Ponder (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps you should sit quietly and think about what if…

Or at least open your mind to the possibilities

Now that you see what is available, you can take action

Determine how to make the changes needed to get there

Everything action leading to the next, but…

Remember all that action stems from the moments of silence.

Chance (an acrostic poem)

Converting luck into action

He tossed the spinning dice from his hand

And as they flew through the air, probabilities spun with them

Not collapsing the distribution curve until done with their dance

Cascading all possibilities into a single outcome

Everything random transforms into fate

Technology (an acrostic poem)

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The mathmagicians cast their spell of logic

Electrical and mechanical design engineers took that energy and gave it physical form

Constructing a simulacrum of silicon and glass

Handing it off to the whisperers of binary

Now they coded in the soul and function of the new beast

Ordering the chaos of all the possibilities of this new creation

Lifting it from an inanimate object

Obscuring the line between animated and animator

Giving the world a new fascination that

You can hold in your hand

Head (an acrostic poem)

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He danced along his mental landscape

Enjoying the infinite possibilities inside his mind

Allowing his imagination to go wild

Determined to escape the reality his meat brain was stuck in

Dice (an acrostic poem)

 

Down to my last chance, I offer a prayer to the lukewarm plastic cubes

I then release them to bound across the table, watching them unleash their chaos

Cartwheeling and spinning among all the possibilities and futures

Eventually coming to rest as tombstones on my luck’s grave

 

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View (an acrostic poem)

Vistas expanded inside her mind

It took her breath away with the possibilities

Everything was there ready for her to take it.  She could see it all

Which is why it was so sad when she walked away.

 

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Glass (an acrostic poem)

Going to shatter expectations

Looking through the possibilities

As if they were bubbles of beer foam

Smashing them back and feeling the hoppy burn

Soon it helped bring things into focus

 

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