Dummy (an acrostic poem)

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Don’t tell me what to say

Unless you think you have your hand up my ass

My maker gave me a mouth, and I damn well will use it myself

Maybe you can make others turn their heads and move their arms to your whims

Yet you will never make me your wood-headed puppet, you ….

Wart (an acrostic conversation)

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“What’s that at the end of your nose?”

“Ah, that’s a wee bit of nothin’.”

“Really now? I think you might be one of them thar witches.”

“That’s so stereotypical, you bigot. Keep that up and I’ll turn you into a newt!”

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.

Ground (an acrostic poem)

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Gripping the dirt like he was afraid to fall into the sky

Really it was his muscles clenching all at once

Outside the thunder rumbled, marking sonically where he had been zapped

Under those angry clouds, the smell of ozone persisted

Not that the people with the ski masks on noticed.  They were too busy trying to flee, but they

Didn’t have time because Thor stood back up and smiled.  “Now it’s my turn.”

Turn (an acrostic poem)

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There was no way to change direction

Until they decided upon a destination

Really it didn’t make a difference to either of them

Neither wanted the journey to end

Mystery (an acrostic poem)

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Maybe you think you know what is going on

You think you have the solutions to life’s final exam

Still I wonder if the answer key has even been made yet

There seems so much chaos and disorder

Every time I turn around, I find that my current guess was not quite right

Really most of the time I was flat out wrong.  It gets quite frustrating

Yet still every day I get up and try to solve my little corner of life’s …

Turn (an acrostic poem)

 

That missing left at Albuquerque

Until you experience that aha moment

Realize that by making that accidental right

Now you can start living your own adventure