Massage (an acrostic poem)

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Manipulating the data to make it relax

And at the same time stimulate the viewer to see the answers contained within

So, it should come to no surprise that, at times, the data might be stretched too far

Snapping off the meaning from the numbers

And creating a new thesis from the ether

Giving a new discourse that never even had a whisper

Exist in the original census of the world

Contact (an acrostic poem)

Close enough to whisper into her ear

Orlando still hesitated.  He worried how she would react

Never had he been this close to her

To think how long it had taken to plan this out

And now this was his time.  He decided to reach out

Crashing to the ground, he bounced his head off the concrete as he was tackled

To think he had almost licked Taylor Swift!

 

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Mother (an acrostic poem)

This is an old one, but still rings true to me each year.  I think this is the only poem on my site I have reposted.  Now I do it for the second time.  I hope you enjoy.  The original title was “My Favorite Superhero”.

 

Mortal though she may be

Obviously she has super powers

The ability to absorb pain and suffering with a single kiss

Hearing so acute that she doesn’t miss a whisper from a mile away

Eyesight so keen that she can actually see through and around solid objects

Remember that your mom is a superhero!