Stone (an acrostic conversation)

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Some heavy rocks you’ve got there.”

Thanks, I’ve been growing them all my life.”

Okay… growing rocks? Never heard of that.”

No kidding?  It’s all the rage.  Ever heard of Stonehenge?”

Everyone has… Wait, now that makes sense!”

Sense (an acrostic poem)

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She smelled easy money in the air

Everyone was all beer, pizza, and Buffalo winged out.

Now she felt it was time for her to execute her plan while they were in the drunken gluttony afterglow

So fellas, listen up. What do you say we have a little side wager on the game?

Everyone agreed. Two hours later she was seen five hundred dollars richer

Perfume (an acrostic poem)

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Putting globules of memories into the air

Enabling the scent of the past to permeate the world

Rose and citrus mixed with grandma and the lake

Funny how smell is the sense that triggers all this

Urging us to remember

Molding the moment into something nostalgic

Except when it causes us to sneeze

Mist (an acrostic poem)

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Morning sunrise had its glory diminished by the fog wrapping the ground

It gave the world a sense of magical wonder

So rewarding those awake to witness the scene

That still isn’t enough to make me wake up that early voluntarily

Cape (an acrostic poem)

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Cloaked in her beloved darkness, she shivered with excitement

As she peered over her city, watching those far below

Putting fear in the hearts of those trying to hide in the night

Enabling her to sense her prey

Stable (an acrostic poem)

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She was so well grounded

That the emotional lightning around her would just fizzle out

And left those around her with a sense of calm

But the smell of drama ozone remained

Letting them know how close they had been to being zapped

Everyone wishes they had a friend like that

Billion (an acrostic poem)

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Big numbers eventually become small

If you zoom out far enough

Leaving the sense of wonder behind

Like when you’re little, 100 was so big, then a thousand

It boggles the mind at how small those numbers are now

Only by adding zeroes can the awe be added back in

Now what is a big number for you?

Punish (an acrostic poem)

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Pushing her body to breaking never helped anyone

Unless you were talking about her guilt

Now she was here and wondered if this time she had gone too far

It seemed to make sense in the heat of the moment

So now hanging on this rockface fifty feet up and her strength giving out, she wondered

How did eating a single extra Oreo do this to her?

Trash (an acrostic poem)

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The words she first typed were complete garbage

Reaching deeper, she tried again, trying to have them make artistic sense

As she typed, though, she knew these were still rubbish

She decided to keep going, but that feeling never seemed to leave her subconscious

How even after all the self-doubt she was a bestselling author amazed her every day