Wasp (an acrostic poem)

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Wings buzzed their warning against the evil death dealer

As it swooped in to get its revenge for the hundreds she had just killed

She screamed and brought up the can of bug spray to finish the job

Perhaps she was more the villain than the hero, but she terminated it and screamed victory

Soul (an acrostic poem)

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Sold that ratty old thing on the black market

Of course they didn’t realize what they were getting

Until they took possession.  Buyers beware.

Leaving my red haired head, cracked halo, and broken black wings one PlayStation 5 richer.

Scale (an acrostic poem)

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So much angst when he stepped onto the platform

Cold sweat dripped down his back as the numbers cycled

All of his hard work undone by pizza and wings on his birthday

Leaving him waiting for the bad news

Except when he compared the number to that of an NFL lineman, well then he was okay

Fold (an acrostic poem)

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Floating through the air

Origami wings fluttering in the wind

Leaves a trail of delightful children’s squeals

Dancing lazily in the muted sunbeams

Knife (an acrostic poem)

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Knowing you would keep stabbing me in my back

Never helped in the past and yet

If I didn’t go through that personal hell I wouldn’t be where I am

Finally free of the pain of your sharp slices that cut me down

Enabling me to fly away on angel’s wings

Angels (an acrostic poem)

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After the bell rang, Clarice looked behind her.

No wings yet, but she kept her head held high.

Getting them would mean she hade made it

Everything came down to that moment in her life

Looking at the program she smiled and settled back

So many more chances as the handbells started their next song

Blind (an acrostic poem)

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Believe in what cannot be seen

Leave the mundane behind and fly with gossamer wings

Infuse your life with the magic around you

Nothing can really hold you back when you brace the impossible

Don’t hesitate and close your eyes and see

Duck (an acrostic poem)

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Don’t feel fowl but

Until your quack the code you will never experience freedom

Crouch your way through the thorny people limiting your potential

Knowing you will soon be able to spread your wings and fly

Glass (an acrostic poem)

Given his motives were so transparent

Linda almost decided to shatter his fragile ego

And she would have, but his daughter needed to know

So she enjoyed showing the girl her fighter pilot wings

She loved breaking his idea of a ceiling, both for her and her dad

 

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