Chop (an acrostic poem)

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Cutting wood and working up a sweat

He fell into a rhythm that made the job almost pleasurable

Only his hands, his back, and his arms would claim otherwise

Perhaps it wasn’t pleasurable at all

Timing (an acrostic poem)

 

There was a rhythm to how things flowed in life

If one could anticipate the beat, one could thrive

Many tried and flailed and failed, but Ramona was a natural

It left those in the know in awe and a bit jealous

Now here she was, about to win it all and there wouldn’t be anything left

Giving in, she purposely made a mistake assuring herself a better tomorrow

 

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Rhythm (an acrostic poem)

 

Reaching down deep for the beat

You feel it leap through your body

The pulses making muscles ripple and contract

How can you not dance to its command?

Maybe because your feet can’t hear the …

 

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Hyper (an acrostic poem)

How many times can you hit that ball off the wall?

You getting annoyed by it?

Please, for goodness sake, yes!

Even if I change the rhythm?

Reaching out and grabbing the ball.  “Enough!”

 

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Futz (an acrostic poem)

Fidgeting with her pen

Until the button stopped clicking

Tilda picked up her papers and started to shuffle them

Zoning out once more to the rhythm of her universe

 

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