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You can start at zero, work your way up to a zillion,
Counting all the reasons Z’s the best that you can get.
Some say it is zilch although I think it’s the zenith
Even though it’s always last in the alphabet.
You can zoom right through the zone, head to Zion or stay home.
You can zig or you can zag so it’s easy to see.
Z’s the best and if you ask, even zombies will attest
There is nothing better than the zippy letter Z.
You can meditate to Zen, plant some zinnias, play the zither,
Wear a zoot suit in your zip code, even read a book on Zeus.
Meet a man named Zechariah, fly a zeppelin, eat zucchini.
You can even read your Zodiac and wonder if it’s true.
It’s got zip, it’s got zing
It’s a zany little thing.
It’s got zest, it’s the best
Really makes me want to sing.
It’s got zeal, it’s unreal
All the things that it can do.
You see, Z’s my favorite letter,
There is nothing better,
And if you don’t believe me
Ask the zebras at the zoo.
”Flowers are the creator’s finishing touch, perfection in last strokes of His brush.”Quote - Poet’s own
Zinnia awakes in the morning mist
Awaiting the moment the earth is kissed
By the sun when it has come out to play
And Zinnia displays floral array.
Zinnia blossoms in many a hue
Some are short, some grow statuesque tall too
Their allure is a delight to behold
A truth that surely cannot be opposed.
Zinnia may grow in field or meadow
Or awesomely gracing gardens also
Dancing queens are Zinnias, proud they sway
When gentle breezes come blowing their way.
Zinnia attracts birds, butterflies, bees
Their nectar and seeds satisfies all needs
Jewels of earth Zinnias truly are
Every single one is a blooming star.
I knew when I was pulling on my turquoise boots that Skunk would appear.
she is my semi-pet bunny; thinking herself feral, but I feed her kibble.
perfect gardening weather today; I till rows, mark them with seed packets.
peas, beans, carrots, radishes, lettuce, and one row of zinnias and sunflowers.
Mom always planted at least two rows of flowers in her garden.
fuchsia cone flowers, hollyhocks, bluebells, which came up “renegade.” Laugh.
by the time I returned to the potting shed, my autumn scarecrow was waving.
he does that on a breezy day. Tomorrow I told Skunk, seeing a fox yonder.
Cheers from boats with colorful sails fade,
The surfer’s smile wanes as the warmth subsides,
In parks where families with picnics stayed,
Their chatter gone, when summer is gone.
The dawn’s early light loses its spark,
Petunias and zinnias weather and wilt,
Birds and bees soon disappear,
As summer slips away.
The days of endless light are gone,
Replaced by evenings cloaked in dark night,
The laughter of children, swaying on swings in park,
Echoes of joy, no longer found.
The gentle breeze, now shy and cool,
Carries whispers of summer’s end,
The rivers slow their hurried pace,
Reflecting dimmer skies, a colder future lies ahead.
Yellow and black zebra long-winged
Butterfly, brought joy when I spied
Three-quarter century life and first I've seen
An internal joy that made my heart sing
One little packet of flower seed
Two plants survived my feeble attempts
From those plants I harvested with greed
Many more giant zinnia seeds to plant
Those zinnias have drawn butterflies
And moths all this hot, long summer
Some days when feeling down, mourning doves cries
Bring sadness and frowns then there's a butterfly
I look out through the kitchen window there
Fluttering and drinking nectar in large numbers
Turquoise hummingbird moth draws me away to plop
Upon the outside chair where dreamy thoughts come in large numbers
Preempt___acquire or appropriate in advance
Written: November 15, 2020
The zinnias purchased were of fuchsia
Then reproduction died
All the beauty's contribution
Left garden's side
Sadness filled lovers' hearts; tore them apart
Gold zinnias left, too
She decided green ones to start
Some orange, not blue
Patience grows a garden, prayer gives hope
Love covers many sins
Giving the faithful means to cope
Right always wins
Written: January 05, 2023
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest: Zip, zig, zag, zing
Checked with syllablecounter.net, orange can be pronounced with one syllable and in this poem it is one syllable.
Colors of zinnias given as gifts have meaning.
Fuchsia, hot pink, magenta means deep and everlasting love
Yellow means warmth and happiness
Green means nature, renewal, growth, and emotion
Orange means health and vitality
What I miss:
The scents of fancy foods and good intent
The hugs of friends at church and sinners' lament
Foods we share on celebration Sunday, rest in my chair
Sometimes I think this whole situation totally unfair
Substitutions I like:
Riding down to Flint River, a sliver of respite
Gone from cesspit of isolation and COVID 19 the despot
Then go by Diary Queen for a treat; so, so neat
A two for one on Sunday, a Sundae full of sweet
What I miss:
The weekly visits inspissate family ties
When we come together, no matter the weather time flies
We enjoy a meal, have our fill until
How the time flies, we part with goodwill
How God blessed from the herb garden:
Tiny yellow butterflies, such small fellows land
Their presence upon the pineapple sage so grand
Hummingbirdmoths feed at the troth of Maximillia sunflower
The giant fuchsia zinnias compliant to Monarch's scour
All in all God has blessed
He lifts me up; He's my guest
Sometimes I'm lonely and sometimes sad
But God fills voids and listens to my request
Finis'
Written: November 01, 2020
Sponsor: Joseph May
Contest: In Rhymes Sublime
A faint perfume of lilac blooms has stirred the sleeping dawn
Bright sunlight weaves a golden loom with threads across the lawn
Crisp white-lipped Delphiniums tossed snowflakes to the hills, while
Daffodils and pink jonquils shake off the morning chill
Each violet of morning has left no stone deferred
Found growing near, a sprout appears from every seed interred!
Greeting me like candle flames, are poppies, gold and red
Hawthorne weaves a golden crown around the arbor's head!
I look long past the windowpane, and spring has bloomed anew,
just in time to see the sky revealed in shades of blue
knitting primroses in surprise! A sight long overdue!
Lost between the flagstones, alyssum, wild and free, has
mushroomed into puffs of white, competing with sweet peas!
New sprouts of cosmos spring alive in flowerbeds we've teased
On winter's lace a pansy face is smiling up at last!
Petunias in their pastel coats, are dressed like royalty
Queen of all in velvet robes, the iris crowns the grass!
Resplendent are the foxgloves…..and the dragons are a Snap!
Sweet Williams are such gentlemen, they make the morning grand
Tiger lilies brave the wind, stalking in the breeze
Under every shady tree, violas are reprieved, while
verdant shades of primrose lace wear green upon their sleeves
Wisteria's hysteria spreads levity with ease!
Xanadu is Statice "quo"……now, what more could it do?
Yarrow blooms tomorrow. I'll have to dry a few
Zinnias mean that spring has sprung, to share fresh air with you!
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"Spring Is In The Air" Contest Form ..... A to Z (Abecedarian)
3/4/18
Sir, I do beg your pardon,
I assure you this is not a pick up.
But have you seen my lovely garden?
It is a peaceful place to sup.
Marigolds, zinnias, and wild buttercup
Crepe myrtles, lilacs, a beautiful rose,
Please sir, take a peek, when you wake up.
If you prefer, you can simply repose.
My green plants grow like weeds past my nose.
They thrive all day, and into the sweet night.
Some geraniums are practically up to my nose.
My garden is unparalleled, a terrific sight.
If you die tomorrow, do not have a care.
You may think it is only plain jargon,
Strangers lie under, plants grow from their hair.
I would love to show you my magical garden.
The fragrance of the roses preceded her into my kitchen
There were lilies, zinnias, coneflowers, a sunflower too
Baby’s breath added a great deal of delight to the bouquet
I felt instantly uplifted, although had been quite blue.
My C-2 is broken, which means my neck of course.
I am lying around feeling sorry for myself, but not anymore.
My feelings have been instantly transformed.
The second my thoughtful neighbor walked into my door.
How did you know? I asked her. I had not advertised my break.
The entire neighborhood knows, she reassured me, thanks to Slim.
We all want to help you, so shifts we are going to take.
No words were good enough to thank them.