Protest (an acrostic poem)

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Putting your beliefs out there for all to see

Rallying among people of like mind

Order out of the chaos of the moment

That’s when the cause can gain momentum

Engaging those that were on the fence

Such that the need would codify into a moment written about in history books

That future gatherings would morph into celebration

Posts (an acrostic poem)

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Putting her words out there in the interwebs

Opened herself up to all sorts of criticism

She smiled as she watched her retweets and replies exploded

The more she yanked their chains, the more they gave her satisfaction

So she cracked her knuckles and began her next trolling

Program (an acrostic poem)

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Putting words together on the screen

Results in so many possibilities

Outgrowing the original sum of the whole

Giving life to something that

Revision upon revision created

And each one is a step closer

Making the machine come alive.

Poor (an acrostic poem)

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Putting the food for today on her credit card

Or she would have, but it was denied like usual

Of course, that meant she was going to go hungry again

Really if it happened too much longer and she would get a meal at the emergency room

Replace (an acrostic poem)

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Realizing there are times when you are broken inside

Everything just rattles around and you feel the stabbing of the sharp pieces

Putting that back together would be difficult if not impossible

Leaving what would be left is an incomplete you

As some of the parts would be lost or the edges rounded to leave gaps

Covered with tape and superglue.  Looking in the mirror you don’t recognize your own soul

Embrace a new chance, a new hope, a new you and let the rubble be recycled

Post (an acrostic poem)

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Putting a piece of yourself out into the digital world

Organizing a public persona that the private one hides behind

Still, some of the private part leaks through the online words and pictures

That’s the good/bad of social media.

Tempt (an acrostic poem)

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There was the dark chocolate truffle right there

Egging him on to consume and enjoy the ephemeral experience

Mustering his willpower, he pushed the candy away

Putting him in touch with its shiny ebony brown exterior, but he got up and walked off

The fact that he licked his fingers as he left was totally not a cave

Postage (an acrostic poem)

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Putting letters into envelopes

Outside affixing addresses

Sending them from random mailboxes

That way they can’t trace it back to him

And when his victims open them?

Giving them something they will never forget

Everyone loves a fresh hundred-dollar bill, even if they are homemade

Pick (an acrostic poem)

Putting her money where her mouth is was always difficult

It seemed easier to not think and go with her heart in those circumstances

Casting the dice down the green felted table, she closed her eyes

Knowing that whatever happened, her life was going to be changed forever