Sound the trumpets and the drums!
The Christ has been born in Bethlehem!
All should approach on bended knee
Reliving the Alpha while remembering the Omega
Star (an acrostic poem)
Tag Archives: sound
Donate (an acrostic conversation)
“Don’t give me some lame excuse this time. Where is my money?”
“Oh, my excuse isn’t lame at all.”
“No? Then what is it?”
“All of my money was given to charity this afternoon.”
“That doesn’t sound like you. What charity was it?”
“Extreme Gamer Intervention. I bought all the Pokémon cards I could to stop them from doing so.”
Disco (an acrostic poem)
Dancing beneath the huge mirror ball
Its reflections allows the light to dance among us
Sound escaping from the speakers driving our bodies into
Contortions of limbs and torsos while
Outside the 70’s became an inferno
Cosy (a British acrostic poem)
Cuddling underneath his fleece blankie he smiled
Outside the wind is shaking the windows wanting in
Sound of the crackling flames in the fireplace lull him almost to sleep
Yawning he shut off the TV. He wanted to live in that moment forever.
Sing (an acrostic poem)
Sound out as melodious as a bluebird
If not, caw forth like a blue jay
No one will notice if the radio is loud enough
Going down the road on your journey
Ominous (an acrostic poem)
Outside, the darkness was pierced by the full moon
Making the fallen leaves look hauntingly surreal
It was then we she heard the sound of something approaching
Nearer it got, the faster it seemed to be moving, the louder it became, the harder her heart beat
Old primal fears rose from the depths of her hindbrain. She began to flee the sound
Undulating ground eventually caught her foot causing her to sprawl to the ground
Still, the sounds were getting closer, faster, louder.
Music (an acrostic poem)
Making passionate love to my soul
Under the vibrating cones of the massive speakers
Sound crashing out in waves and washing over me
It transports me to a place of tranquility
Carrying the problems of the world away for a small bit of time
Anxiety (an acrostic poem)
Anxiously, she slowly opened the valve
Nicki held her breath as the cell began to fill
Xenon gas soon displaced the oxygen
It supposedly made the experiment safe
Everything in her soul screamed that something was wrong
That’s when she heard a tink sound
Yelling she threw herself to the floor, but nothing happened
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Crispy (an acrostic poem)
Crunching greasy fried chicken
Reveling in the horribleness of it all
It was like the sound was a delectable spice
Satisfying something deep and primal
Pushing mere sustenance into something heaven sent
Yet also devil spawn for the grease stains on my shirt
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Bridge (an acrostic poem)
Building a way across the political divide takes hard work
Republicans and Democrats listening to each other
Informed compromise forged in the fires of healthy debate
Determined to leave something solid and structurally sound
Giving everyone a path into the future
Especially those being left at the side of the road
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