Corn (an acrostic poem)

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Crispy fluffy white popped kernels pour out of the kettle

Obscene amounts of liquid butter soon flow over the alabaster landscape slightly seasoned with salt

Releasing that signature smell in the air that screams movie time

Now for the show that is me consuming of this mountain of magnificence

Grill (an acrostic poem)

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Good char slowly developed on the wieners

Releasing their juices to drip onto the hungry flames below

It made a pleasing aroma to those gathered around

Leaving them to contemplate the communal feast they were about to partake

Loving the dog days of summer

Swarm (an acrostic poem)

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So many annoyances buzzing all around.

Why are they picking on me?

All I want to do is swat at these bothersome gits

Releasing me to get on with my life

Maybe if I bought one of those electric zappers

Industry (an acrostic poem)

 

It all started with a glimmer of an idea

Not anything big, barely something you could see if you squinted

Dim as it was, someone saw the importance of it

Under their careful eyes, the idea grew and grew

Soon there was a prototype, then first generation

That morphed into a product that they could be proud of

Releasing it into the world to see how it would be received

Yet already working on what would come next

 

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Anchor (an acrostic poem)

 

Adrift in a sea of high emotions

No sunrise on the horizon to be found

Caution blew away with the high winds hours ago

Hearing the waves pounding on the rocks

Only thing he could safely do was ground himself against the current

Releasing the weight, he felt it plunge deep and hold, but for how long

 

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Brush (an acrostic poem)

 

Black hair slowly pulled through his fingers

Releasing the locks he began to get to work

Unkempt snarls scraped by, but he gently unraveled them

Soon he was able to sweep his hands through easily

Her moans of pleasure reminded him how much he liked being a hairdresser

 

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Crest (an acrostic poem)

Climbing to the top of the wave

Releasing your fears and jumping to your feet

Everything seems so much clearer up here, almost surreal

Suddenly unsure, you begin your descent down

Then it’s time to paddle out to look for the next wave

 

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