Vision (an acrostic poem)

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Viewing those things that were not there

It was the bane of her existence

She wanted to expose them and show others what they could not see

If only she was better at that than she was.  Every time she tried; the figments fled

Organizing her chaotic thoughts, she decided to try a different trap this time

NaNoWriMo would be motivation to finally capture them inside her words

Chess (an acrostic poem)

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Courting the queen was a dangerous move

Her ability to strike out was legendary, and she was so shifty

Every knight on both sides was hopping about to avoid her

So it was a surprise when she seemed to stumble into a trap by the opposing faction

So while they celebrated their minor victory, their king was brought low

Glitter (an acrostic poem)

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Giving those diabolical miniature flakes of metal in their prison

Little shakes with an evil grin on my face

If you hadn’t had crossed the line it wouldn’t have come to this

The trap set, I just sit back with the airhorn and count down

Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.  The horn screams through the night

Resulting in you throwing off your covers, releasing the pile of sparkle into your entire everything.

Catch (an acrostic poem)

Count them.  Twenty-two.  Read ’em and weep.

And that means you busted.  You lost.

That’s not right.  You speak of deceptions.  I always win.  I’m a winner

Can you follow the rules just this once?  You don’t always have to win

Ha!  That’s how a loser speaks.  I won’t fall for your trap!

 

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Trap (an acrostic poem)

The battle swung back and forth

Rebels holding their own till the Death Star fires

Admiral Akbar screamed his line, “It’s a …”

Putting things in perspective

 

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Parade (an acrostic poem)

Perhaps the usual suspects were sick of being usual

And that’s why they decided this time it was going to be their fault

Rather than letting the latest false accusation by the principal go by

As they piled penny after penny into the door jam

Determined to trap him and show how they felt under his constant persecution

Except he wasn’t there.  The next day he gave them his two cents, with interest

 

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