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Hieroglyphic Syllabary

A
Alas! Alice and Aladdin.

Alluring the audere, ostentatious accolade while accomplishments glissade.

Aviating apertures and appetency of tapestries abide with no agenda…

no agenda to admit.


B
Baffled by bain banter, believed by both...
betray their betroth.

Babies, baubles, and beaches…
love of botanical bliss.

Once beguiled, bold beauty abound...
bemoaned and bequeathed to none.

Believe it or not, it’s better to be.


C
Kangaroo and caterpillar cross paths at every corner.

Cuddling and creeping, they caravan together.

Their candor is curious as they carefully convene.

Upon consorting with a bee, so courageous and so kind,

the caterpillar is compelled to create a butterfly.

"What mischief!" says the Kangaroo, "It cannot be contrived."

The cunning bee consults him, too, and
he began to cry.


D
Devilish dogs dare to demystify, the dream
that drags during the delay of dark.

As the draft destroys the drifting demands,
darkness is driven by dread and delusions.

Druids and dragons determine defeat,
while Delilahs defame the weak.

Dare I say, I do not dally there.


E
Evangelize and emphasize every belief you emblemize.

Epithets emotionalize ecclesiological exponentiations.

Editorialize your efforts to effectualize what you encompass.

Equitable and earth shaking meanings are required for every transformation.


F
I feel my life fleeting.

It’s futile to fictionalize my lot.

This freestanding facilitation is causing my defamation.

Florescent lights filibuster my forethought, while I frog-march through my furnishings.

The figurative forfeiture of my footprint falls and forgotten families no longer frequent Ward 15.


G
Gallant Gertrude gallops along the quivering grass so green,

granting glamorous glimpses of our great serene.


H
Happy sonnets hide from haunting,
heaving the heart to happenings.

Hurt that hollows will not heckle
the hilarious Haiku.


I
Inherent images of the immediate future imitates the past.

Illusions of an improvised impression is left to interpretation.

Immediately individualize your independent integration of influential investigation.

Inspiration for intolerance is not resolved by indignation,

but of instinctual illumination.


J
Jester’s jokes aimed at me,
justify his jolly.

Jumping from jolly to justice only
germinates deceit.


K
Kandy Kanes and kupcakes kloud my judgement,

kategorically speaking.

Only, kauliflowers and kucumbers do not make it klear,

that keratin and kale keep up my keen kinetic charges.


L
Languid lust leaves us less alive.

Liability of lure languishes our love.

Love less lethal and live life anew.


M
Monkey see, monkey do.

Miracles mediate mindful few.

Mend the moat and mind the mew.

Marriage is for me and you.


N
Needy Nancy (and nosey too!)

never, never knew

that the note delivered was fairly new.

Now, Nelly nabbed a nickel, but she never noticed you.

Naturally, the notorious note silently went askew.


O
On an onerous day,
the Ogdon of Ogmire officially obligated offers.

As it was, the Ogdon controlled the offertory and omitted others.

How can Ogmire rid itself of the oracle called Ogdon?

Oddly, they never bothered.


P
Pristine pictures promote perfection.

Pageantry is prolific.

How pensive and pointed to persuade and follow suit.


Q
Queenly and royal is our honeybee. I choose to quarantine with thee.

Quintessential purpose and frequent acquisition, the quest to survive and replenish, creates equality.

Equipped to quake her battle cry, “All for one and one for all”, while

the songs of the worker bee quietly forge within soliloquy.


R
Replace the rats in the round.


S
Sister, Sister. There is no mister.

Sounds of solitude surmise
that solitude is sinister.

Salvage the sentence and simply say,

"My sister mine is simply sublime".



T
Typewriter and telegrams are tall tells of technology.

Transforming the teleconference threatens our tradition.

Tomorrow at twilight, we must turn over the template,

traversing a new tenement of thought.

To trust the torque of our children transfers our twist of fate.

The torch will be passed and transhistorical innovations will triangulate.


U
Unveil the unconstrained precedent on which you stand.

Utopian promises of ultra - liberalism are unrealistic.

Ultra - conservatism is undesirable.

Utilitarianism is uniquely accommodating, but only the

Ultra-modernist will survive with unconditional compromise.


V
Vineyards once divine, vintages valuating time.

As the Venetian village vespers and waits in vain,

vivacity vanishes and violins refrain while
weathervanes volunteer no hope.

Verses reverberate with variant sounds and
promenade beliefs that God will prevail.



W
Wager the winnings before you warble.

Wistful words win while you wane, wither and wobble.


X
Experiment with extra to expand your expressions.

Extemporaneous exclusions exude none.

Explicatives are excessive, and exaggerations are exhausting.

Extras are exceptional,

only when experience is unexpected.


Y
Youth yearn for more, as more yearn for youth.


Z
Zany zebras show zeal in Zambia as they zap flies with their tail,

while beautiful zamias bloom in
unsynchronized fashion.

Their buzzworthy bees are a dizzying lot,
leaving me bumfuzzled,

as my fascination is revitalization in globalization.

Our world once deemed flat, then round, and now, is flat again.

We live in A to Z.
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Christina Coleman Hardin

I grew up under the eye of a literary connoisseur. Rhymes, alliterations, and mystical sonnets filled my mind. My particular favorite was the gender bending tales of "As You Like It" with Rosalind. The empowering fables of the Grimms were my bedtime stories, and Dr. Seuss was a regular. All of this was stuffed in my mind, and now, in my middle years, I regurgitate into words sublime. You are the lucky recipient! The songs of Blake and that certain slant of light allow the carriage to pass me by. And you dear reader, won't wonder why. more…

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