Flame (an acrostic poem)

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Fires roared through the house, consuming everything in their path
Leaving behind black charred remains of a lifetime together
All of those bits of the past turned to smoke as if an offering to a non-existent deity
Mumbling to himself, the former occupant of the home shuffled in his slippers down the street
Everyone would be worried about his dementia, but if he couldn’t have those memories, no one would.

Pair (an acrostic poem)

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Putting two together was the desired goal of most people

And in some things, she would agree with them. 

It didn’t apply to her socks. People always asked if her dryer ate one of them

Reality was she only bought singles since she usually got dressed in the dark.

Betrayed (an acrostic poem)

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Been promised that everything would be fine

Except that was never going to be true

That shouldn’t have surprised her

Rachel had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks

And no one there was ever able to keep their word, even if they tried

Yet this one hurt more than all the rest put together

Everett said he would always be there to hold her, to help make things right

Death had conveniently gotten him out of that, the bastard.  She spit on his grave.

Keen (an acrostic poem)

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Knife was sharp, elbows were out, nose broken

Everything screamed danger to those around him

Everyone scrambled to get away, but they didn’t need to  

No one, including him, noticed that his shoelaces were tied together

Heal (an acrostic poem)

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His heart was shattered into shards that stabbed his soul and made it bleed

Every day he tried to put one or two more pieces back together as best he could

And some days his heart broke more than he fixed it, yet overall

Living slowly got better, forever different, but better

Gear (an acrostic poem)

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Grabbing all the bits and bobs he might need for creation

Everything, of course, except the right batteries

And once it was together, he had no way to test it

Reaching for some wires he hot glued them onto the wrong batteries and voila!

*Do not try this. I am not condoning this. Even though it might work.

Prototype (an acrostic poem)

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Putting together yet another try was one of the most satisfying things he did

Reaching down he snapped in the last fitting and took a breath, ready to see if it worked

Of course, building all these iterations was also one of the worst things he could do

They reminded him of the numerous failures he didn’t plan for, that he was a bad engineer

Only he knew there was almost zero chance that the first one would work out of the box

That was the stuff of myths, legends, and dumb luck

Yearning to know if this was the one, he flipped the on switch

Prepared for sparks to fly and flames to claim one more attempt

Except this time it didn’t burn.  It still didn’t work, but that was still progress?

Program (an acrostic poem)

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Putting words together on the screen

Results in so many possibilities

Outgrowing the original sum of the whole

Giving life to something that

Revision upon revision created

And each one is a step closer

Making the machine come alive.

Beat (an acrostic poem)

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Bashing the drums into a cacophony of percussion

Evoking primal emotions from the audience

Augmenting the movements of the partygoers

Till all their bodies pulsed together as one to the…

Tape (an acrostic poem)

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They were trying to patch things together

And their therapist gave them an exercise to try

Perhaps they shouldn’t have taken it literally

Eventually the EMT was able to unwrap them from all the duct …