Paint (an acrostic poem)

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Putting color onto the canvas brought a smile to his face and chase away his frustrations

As the white disappeared behind his assured strokes, his happiness grew

It was cathartic to brush in his happy little trees standing tall

Nothing could ruin his mood now

This is where all his mistakes were opportunities

Bluff (an acrostic poem)

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Bashful with a dash of humility was his favorite drink
Leaving him sated every time he partook of that sweet nectar
Under the moonless sky, he would go out for a pint or two
Fortune smiled when he found a sweet young insecure thing looking for tall, pale, and handsome
Finding a dark spot to sip her vitality, he never saw the wooden stake till it was too late

Agent (an acrostic poem)

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All the queen’s men stood tall; heads bowed low

Giving respect for the pine box being carried between them

Every eye was dry, but their hearts wept with each beat  

Nothing was more important than being there to respect their fallen comrade

Then they would go out into the world and exact revenge

Canyon (an acrostic poem)

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Claustrophobic tall walls keep closing in the farther he fled

As he rounded a corner, he came to a sheer cliff face announcing it was the end of the road

Now all he could do was turn around and confront his greatest fear

Years had passed since the last time he had faced the gunslinger

On that occasion. he had escaped with only losing his dignity

Now it was time to pay for all those years of running…  A single shot echoed.

Tall (an acrostic poem)

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The height of hypocrisy was laid bare before them in all its naked glory

As they tried to figure out what tale to use to spin a cloak of fool’s gold over everything

Long into the night they schemed and wove their lies together until they were transparent and glorious

Letting them unleash their creation proclaiming the emperor is clothed

Wise (an acrostic poem)

Words tumbled from his fingers and pooled upon the page

Irrigating the fertile ground allowing new thoughts to take root

Slowly those ideas grow tall and strong, awaiting harvest

Examining his crop, he began harvesting those who’s time had come and pruning the rest

Meadow ( an acrostic poem)

 

Meandering through the tall grass

Enjoying the soft sunlight trickling from the cloud speckled sky

All while admiring the punches of flowery color

Dotting the serene landscape

Overhead hawks played among the updrafts

Winding down a perfect day

 

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