Long Abecedarian Poems
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As my heart skipped a note eyeing her
Blossoming a red rose inside
Can’t even sway my naughty eyes from peeping
Did she ever noticed my sheepish looks?
Elegantly moving from one bosom to another
Followed by my eyes like a slave
Good, she never discerned my wishful stare
Haunted dreamily I walked and tripped.
Inside me a storm whirling in silence
Joy of love lurching my feeble trunk
Kindling a heavenly fever in my mind
Lest I fall, my friend, please hold me tight.
Met our eyes in a trice, a lightning hit
Nay, she pulled her sword back in a flash
Oh my God, I can’t stare the stars so bright
Perhaps, she an angel from mighty heaven.
Quest to know her mind I wander without fear
Rest, like a magic I can’t conceive
Staggering my ship she came directly to me
Tripping my drinks and the glass all over.
Upset with what she did to me in haste
Veil, she took and rub my faintly beating heart
Wish that moment will last for aeon
Xanthin face she pleaded for an apology
Yes, my friend, there my story of love started
Zesting my life with the love at the very first sight.
Won second place in Abecedarian Contest Poetry Contest sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
NEW YEAR 2024
Adieu to New Year’s Eve , being nostalgic.
But ready to welcome New Year ! Me , fervid frolic.
Coming Year is inviting New Challenge and thrill.
Dreamy dormant desires are to pursue and fulfil.
Exciting ideas are waiting eagerly with expectation .
Feeling fervent fervour to proceed on determination .
Gorgeous gracious missions sure to follow on.
Happy New Year! Let the evils be gone.
Igniting inciting always the eternal truth
Journey of Life , whether uneven or smooth.
Kindling my inherent strength to dazzle.
Life full of troubles is nothing but a puzzle.
Making my family to feel great and admirable.
Noble, novel thoughts to activate turning viable.
Optimistically to approach onward more or less.
Patience, passion for plans and programs to progress
Quest for new venture to start on new gear.
Rescinding old grievances to breathe fresh on New Year.
Scores of past year are my assets and potential.
To try my best this year to be exceptional.
Union of past and present gives genuine essence.
Vow of New Year is based on past experience.
Worries and miseries of the past year to resolve.
“X” the unknown of New Year’s equation to solve.
Year 2023 got old and expired on natural process
Zone of New Year 2024 now to assess and access.
Apache, the Ndee, "the people" of Arizona and other States
Blackfoot, the Siksika, whose painted red faces we can relate
Cheyenne, the Tsitsistas, meaning relatives of the Cree
Dakota Sioux, the Dakota, meaning little snakes in Ojibwe
Euchee, or Yuchi, are the "children of the sun"
Fox, the Meskwaki, eventually native to Wisconsin
Gros Ventre, strangely named "big belly" by the French
Huron, with their above allies left many a tribe wrenched
Inuit, the Eskimo, this tribe with the snow
Juaneño, from the Sunshine State around Orange and San Diego
Kickapoo, with their linguistic code, unique called "whistle speech"
Lakota, like the Dakota, speak with similar tongues they teach
Mohawk, "People of the Flint" from upstate New York
Navajo, is now the most spoken, where extinction has not gone berserk
Ottawa, "the traders" their name lives on in their City
Potawatomi, "fire keepers" one hundred speakers, my hearts in pity
Qwulhhwaipum, "the prairie people from beyond the mountain range"
Ryawas, by the Missouri River where they no longer reign
Shawnee, meaning "southerner" were are far ranging tribe
Tonkawa, "they keep together" but only a few still reside
Ute, of Colorado and Salt Lake valley fame
Victorious the ones who remain to this day, whilst the V has no name
Wiyot, and its last native speaker, died in 1962
X, xenophobic they would be, to the ancestors of me and you
Yavapai, from Arizona, are the "people of the sun"
Zuni, like all the tribes above, fell victim to the white mans gun
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The True American.
Alternating with awe and amazement
Belief breathes blessings, brilliant and bright
Calming, creative and colorful – so calm
Dreaming of dainty, delicate delights
Endlessly eager to eliminate evil
Friendly and full of feelings so faithful
Graceful, giving, glorifying God
Hopeful, heartening, a happy heart
Inspiring imaginations and insights
Joyfully jabbering with jaded jests
Keeping kindness with a keener kaleidoscope
Loving, living, laughing, lighting lives
Making music, melodies to make merry
Noels, nativities and needs being nurtured
Open odes and olive branches offered
Promises of peace, prosperity and praise
Quiet and quaint quotes on queries
Reflections and reminders of rare rhymes
Silent sounds, silvery and soft
Truths and talents tempting all to be thankful
Ultimately, using those in unbelievable unions
Visiting vibrant thoughts on velvety vistas
Wise and warm, welcoming worthy souls
Xerically xenogeny brought to xerophilous
Younger in years than in yawning yarns
Zestful zealots who live in heart zeniths
''A'' Forms, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
POEM TYPE: Abecedarian
2. angel
December 8, 2021
Flowers of the Spring
Apple Blossom petals cascade in the wind
Blue Stars light the path for Spring's friends
Cosmos intoxicating euphoric scent
Dewberries dangle down over the fence
Earths season has shifted from winter to spring
Flowers bloom for miles enhancing all things
Geraniums illuminate in colorful glow
Holly oak, Hawthorne, and Hyacinth now grow
Irises dilate like the most beautiful eyes
Jasmines sweet scent can not be disguised
Kaleidoscope's of colors tell you Springtime is here
Lilacs lush lavender color crystal clear
Marigolds take first prize in the Spring Orange Fair
Nighttime is full of scented flower petal air
Orchids adorn every little ponds shore
Petunias in a pot sitting next to Grandma's door
Quietly this meadow blooms listening to birds sing
Roses that are red are the best gift of love to bring
Snowdrops can grow enormous bulbs all year round
Tulips wear the seasons most popular crown
Ursinia the African Daisy is beautiful but rare
Viburnum group together on a single branch to share
Witch Hazel's are up to their same old silly tricks
X marks the spot best suited for picnics
Yellow flowers adorn every gals springtime dress
Zephyr Flowers round out this poetic Springtime list
04/13/2016
Arctic ice packs are essential to the polar
Bear, providing them with a platform to hunt seals.
Climate change is impacting their environment:
Disrupting their ability to feed themselves.
Ecologically, they're facing extinction,
For their Arctic waters will soon be ice-free.
Global warming is devastating the planet.
Heavy rains are flooding crops and threatening
Islands on the verge of slipping underwater.
Jungles are morphing into deserts, and the
Krill are fast disappearing from the Antarctic seas.
Little can be done to stop these catastrophes,
Man is not immune to Nature's destructive force.
No matter what skeptics want us to believe:
Our scientists assure us that change is inevitable.
People who deny climate change,
Question science, opting for alternative facts.
Rivers are drying out, and forests are burning while
Severe storms are increasing in ferocity.
The waters are rapidly rising, as the oceans heat:
Unless we act now, our coastal cities will be flooded.
Virtually every aspect of our lives will change,
When carbon emissions pollute the atmosphere.
Xerox copies of past extinctions should concern us:
Yet, we cling to the hope that the dying coral reefs and
Zooplankton will eventually recover.
A pple pies, that's what I want to bite.
B egging my mom: "Mommy please, please..", as I
C ome closer to her..
D ancing a little to the left and right;
E very move a way to tempt my mom
F or that sweet delicious pie..
G iving her a kiss to her lips. And
H ugs so tight.. Finally,
I ris, my mom, said yes, yes we go and buy
J umping thrice for I am happy and thrilled, I
K not my arm to my mom's.
L ovingly, not wanting any other mom.
M oving fast as we could to buy not one or two but a plentitude of pies.
N oting, how generous is my mom for I was just asking for one.
O ven-fresh, my mouth waters as I smell the apple pies.
P icking one piece,
Q uickly, I took a luscious large bite.
R ich rumble rush of savory pie
S ated my appetite.
T aunting me to take more! more!
U nder my mom's gaze, Again I eat and eat.
V ery delicious, I said to my mom
W idening my grin and giving thumbs up.
X eric is my throat, I drink and drink.
Y ummy! So yummy, that I eat four pies in a row.
Z ipper of my pants, my oh my, I hardly can close!
*** Xeric means dry.
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© O. E. Guillermo
9:36PM
October 10, 2014
A person once said it has always
Been that way
Creating an illusion
Down here confusion on
Earth and
Fueling the emotion
Going with blind devotion
Hovering on a rift
Imagination adrift
Just because one read it
Killing our thoughts of who said it
Luring us into blindly following
More insanity and wallowing
Never to think on our own
Opting to live as a drone
Pouring out empty phrases
Quarreling through the ages
Recesses of our mind
Simply being blind because
Those who said it also
Understood our pettiness and
Verified our weaknesses
Watched their will seeping where
Xanax will be the answer because of
Yellers ceaseless banter
Zzzs are all that’s left to say.
© Deborah Kelly Aug 2021
"soaring through rainbows"
a day with birds
brings beauty all around
caressing hearts and souls
dancing high and low
enhancing life to see
forever sharing messages
gliding to and fro so
hold close this sight of
immense beauty and peace
join them in their flight
knowing this journey true
let your heart and soul open
making their grace stand as
no other miracle is there
other than a new day with song
playing across earth and sky
quietly and softly with pride
radiating light within and out
soaring through rainbows
SkyWatcher
07-31-23
note
I know I ended with the letter s thus making this an incomplete Abecedarian format leaving out the remaining seven letters. Thank you.
Awkwardly he made a pass
Bumped his head against the glass
Cheesy lines flew far and wide
Didn’t notice spinach fried
Ego big, but brain quite small
Fumbled trying to make a call
Gave her flowers — they had bugs
Hugged too long and popped her lugs
In his teeth was something green
Joked too much — the vibe turned mean
Kissed her hand, then sneezed real loud
Laughed alone (not in a crowd)
Made a mixtape: wrong girl's name
Narrated dreams that brought her shame
Overdressed in latex pants
Professed love mid worm dance
Quickly tried to do a dip
Ripped his jeans — then broke a hip
Said, “I love you” way too soon
Tripped and mooned her under moon
Unbuckled shoes in sexy pose
Very much stepped on her toes
Winked so hard, his eye got stuck
X-rated dreams but no real luck
Yelled her name but got it wrong
Zero game… but writes her songs
Note: This is an echo to "Poison" by a dear poetic friend. I have read a lot of these ABC poems recently, I'm assuming for a contest, and they are wonderful! I'm not in the contest and I am sure these lines above don't dance as well as others. I wrote this because my muse (the one with all the ideas), Chance Summer (that's the name he goes by).. wanted to dance with Cay Cay's muse. Chance is no dancer. And the kid is "Heartbreak City" as is reflected in his work above and many of our heartbreaking songs. Does that make Chance awkward? Yes, incredibly.. but he don't care. Cause tonight, he is out on the dance floor with an exciting lady muse, and his echo echo to her is a dance that will never get old!