Z is pronounced Zee in the USA
Great Britian calls it Zed every day
Believe it or not good-natured linguists, the ampersand
Was once the twenty-seventh letter of the alphabet, my friend
Franklin wanted to eliminate five letters of the alphabet in his day
But the Americans would not agree to this censorship in any way
Four thousand new words are added to the English Dictionary each year
A fact in a book, but the why of this is certainly not clear
The last letter of the alphabet...
Death appears to the deceased.
Soul laments, "Why are you here? Why can't I go back?"
Death silently collects soul.
Questions of "Why" quivers throughout the universe.
Death rides with earth as his heart and souls as his blood.
The soul keeps lamenting.
Death takes soul to the Judgement Chamber.
Death asks, "Soul do you want to know the answer of all eternity?"
"Z."
The soul befuddled ponders, "Z?"
Death says with a trinity twinkle in his skull eye, "Z comes after the letter Y."
Death winks and vanishes.
October 13th 2015
This poem came to me in a dream breaking a six year writer's block.
Cursed by envious spell cast long ago -
driven to dwell in the darkness below.
Daughters they raise for they bear no sons,
in crystalline caverns where magic still runs.
If a man above were wise, strong, and fair,
he might hear an offer from one with black hair -
to follow her down to the caverns and leave
the surface for good - and would you believe?
Many accept the purple-cladden maids
who are fair beyond compare, quick with minds and blades,
awaiting a time when their magic finds a way
to walk once again in the light of the day.
22 October 2022
P.S. This poem, Quest for a Quest, Xanadu, and Vivacity were written in part to ensure there was a poem starting with each letter of the alphabet in my inventory :)
Peace grips my heart
as Jesus Christ
in love’s zeal
quiets rumbling fears
soothed by divine whistles
yonder xylophonic
triumphantly overtaking evil
nourishing kindness
upholding victory*.
*1Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Dramatic verse with 26 words, featuring every letter of the alphabet.
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Poetry notes:
Poetry form: ABC - In this instance, a poem in which every word begins with a successive letter of the alphabet. The first word begins with A, the second with B, etc.
X Marks the Spot
It’s the 19th consonant, 24th letter, of the alphabet,
A Teachers’ markings, for wrong answers on a test!
A Greek numeral representation for, the number ten!
An unnamed or unknown, person, place or thing,
Used to remove or cancel, a word of unnecessary need,
A movie rating to discourage viewing, by unsuspecting teens!
It’s an algebraic exponent used in mathematical computations,
A place holder in the PEMDAS test, to eliminate confusion!
A pictured symbol for the word “cross,”
Ballot markings “yea or nay” or “win or loss!”
Signature representation of ones’ individual best
Letter ending expression, sealed with a Hug and a Kiss!
XOXOXO
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 12/14/16
Inspired by the Alphabet Soup Contest which I missed out on:
Calling on my lover
Duelling heart now recover
Emotions filled to brim
Flowing over the rim
Gleefully giddy in thought
Having found that sought
I for you ready
Just sure I'm steady
Keep company all lifetimes
Laughing past hard times
More may come but worst is gone
Now in joy we face new dawn
Out of trial's ashes formed our jewel
Photo memory lest I revert to fool
Question love none will ever
Requited love none can sever
September 14, 2016
Rules:
- 1 rhyming poem with a minimum of 16 lines and a max of 20 lines.
- Whatever letter that your first line starts with,
the next line must start with the following letter of the alphabet,
and continue in that pattern to the end of the poem.
- Your rhyme scheme can be rhyming couplets or abab or abcb.
Did not our summer fly by fast?
Eventually, we knew she'd go,
Forgetting to remake her blooms;
Green grasses dried to ashen glow.
How happy was the month of May,
Inviting hopes for summer fun.
Just in a blink her days went by
Kidnapped by June's much closer sun.
Left to the magic of June's spell,
More beautiful the season grew.
No other time of year compares...
Oasis of our year, so true.
Pastels of flowers, velvet greens
Quick to mature through July days;
Refining fullness, but alas,
Surrendering to August's phase.
Then soon, her days too quickly flew
Unveiling thoughts of autumn's glow
Vowed to progress to winter's gray.
Where did our short-lived summer go?
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Alphabet Soup
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Judged: 09/16/2016
Rules: 1 rhyming poem with a minimum of 16 lines and a max of 20 lines. Whatever letter that your first line starts with, the next line must start with the following letter of the alphabet, and continue in that pattern to the end of the poem.
Existence of the 8 track as I recall, was of short duration
X is a letter of the alphabet seldom used to begin a word
Telephone booths have gone the way of the dinosaurs
Internet technology has greatly altered the face real romance
Need I say that the landline telephone has been replaced by cell phones?
Currency as a medium of exchange still exists but is slowly dying
Transactions via the internet have become the preferred mode of operation
In spite of “high Tech explosion”, don’t forget to read, write, and do math
Ocean waves and winds can still wreak havoc and are not likely to change
Never give up on the past, because some dead things might be resurrected
12302015 (PS Contest on the theme of “Extinction”)
(ALLITERATION)
Cows milked: mitigated mooing in the meadows then
Weaving on the warp, some workaholic women
Harvest of hapless halibuts on hooks
Bookish book-worms buried in books
A palomino and a pony patter on the paving
Hucksters and hawkers hawking every housing.
Ravers out on the razzle raising a raucous razz-ma-tazz
Beavers busy building beaver-dams but about it quite blasé.
Doves cooing in divine chorus
Frogs frisking out of focus
Horoscopes are hocus pocus.
Tidal waves of tsunami treacherously tread
Sea-anemones scattered upon the sea-bed.
Geraniums genuflecting in jungle-like gardens
Hunters wary of wandering wild-life wardens.
All this when I ventured about videotaping
Nature's much nicer even with no landscaping
These are direly different scenes from different parts of the globe
Perhaps like a space probe's kaleidoscopic poetic probe
( this poem has every letter of the alphabet except x)
Haters ain't built like me, I'm a G
That's a letter of the alphabet you can't be
Vissionaires do it, pessimists blew it
Quit wasting time, let's get back to it
I'm so gutter, like the side of the road
Feeling froggy, leap, I'ma' call you a toad
I'm a big dog, you're a new-born pup
Like a scared ostrich, I don't do head-up
Get jumped, like a dead car's battery
You're sweet, get taken out like a cavity
It's my time to eat, won't be left-overs
I'm swift, you're sluggish, so move over
I get it in like a smuggler
Chicks love playing with my balls, like a juggler
I'm a body-builder, you're obese, you ain't built like me
So high, get on my level, you ain't on stilts like me
I don't see you haters, take off my blind-fold
Built like a brick, this G just won't fold
I'm on the come-up...sunrise
What I do next is a mystery surprise
You're below me, don't get stepped-on
I'm known to go Beast-mode like King-Kong
Can't escape, you can run, duck, or hide
Dead-end, it's the end of your ride
Haters ain't built like me, I'm a G
That's a letter of the alphabet you can't be
Vissionaires do it, pessimists blew it
Quit wasting time, let's get back to it
You should go vegan, don't want no beef
You're swimming with sharks, by a coral reef
Big dog, running the hood, like an engine
Full plate, I'm eating too much, binging
In charge, call me the producer, I run the set
Pull triggers, don't work-out, hate to sweat
You better not push me, I'm on the edge
I fall, raise the heat, that's my pledge
Militant, call me out, I'll be there
In this deadly game, I'm the nightmare
I give you my word, search, I'ma' find you
When I raise that fire, hope I don't blind you
I'm dead fresh, like I had life but lost it
Get money like the bank, blow it and floss it
Stay in my own lane, I'm a safe driver
Always in wet coochie', call me a scuba-diver
Party, 'n' throw it up, like gang signs
I'm a G, you're a square, like four-straight-lines
I'm built tough, you're chicken crap, tender
Just sunk your battle-ship, time to surrender
I am so expensive
I am very hard to grow
I am grown in Madagascar
that is faraway I know
I am used in sweet and savoury
I am pure, spicy, delicate too
with a peculiar bouquet
Have I given enough clues?.
What am I?
My first is a commercial vehicle of the white kind
My second says that i am sick
My third is a portion of the French expression, OOH la la
My fourth is the name for the water found at the beach
My fifth is the 4th letter of the alphabet
The answer is
Vanilla Seed
Beware of 88
By Elton Camp
My poem, vile bigotry was mocking
A comment came, against it talking
Any trace of civility it did lack
I’ll admit that I was taken aback
“I know what’s wrong with you.
You’re a lover of the filthy Jew.”
His rant continued for a full page
One filled with hate and rage
His pen name he then did state
A strange one, it was Wolf88
Another, supporting words did spew
His screen name contained 88 too
Could this mere coincidence be?
I pulled up Google so I could see
I learned about Neo-Nazi code
That from hate groups flowed
The evil meaning I then did get
The eighth letter of the alphabet
HH the insane Hitler did heil
Thus the comments full of bile
A- My Letter- Aye
Why- Y? No- A
This first letter of the Alphabet
Seems so simple, yet so complex
Explains my brains, history and mystery
Some makes sense, same profound, some slippery,
some confused and, At times blistery
A- My name. Aquarius – my sign, no shame
I live in Awe of Antiquity – add a small Army to my Acclaim
I claim no fame- just the American way.
Awe in so many things- simple praise to the “A”-
May I start with Ale and Apes- not together mind you
Ale was my way- red or blonde- I'd pack it away
Apes were my salvation from Ale- to Ax my Aloof decay-
Animals became my Attraction
my Abstract Ambition to Ardent – AGAPE-
Alumni to personal escape-
Ankh was a chosen forever symbol for Avenging Ambition
Of Allegiance and Appreciation
An Absentminded Argument for my own Awe
Defending it was a guffaw.
A stronghold of an Ablazed Angels Amour-
Belief's Anchored Ardor.
Art Aspired from hundred of Acres of Aquatic life
Appreciated by husband and wife
Acoustic strings ring in the night
Alight passions of two Aquarians hearts, desire
and playful sprites.
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