being…

Push (an acrostic poem)

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People milled around the in-ground pool enjoying their cocktails

Until two voices dominated the soundscape with their disagreement

Suddenly silence crashed into existence

However the splashing soon followed

Share (an acrostic conversation)

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So I shouldn’t contribute by telling them about my latest bowel movement?”

How should I parcel out this… No!”

And why not.  They showed interest by asking.  I was being honest.”

Really people don’t care about your experience when they ask that.  They are just being polite”

Evidently so, but I refuse to capitulate to your norms.  I was brought up to…”

Crisps (an acrostic poem)

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Crunchy chips deliver their payload of salt and carbs

Rallying my taste buds into a feeding frenzy

It becomes an addictive craving that must be met

Soon the bag is consumed, and I look around

People at the grocery store are looking at me weirdly

So what you’re saying is should have waited till I got home?