Riddle

I am a path that can not be explored.
I am the barren, Lush.
Always reaching toward the sky.
Kill me, and I come back;
Cut me to keep me healthy.
I make houses homes;
And the abandoned know.

Answer

McCullough, Troy. “Winter Grass.” Photo. Idle type. 2 March 2009. http://www.idletype.com/index.php/image/grass/

Found poem

Found Poem

Bang! Attention.
Real Power,
Real Power,
Real Power.

Painless protein,
Passion performance.

CHILL.

Random identity. Go!
Better Control,
Better Control.

RESPECT.

Outstanding cherry bomb.
Unlimited speed,
Old school legend.

First American leader.

FRESH.

Invisible, unveiled.
Hypocrite? Me?

Good Bye

Two Tone Poem

Grassy-Hot Pocket

Time slows down when I'm Relaxed Green.
Sleepy, Still, and Serene.
A warm soft blanket.
Relaxing on the couch with my cookies and chips.

But in an instant I'm an Explosive Red.
Wild, Fast, and Loud.
A fiery bullet of screaming terror.
A sweet and sour Tobasco pocket with fire sauce on it.

Together they make my life what it is,
Unpredictable

Gabcast! Poetry #1

Acronym Poem

Credible
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Omniscient
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Lifesaving

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Triumphant
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Encyclopedic
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Rambling

Gabcast! Poetry #2