Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Alphabet Poems

We had a "Writing Day" today at book club. Below are some of the anonymous creative works. We wrote "alphabet poems," which means that each poem has 26 words, one starting with each letter of the alphabet. No repeats. You have to write in order. "x" is the only letter you're allowed to fudge.

Abby
buddy
came down
eatin' freaky
great hair
irritated janky kangaroo imitation
make no one put quail robot stuff up their veil
with x-hausted yet zooish


Any bald cat diving, energetically, furiously, going headlong into jello knows luck makes no old pals. Quickly, risking some towels, unilaterally vaults, whispering x-haustedly, "You're zapped."



A
big crab defended every fairy.
Good.
Happily, I joked.
Kinda.
Lovingly, my nose opposed pears.
Questioningly, Rachael sat the unhappy,
vicious, weird x-huberant youthful zoo (down).


A
beautiful, cold Diane eloped Friday.
Green Herbert is just kidding.
Love means nothing.
Other people question really strongly their union vows.
William.
Xylophone.
Young.
Zoop


Anna blasted Cullom dauntingly, euphorically, famously.
Go, Hillary, incinerate Jake.
Kayleigh, lobotomize orks.
Phill quickly, riotously, ultimately shouts 'Tim.'
Ultra-Vincent walks x-tremely 'yiddishly.'
Zebras.


A boy came doing eggdances.
Fish gulped hardily inside jellyfishes.
Killing loons makes nobody over-reactive.
People quake reassuringly, sweetly.
Together underground, Venezuelan whales x-plain your zealousness


Ants begin cautiously deciding everything for going home in January
Kindly loathing men, not oppressing persons quietly
Rather so than upholding valentine's wednesday
x-haling youthful zebras


Alfi bounces circles down everything
fun, going high, icey jumpy kicky loopy,
meandering now...
off polar quilts, really!
Stop!
Turn!
underneath violins, weather, xylophones
yellow zombies


A big, cartwheeling dog eating fries
gold, huge; I joke, kick, laugh...monkeys not observant
People quest reluctantly
So telepathic
Umbrellas valiant
Why x-treme?
Yellow zebras


At Bob's car Dad eats french goats happily
I just kept/lost my note on pigs,
quick roll sideways, turn up, vibrate with x-ray
you zora

1 comment:

Niah Just Niah said...

I think mine (the one about william zoop)make sense!...kinda sorta..