Soul (an acrostic poem)

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Sold that ratty old thing on the black market

Of course they didn’t realize what they were getting

Until they took possession.  Buyers beware.

Leaving my red haired head, cracked halo, and broken black wings one PlayStation 5 richer.

Limit (an acrostic poem)

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Looking for that little bit more

I push the pace past what was comfortable into the red zone

Making me breathe harder, faster

It rips a growl from my soul as hit that wall

Then I break through that ceiling.  On to that next level.

Style (an acrostic poem)

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Stripes of red and yellow paired with polka dots

That were purple and orange

Yelled out loud that she had entered the room

Leaving no doubt in her confident defiance of the norms

Everyone envied Grandma’s audacity

Explode (an acrostic poem)

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Everyone is waiting for the election results

Xantax has become the concession of choice as we watch

Purple states become more red or more blue

Leading to highs and lows for both sides

Only at the end of it all

Do we accept the results and figure out what is next or

Everything going to go big boom?

Outpost (an acrostic poem)

Outside all was quiet except for that ever-present northern wind

Ugly clouds shouted that something bad was coming

That put Kristoff into an even more foul mood

Pulling duty in such a remote Nordic section of the kingdom was horrible

Observing his youth and career slowly blowing away in this wasteland was worse

So deep he was in his musings that he didn’t hear the twang of the released bowstring

The snow soon covered up the red stain

Disgusting (an acrostic poem)

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Dominic looked at his fouled sneakers

It had started so simply that morning

Snuggling in his warm covers as the sunlight crept into the window

Getting up he put on his running gear and headed out to the trail

Under the red and orange leaves he began to jog

Soon his breath was ragged as he pushed himself harder and farther

That was when he felt that dreaded hard intestinal clenching

It made him stop and look around, but there were people everywhere

Now he tried to walk back, but about half way there he lost the battle

Giving the term “the runs” an added meaning

Sparkle (an acrostic poem)

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She wanted to feel special

Puckering up she put on her bright red lipstick

And her dazzling blue eyeliner

Reaching for her glittery teal eye shadow, she applied it liberally

Knowing it was almost time for her date, she began to get excited…

Liam smiled when he saw his twelve-year-old daughter make her entrance

Everything she did shouted how important she was to him.  Their dinner together was going to be special.