Cosy (a British acrostic poem)

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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)

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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)

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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)

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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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The Blues (an acrostic poem)

Too much guitar can ruin anyone’s day

Heather put it down and looked at the mixer

Everything she had poured her soul into was in there

 

Being meticulous she began mixing the tracks

Loving living in the minutia of the sound

Understating the rifts, but keeping the sad story moving

Everything was just about perfect

She cried when the mixer hit a sour note and lost everything