Pencil (an acrostic poem)

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People say the pen is mightier than the sword

Except they are missing the point, the manually sharpened point

Now you could include mechanical versions, but that is such a lazy game

Can’t use all geometric aspects of the lead to create crisp lines to gentle shading

It is a uni-tasker, and as such fits more of the pen diatribe

Let’s admit it, all the power you need is located in a good No. 2…

Suit (an acrostic poem)

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Standing in front of the mirror, he feels vulnerable

Until he starts the process of putting on his armor

It’s part the ritual and part the layers of protection.

That makes him feel invulnerable, especially with the addition of the power tie.

Chart (an acrostic poem)

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Creating pictures to represent data

Has a power unto its own

And we react to that image in about a half a second

Reaching conclusions without really knowing the story behind it

That is why even though a picture is a thousand words, they could all be lies

Armor (an acrostic poem)

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As her alarm heralded a new call to battle

Randi braced herself for another day in the trenches

Making her coffee extra strong, it sent her heart racing

On went her power suit and matching shoe briefcase combo

Reaching for her favorite pen, she was ready for war

Power (an acrostic poem)

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Punish the oppressed

Obliterate all knowledge of their humanity

We can blame them for the problems they have

Even if we were the ones who perpetuated them

Really it as simple of an abuse as that

Royal (an acrostic poem)

 

Reigning over everything he could see

Oliver placed his fists on his hips and chuckled

Yes, this is what supreme power felt like

And then his dreams and delusions shattered

Lily walked in and handed him a mop and bucket

 

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Rise Up (an acrostic poem)

Reach deep down inside of you when you feel dead

It’s there where you’re power resides

Set it loose upon your world

Everyone will fear your inner zombie

 

Undead and dangerous, you climb out of your energy grave

Pushing upright you shuffle off to find your brains

 

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Lights (an acrostic poem)

Looking for the switch, Maribelle stumbled in the dark

It didn’t get any better when she managed to find it

Giving it a flick did nothing to illuminate the situation

Her worst fears were confirmed, the power was out

That meant she had to fend for herself on this dark night

So when she struck her head on the low hanging beam she was blinded by the …

Fatherhood In These Modern Times (a 150 word story)

The simple sound of a baby crying pierced the night, causing Bob to bleed from his stubbed toe as he became the first responder.  The little bundle of joy was empty of joy, and thus the alarm was going off, but Bob couldn’t find the off switch, even after changing the wet encasing.  He tried moving it around to activate the snooze, but that didn’t work either.  Soon he decided that the alarm was a low energy notice.  He plugged the baby into the recharging device and watched the fluid level on the device drain to zero.  The recharge worked, as the baby went back into low power sleep mode.  Bob thought about putting the baby where it belonged but worried that the jostling alarm had been reset, and he was worried about setting it off.  Instead, he closed his eyes and snuggled the sleeping baby close to his heart.

 

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Gauntlet (an acrostic poem)

Gaining ultimate power, but losing your soul

Anyone want to take that that offer

Useless ideas littering the ruined battlescape

Nearing the end of all that is known

Tell me again, are you interested?

Leave your soul at the door and come on in

Everything will be a different of your choosing

Too bad you really don’t have a choice

 

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