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I endure my arrogance like a leftover twin
absorbed during gestation,
seeing myself in everything, not only the eyes
that watch me rocking back and forth in a corner
in order to flip my house right-side up.
What’s left on the roadside is me, too.
I am wholly grateful for the retrospect when I listen,
slump-cheeked and reddening with introspective embarrassment,
dumb as an eyeball glaring down the barrel of a mandatory gavel,
self-awareness knows when you know they got you.
Argumentation is the art of capitulating as a sail
pulling down your head in a strong wind,
it's knowing when to go method, get Zen.
It is the biggest picture, zoomed in to view a passage,
out to capture rainfall in a tarp, knowing
the ocean won’t miss a few drops,
let's call it a potion.
Of my arrogance and I, our story, I will it
to the lowest bidder, as sinners seeking
asylum in an empyrean reliquary,
only the meek may enter,
my barrier is wrestling whether an artist should
be making their own bed in the morning
like a rusted hinge I stay pinned to the mattress
grasping at a careworn comforter, with both hands
weighing the gravity of the imbalance, the divisions
of labor unfavoring the languishing necessary
to push past the paralysis.
I will that our seizing be taken for breathing
and leaves us to being, finally, at rest
with ourselves.
Without intervention of opinion, although taken
with salt, is a different flavor of reason that brings us
to an alphabet soup I see myself in, because this soup,
too is part of the arrogant everything I earlier mentioned
is my twin.
Like soup . . . poems also need a good foundation,
a flavourful base to build upon;
I have no set time limit for my creation,
though, sometimes my alphabets are woebegone !
Carrots, peas, celery and corn are like bright gems,
potatoes, green beans, beef broth and tomatoes are the substance;
that any soup or poem needs to fall from spoons and pens,
and of course alphabet pasta words must swirl in great abundance !
Stirring often my poemy soothing delicious comfort,
I am not afraid of adding a little zest;
in the end my alphabet creation will be triumphant,
and Zen feelings will stir and my soupy poem will be blessed !
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May 04, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Vegetable Alphabet Poems Simmering
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1453-594-04
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Merger With Food
sponsor, Natasha L Scragg, Judged 07/02/2022
Second Place
Andy!
-Aaron!
-Aloha!
Aloha!
All
A-ok?
-Absolutely
Amy?
-Amazing
Awesome!
Alan
Apply
Army?
-Almost
Almost?
-Anchors
Away
Ah!
-Ahoy!
Amusing :)
Abigail
Alright?
-Aye,
Admiral ;)
Almost
Amusing :)
-Andrew
Alright?
Andrew's
Arrested
-Arrested??
Amphetamines
-Addicted?
Addict
-Awful :(
Answer??
-Adoration
Amen
-Appropriateness
-Acceptance
-Approval
Also
Appreciation
-Agreed!
Adios!
-Alligator. . .
***
12/17/2019
Poetry form: Alliteration - Each poem in my Alliterative Alphabet Series describes conversations between two or more people while only using words that start with or sound like the first letter of the title of the poem. I’m publishing the poems as I write them on Wattpad.com, not necessarily in alphabetical order. My goal is to write at least 26 poems to cover each letter of the alphabet. I hope you find the concept interesting, maybe even clever. Most of all I hope you enjoy them :)
Disclaimer: This poem is fictional and does not depict any actual person or event. The names used are ficticious and were chosen to satisfy the requirements of the poetry form.
There is a letter in the alphabet
that sits tween characters named n and p.
In writing this new jingle, I shan't let
it slip within- per stated rules, can't be.
This valued letter- surely, used each day;
a buddy, seen with a, e, i and u.
Required in writing, it can interplay
detailing many things we think and view.
Perhaps it hasn't been missed in this write,
which means I've dealt with this enigma well;
since this essential letter must hang tight-
I have selected further ways that spell,
dismissing that which lies tween n and p-
and using all its buddies- was the key.
June 4, 2021
Premiere Contest: Lipogram
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Chosen Vowel To Avoid Using: O
Fortunately, this family friendly function,
finds me festive and not feisty in my fifties.
Forgive me if I am not the first
and you may have figured out,
that the fact-finding letter "F"
is my favorite letter
of the alphabet.
There are three thousand words
that start with the letter "F"
to which one hundred and ninety-one
are four letter words.
And like most of us,
coming from a foul mouth family,
I'm pretty sure we used
every one of them.
Now this is not football,
you must be full of fiber and feces
if you think I'm going to fumble.
Now! When it comes to women.
My fantastic fantasies and fascination
of the fine figures of the female form.
My favorite fun-loving fiancée
who I met at a Fountain?
was the final finish of a fetish.
Where I use to
find'em fix'em and forget'em.
Alphabet soup served piping hot
In your bowl ladle up the lot
A Poet Destroyer stirs up the soup
While A Nathan joins in the diverse group with his works
Michael Ainsley joins the conglomerate
with his poetic alphabetic tricks
Who in the bowl floats up next
Daver Austin a music whiz laying out stanzas quite appetizing
Which letter would I like to see now
Maybe some who have come and gone quite recently
Therese Bacha who pours out her soul
Poems written with passion and emotion into the bowl
James Fraser whose romantic and passionate lines
Filled the bowl with affairs of the heart
Now they've gone missing from the soup pot
Sponsor: Yasmin Khan
Contest: Meeting The Soupers
Written on October 31, 2013
Poet: Sara Kendrick
I remember my mom having a collection of hats she stored under her bed.
For any occasion that could arise…she had a hat to set atop her head.
Moms of today are different…often they go out with their heads bare
because of this we don’t often realize…all the hats they wear.
If we tried to count all their hats...we can’t…for the list goes on indefinitely
perhaps one way to approach it...would be alphabetically.
Moms are Accountants, Babysitters, Chauffeurs...They do what Doctors, and Electricians do
They are Farmers, Governors, Housekeepers, and Ice cream vendors too.
They are Janitors, Kitchen and Laundry workers, and Maids who clean the floor.
They are Nurses, Optometrists, Painters, Quality control inspectors…there’s more.
They are Receptionists, Seamstresses, Teachers…Umpires…and not always soft spoken…they are Valets, Wardens, X-Ray technicians who can tell if that bone is broken.
They are Youth counselors and every Mom I know is a keeper of the Zoo
If you’re keeping track that’s 26 different hats...26 different jobs that all Moms do.
Moms are the original and still the best multitaskers the world has ever met.
In fact, I didn’t run out of hats for them...I ran out of alphabet.
I guess it’s a good thing each job doesn’t have a hat that sits atop Moms head
for there wouldn’t be enough room to store them in boxes beneath their beds.
They are visionaries, they are cheerleaders, so much of our existence they adorn
yet they had no experience being a mom until their first child was born.
For it was at that miraculous moment in a panic mixed with calm
when the doctor handed them their baby and said, “Congratulations…you’re a Mom!”
And to any Mom who might not have given birth…might not have been there from the start…here’s to all the Mom hats you’ve worn once you opened up your heart.
Do you remember that miraculous feeling…with a mixture of panic and calm…
whether you chose the moment…or the moment chose you…
when you became a Mom?
And therein lies the hat that encompasses all the rest...the hat called motherhood
and to all you Moms out there…I must admit…you make that hat look good.
So to all the Moms everywhere,
here’s wishing you a wonderful Mother’s Day…for all the things you do…
for all the many hats you wear…
our hats are off to you.
"Evening all, my name is Zed"
A pipes up, "You're off your head!
Wherever you feature your name is heard -
Zebra, Swizzle, Fizzle, Wizard..."
"Yes, that's true. That's why I'm here.
I feel for you and for your fears."
X makes the point, "You stand out of your zone,
Even I sound like you in xylophone!"
"Stand out - friends, I feel alone,' Zed's rebuttal,
'I sometimes wish I could hide like B in subtle.
Getting the attention isn't always nice
And I've seen how for egos it becomes a vice!"
The letters in the group comma pause for thought
Zed now adds, "It's complex. I want to offer you support.
After all, we all count in the alphabet
Written language would be lost without just one of us, I bet!"
After winning their hearts, Zed became engrossed
In the stories they shared, some he favoured most...
W told H how unfair that in "who"
He's not audible - H said, "Im just like you.
For instance, I fail to see why I
Should only be seen and not heard in "why"!
Maybe readers and writers like the way we look
When they turn each leaf in their story books"
"We are rather shapely,' sounds flirtatious F's voice,
'there's places I belong but "th" and "ph" are the choice.
Yet, when they are joined by pen and ink,
They look very attractive, do you not think?"
Some of the other letters silently blush
Zed notices and shifts the conversation in a rush,
"So everybody, let us analyse the facts.
Is it necessary to enforce a "Silent Letter Act"?
We are chosen for a reason so we need not fight.
We may not always be heard when we are in plain sight.
So let's live on united in the alphabet.
Remember, our inclusion is a privilege we get."
The letters left the group feeling quite refreshed.
Zed built up their spirit, gave them all some zest.
Silent letters matter. You'll find out in a spelling test.
What words with Silent Letters do you like the best?
Again, I take my pen in hand.
Bring words to mind, so I can plan.
Compose a verse quite fresh and new!
Deciding on what style to do?
Each letter then I will suggest,
Flows quickly through the alphabet.
Great, this shall give me loads of choice,
Hoping you out there hear my voice.
In-case you don’t I’ll write it down
Just to ensure you will not frown.
Kindly yes, I considered that,
Let me decide the right format.
Making the meter rhyme I say
No other style for me today.
Organised with this choice, just made,
Presuming brings me accolade.
Questions although could still be asked,
Reviews received could me unmask.
Still, I shall understand if you,
Turn aside and do not review.
Undecided? you may have heard,
Value now from my written word
Will bring a Merry Christmas too,
Xeroxed this now sending through.
Yes, lastly, I will cheer and say,
Zip-a dee- doo dah- zip-a-dee ay!
We must not belittle the strength of shadows
Though tongues christen them bad.
They wear the surname of darkness
Because their hands sometimes borrow without return,
Because their footsteps bruise peace,
Because blood has learned their names.
Yet see........
Even the thorn tutors the careless palm.
When you drop gold in the open field,
They are the swift reminder,
Bending to pick what your wisdom forgot.
Next dawn, your pockets learn vigilance
Thus, sense is schooled by loss.
They are society’s sharp mirror,
Reflecting negligence without mercy.
They steal today,
So you guard tomorrow.
In corridors of labour,
They rise as resistance
Antagonists in tailored suits,
Whose bitterness becomes a whip,
Driving the diligent to run faster than comfort.
In homes, they sit at the same table,
Wolves wrapped in kinship,
Testing patience, pressing purpose,
Forcing sleepers to wake into relevance.
They bruise, they block, they burden
Yet by their weight, muscles of destiny grow.
They dance as agents of hell,
Frustration stitched into their smiles,
But I wonder
If the devil retired,
Would faith still find volunteers?
For pain is a loud prophet,
Adversity, a stubborn evangelist.
Sickness kneels the proud,
Loss lifts eyes heavenward,
And tears teach prayers their alphabet.
So let us confess this uneasy truth:
Light learns definition from darkness.
Gold proves itself in fire.
And goodness sharpens its spine
Because evil dares to exist.
Yes.............
Bad people are not blessings,
But they are lessons.
Unwelcome, unholy, undeniable
They are society’s hard teachers,
And growth often answers their call.