Lever (an acrostic poem)

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Looking to get him to budge just a bit

Evelyn laid out her argument like a lawyer

Vivid and concrete examples of the whys

Everything out in the open, she waited for his decision

Really her dad had no way to say no because if he tried she would pull out her pouty lip and well…

Tempo (an acrostic poem)

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The faster he beat the air, the more chaotic they seemed to play.

Everyone following their own beat, toes tapping in irregular rhythms.

Melody and harmony intertwined in ways not intended by any involved in its creation.

Pushing those in the audience to cringe and squirm in their seats.

Obviously, the following ovation was intense.  The musicians were kids after all.

Wide (an acrostic poem)

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Why have such a narrow view of life

It may be natural to focus on oneself

Don’t limit yourself in that way.

Expand to asking what others are experiencing.  You might be surprised at what gifts you discover. 

Oval (an acrostic poem)

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On camera, the room looked round.

Viewed from the inside, however, that was definitely not the case.

And why did they decide to make a space, especially such an important one, that way?

Look, they were still British in their own special way, so why not.

Store (an acrostic poem)

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Selling pieces of his soul was the only way he could get ahead
They were not large pieces, but they all added up
Outside everything was fine, but inside, the echoes of who he had been became a cacophony
Relegating his self-worth into moral bankruptcy
Eventually, he ran out of product, closed up shop, and faded from memory

Empty (an acrostic poem)

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Every word he wrote on the paper was a bucket full of holes

Making them equally as worthless at holding anything inside

Perhaps he should just give up now and save the time and effort

Though it did make the lifting of each one easier in its own way

Yes, maybe he would haul of them into place now since it was easy and spackle it all together during rewrites

Graft (an acrostic poem)

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Giving money away like it was going out of style

Reaching deep into their wallet to make everything happen

And boy did they.  They were a walking talking party

From sunup till way past sundown, sometimes for twenty-four hours straight

Then one day their aunt realized where her money was going, and he suddenly had none.

Scams (an acrostic poem)

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She didn’t mean to start another pyramid scheme

Creating a product so cool, she just wanted to allow others to have opportunities

And to grow it quickly, she decided to use subcontractors, who could subcontract from there

Making a company with a pretty nifty product and a pretty crappy way to sell it.

So that’s why one day the whole thing toppled

Subway (an acrostic poem)

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Submerged below tons of dirt and rock

Under the people scurrying like insects in metallic carcasses

Believers in mass transit meditated as their bodies gently swayed

Weaving their way through a complex anthill structure

And then regurgitated back up to the surface like zombies risen from the dead

Yearning for homes instead of brains

Lost (an acrostic poem)

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Looking for a way out of this intellectual maze

Oblivious to all the obstacles I have never thought of before this very moment

Stumbling along the bones of those ideas that died trying previous attempts to flee

The search continued, but upon reflection, I was always hopelessly …