Let's All Write something to do with Alliteration

Again, Ron Padgett's Handbook of Poetic Forms is not so much providing us with a poetric form in this exercise as a poetic device or tool.  However, modesty would prevent me from pointing out that my post on Allegories proved that these can be very profitable exercises.  Apparently, modesty has fled the day.

Padgett asserts, in his description of the device, that alliteration can often serve as a stand in for rhyme (or, in some cases, it's a series of like sounds strung together.  Kind of like switching it into hyper-rhyme.)  It is pleasing to the ear and guides the listener through the poem, slapping them awake with like sounds.  As with rhyme, it repeats a sound through the poem.  Most commonly you will see alliteration in reference to word clusters of the same first letter (think V's entrance into the story of V for Vendetta in the film version as well as throughout the original), but it can also mean clusters of words with similar sounds (as I said: hyper-rhyme.)  Padgett brings up Edgar Allan Poe's poem The Bells.  Since this is a blog where we can play with other things from the internet, I offer this example instead:

Kelly/O'Connor - Moses Supposes @ Yahoo! Video

Hopefully we've established by now that we are playing with words in this exercise (as we sort of are with all of these exercises.)  This exercise is about 1) vocabulary and 2) application of vocabulary (i.e. training the ear to speak.)  I am going to delve in to the "same first letter" version of alliteration.  Since I mentioned V for Vendetta in the parenthesis above, I think I will go with the letter "V" in mine.  We'll call it homage, which is a fancy word for stopping just short of plagiarism.

More formal forms will emerge as we continue through the book, but here now is my piece of alliteration:

V for Verisimilitude
by Paul Mathers

Verily, My voice is veriloquent when I aver
I've a view for verve, vigor and vim,
although my vocation is vocalizing for victuals,
and I've a vociferous vexation over the vile, venal and villainous varlets
who've volunteered their vanity with the volume of a vuvuzela.
Invariably, in velitation with these very venomous vipers
I'm not averse to violence.
My venae cavae volting with vinegar and vitriol,
I ravage the variety of vapid vermin with volcanic volleys,
vacating their vitality to their various Vahallas.






That was WAY harder than I thought it would be.  My esteem for Alan Moore has just shot through the roof.  In fact, you might say my respect for him is now at its vertex.