"zed" poems
Algeria a rich land poor people,
Angola seems to have kings,
Benin is blessed with voodoo,
Botswana blood bulls diamonds,
Burkina Faso can't cope coups,
Burundi twelve years a slave,
Cape Verde has half a million,
Cameroon got cocoa,
Chad's lake is shrinking,
Comoros has under a million,
DRC is third largest,
Congo is it's neighbour with capitals facing,
Côte d'Ivoire has few elephants,
Djibouti's on the horn,
Egypt has mummy's,
Equatorial guinea struck oil in 95 but didn't loose change,
Eritrea has 5000 running annually,
Ethiopia's great rift is pretty ******
Gabon is subject to black gold,
Gambia got a peace of it after 65,
Great Ghana oasis of peace,
Guinea is diverse,
Bissau too,
Kenyans have beautiful smiles,
Lesotho is SA's baby,
Liberia oldest republic,
Libya needs liberty,
Madagascar where are the penguins!
Malawi has warm hearts,
Mali is 8th,
Mauritania is 11th,
Mauritius marvel,
Morocco fine leather,
Mozambique keeps the dugongs,
Namibia Windhoek ah,
Niger after a river,
Nigeria makes zuma rock,
Rwanda listen,
Sao tome and principe 2nd smallest,
Senegoals,
She sells Seychelles,
Sierra Leone free?
Somalia loose,
S. Africa reign,
South Sudan independent?
Sudan - black,
Swaziland more than solo men,
Tanzania trade,
Togo up down,
Two knees yeah,
Uganda teacher come simeon,
Zambia's peace?
Zimbabwe got rid of Mugabe.
Always thought zed was co.za but we're actually co.zm,
so what's zim?
One way we'll loose change is when the overseers begin to acknowledge the under looked.
-nyanta
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
Alabaster Archipelagos
Benevolent Beauty Beaming
Constructive Contradictive Creative Contemplations
Dante's Darling Dances Deliberating Denominatives
Effervescent Escapisms Endearingly Emerge Elusive Edens
Fantastic Flamboyant ******** Flamed Fabulous Fiery Flickerings
Gorgeous Garden Gim'memores Gaudied Garnishing Gasps
Heavenly Hues Humming Heart's Harmonies
Immortaly Impregnated Inspired Ideals
Jessamin Jargon Jacuzzi Jams
Know-how Knacking Knurls
Light-spirited Lovers
Merge Magnificent
Naked Nocturno Nights
Omnipresent Ousia Over Odeons
Palpitations Perfect Peaks Pi Paws
Quintessential Quality Quarrels Question Quarks Quietness
Rododendron's Richameters Rescued Raw Reeling Ruby Realms
Sentient Syllabic Sapfo's Splendidly Spirited Semantics
Turning Turner's Timeless Timeless Twinklings
Unified Undulatory Unsolved Unicorns
Velvety Venice Voyages
Wanton Wantings
Xsylophone Xsantiphas
Yearnin' Yuki's Yen
Zed's Zealous Zen-it-hall Zeppelins
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
Hey, I'm not a lumberjack, or a fur trader there's only one pelt I'm interested in....
I don't live in an igloo or eat blubber, or own a dogsled Global warming has taken all the snow away....
and I don't know Jimmy, Sally or Suzy from Canada, i do know Partel, Kareem, Xi Chein and Steve
and they're really really nice.
I have a Prime Minister who is ******** not a president.
I speak English and a little French, not American though we like to mock southern accents...
And I pronounce it 'aboot, not about...
I can proudly sew my country's flag on my backpack along with with motorhead and misfits patches...
I believe in peace keeping, not policing unless you count the G20...
diversity, not assimilation, unless it's the borg...
and that the ****** is a truly proud and noble animal and a bald one is truely a wonder to behold...
A toque is a hat that douchbags wear all year round, a chesterfield is a couch that my dunken friends sleep on,
and it is pronounced 'zed' not 'zee', 'zed' unless its Zebra because Zedbra sounds stupid!!!
Canada is the second largest landmass that can be pilfered by multinational conglomerates!
The first nation of hockey!
and the best part of North America... except vegas!
My name is Josh!!
And I am Canadian!!!
EH?
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
the beauty of english nakedness, look at it for long enough
and you get to retract or at least crab-walk east
into the pincer plateaus of the frozen tundras and see
again, proustain afresh in the cork-lined room:
what bothered me was the acute stress on the faroese a -
english really is a blank canvas: or a complex canvas with
many unique distinctions of individual words - perhaps
the dementia crisis in english-speaking societies -
also why the accent diversity between all those who come
to learn it, and those who live in the zeitreich
of the absteigen sonne - but theories are theories.
so back to the blank canvas, which allows so see
the dynamics, although as i said, the acute faroese a
(acute, because derived from the latin verb of needlework /
puncture) - ~etymology (approx. because not
related to words but phonetic units, i.e. letters)
thus reveals that the latin accents died, truth tooth
of the phrase latin is a dead tongue - but not as dead
as when you see remnants of the transformation,
in that certain latin activities (verbs) spawned the stressing
revisions on letters to appropriate the nordic and germanic
slavic, *** and celt into its ***** acute to puncture -
like the polish acute o (ó), meaning to puncture the o
and make a U sound, although when otherwise acute is
needed, but the geometry is less obvious it means not to stress,
but sharpen, cut-short, exfoliate into a range of onomatopoeic
comparisons: sneeze - wheezing - high pitch flute -
play the clarinet - pincer the tongue - pliers -
god knows what instrument i'm really playing: ć, ń, ś, ź -
cut the letters from cen nan sap zed into the uniqueness
of the actual first letter, go into roman do re mi fa so la
****** musicology) rather than greek omega omicron
alpha beta. so this acute faroese a, what bothered me
was the suffix -áp... the p you see, if the accent dynamic
was to end with a german umlaut -äp or with a
māori macron -āp... i would have said the p...
rather than ending with a b.
*"heimlich" tongue-numbing d.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 9:06 AM UTC
this is the golden tangent
slipping in the sinister land of
everything you ever landed
on the wings of our entire planet
left behind with every man who commands it
to live and breathe because of zed dog
look into the symbolistic meaning of z being the breathing
i live to end the simple dancing
necromancy of what is a tangent
before necromance this, ungrateful
and dried out planet
sympathy
and all that you gave it
has nothing lost in the pavement
i have nothing ever long in things
that is what i am in this whorld
not just to me
not just to you
i have everything that is left to have
this piece of sky
folding inwards
eat my favorite eye
in between yours
i am driving into the clouds running away from me
chasing always leading to the sunsets i remember
being there in the patient virtue of your hating
and what it have me the right to see hindsight in
I'm not a patient to this believing of all that is saving
I'm not a blatant worry to society
all those things are hidden here
in this hideaway drawer that you left open
bang your knee and remember the contents, and how they are broken.
leave this world like a patient embalming emblem
letting you patiently open the whorl pool of patient
what is the payment and grace of the spoken
for the hindsight of all those things that are left broken
so this is the river flooding over the burning bridge
this is the island , that is underwater, thanking the ice caps for growing
this is the row boat is which you gave birth to a baby, that someone is borrowing
this is the patience of all those that are waiting for you to get better
this is the road home
lets try this pipe and hope it goes to your favorite level
let the mushrooms that grant you breathe of fire, become flowers that are shinning even in the daytime.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 11:49 AM UTC
Zed Alpha Alpha
Bravo Charlie
Whiskey Whiskey Delta
Zed Alpha Alpha
Bravo Charlie
Whiskey Whiskey Delta
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 3:05 PM UTC
a slap on a face by a girlfriend,
just because she feels
like you've been cheating
on her while visiting your grandparents...
i must have looked pretty fit
for her to assume such a delusion...
and then countering...
punching yourself enough
times and giving yourself a plum
(a black eye)...
what do you think feels worse...
the 20 odd punches by yourself,
or the slap in the face?
that's not a trick question...
the slap in the face...
stings like a bee...
hones onto Parkinson's
like Muhammad Ali:
what is Parkinson's?
a bit like an animated stroke,
in slow slow motion,
over a long period of time.
- Rammstein makes a fetish
of various disorders
in the video for mein teil...
oh... lookie lookie lucky:
i've experienced the classical
bulimia of the ancient Roman
bourgeoisie...
i went to the bulimia gym...
trained the oesophagus
so well (it's not a tract,
it's a muscle) that i was able
to eat as much chocolate
as i was able to spew out...
on note: i love when Germans
sing...
that elitist part of me
disappears...
because: who the ****
had the authority to say
that opera was exclusively
an Italian or a French affair?!
- technical matters...
what is a precursor
hyphen?
a new paragraph in poetry;
a semi-colon? an elongated
pause...
backing up on
the topic of the hyphen...
point-break
(great movie by the way...
hate the remake...
Val Kilmer... Patrick Swayze...
or as i like to call them...
Valerie **** Me
and pat Paddy's back
while he swings Zed).
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
They wake up
and shake off
the layers of dead skin
scraped off in their sleep
into a heap
of dead thoughts
swept up
in a maelstrom
of dead weeks
spent in their bedroom
without a peek
dead swoons & sweeps
through the rain drops
through the levees and creeks
and the dead fog
unchanged from the bleak
still breathing smog
dead fantasies
life shaped oblique
singing the same song
a sunken verse with dead rhymes
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 7:17 AM UTC
They found the shattered remains of my head and brain,
scattered around my bed in crystals and in grains,
shining red and white like broken candy canes,
Marked it down as evidence, A to Zed and back again.
Bring me back to breathing, today or tomorrow,
twenty hours of dreaming, nightmares of only sorrow.
Inevitable fall from grace, blood splattered on my face,
but a smile still shining when I turn down second place.
Rip out my changing eyes, I choose to go blind.
So many restless sighs, in this white noise mind.
Rip out my babbling tongue, the messages you will not find,
too many songs unsung, in this white noise mind.
You make the signs and I'll take direction,
keep feeding lines, it only increases infection.
I find my teeth to grind, biting down on affection,
that you tangle and bind, leave it in an unmarked section.
Take my burning ears, they listen far too kind.
So many haunting fears, in this white noise mind.
Take my shaking hands, they're locked and intertwined.
Nothing to understand, in this white noise mind.
I only see bright red stop lights,
they line my way, they trace my nights,
they always stay, don't leave my sight.
So take my silent heart, rib cage is too confined.
Rip all organs apart, leave behind a white noise mind.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 8:09 AM UTC
C'est oui, paste away, we make do, duty calls
Le Bourgeois gentilhomme
(French pronunciation: [lə buʁʒwa ʒɑ̃tijɔm],
From the troves of our public domain,
what did you wish you had known,
when you had that chance
at Jeopardy, one chance,
if a wish were truly wished,
we occur to some as riverwise twisted
fibers from longer ago than local time science
allows, you suppose allowing belief with reason,
cause of pain is pain relief, loser role attained,
proof of past trauma drama as collect sets. Points.
Scoring. Exact.
Past out act/ Bam/slap play slips into Chris Hart,
o we all recall him, he did that slapping body music,
and did not comb his hair for a year or so,
-not him, the kid from Orm, the dean's kid.
so in your reader mind, you have a few clues, times
and seasons seen from distant bubbles still,
- Reagan's daughter attended Orm. Datafact.
time slips, mental lubricant for safe letting.
All forms go out be come standard, it is the object.
Like that, or this, to ways to sense make and so
many more point from which one may choose to see.
McLuhan bolted, as I learned the ropes and gears
years ago, a kind of ******** in and out,
with pressing walls, closing in and teeny, tiny holes,
shine so bright as day explodes camera obscura,
on the inner wall on the backside of our eyes,
mindtimespace stirred into a foam,
the old saying, put a head on it, meant something
to sailors in the beer commercials.
I got advice from Ziggy's therapist {that's amindscrew}
in the funny papers, we all saw the truth freeing
knowledge that everyone knows,
nobody is as happy as people in beer commercials.
Mar 26, 2023
Mar 26, 2023 at 5:48 PM UTC
Throughout life people will show you love
love from one another,love from above
from those who have moved on and those who still linger
within my heart and sometimes wander,
through my head and in my mind
knowing that they're safe inside
in my thoughts whilst layed in bed
in my heart whilst making zed's
and, though I'm asleep I can still feel
that all knowing eye watching over
thinking of me, and keeping me safe
knowing with it watching me I'm in a good place.
this eye also has a voice
a well known voice, to which I might add
this voice I speak of happens to be My Dad.
My Dad.
My Daddy.
My ***
MY HERO
just imagining being with him makes me feel so high
like a fluttering starling floating across a sunlit sky
it makes me feel warm and stops me being mad
this is where I go to when I feel sad, when I feel aggressive or need to feel glad
glad that I have something to achieve
to make my dad proud of me
because he believed,
I could do anything that could make him proud
but I want to impress him and shout it out loud
I want to say that my dad was the best
he helps me through everything although he's not there
I can feel his presence in the air
it runs through me because he is my warmth
he is my idol
he is my king
his is what i believe in
I will meet with him again one day
Him.
my Dad.
My Daddy.
My ***
MY HERO
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 9:34 AM UTC
I am a bud flowering,
I just can't wait to be King!
The harvest moon rising
Can only mean one thing;
Dopamine's in flow
While you're rising from the blow--
Hey wait, No, Don't you go!--
Revel in the Crash and Glow.
Put your demons to bed
Like thy're no better than zed--
And don't fear to be led,
Because sometimes you're better off dead.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 11:06 AM UTC
slumbering cream-cheese on the tip of
an unhungried tongue... in past lives,
we met and you called me crazy. for
once, we are on the same level and
neither of us are not untethered in
the nether of whenever. kindred
souls know how to laughalot,
whereas unkindred soulzzz
bite each other with
elongated continuities
of 'Zed.'
we are perhaps both of these
at different times, but there
is never a lack of love tho
a lack of passion might
have done us well as
well as done us
harm all
depending on how
bent-outta-shape we'd
cared to be. there is
nothing inside of me
that says winter more
than holding yer hand
down the length of the
pole-line while you wore
flats and freezed and
I was too afraid to talk
very loud becuz a small-
town meant solitude and
I couldn't stand solitude
as I wasn't a solid, but a
gas and a liquid too afraid
to become the temporary
icy toothache of a transient
season.
I will love you forever,
but don't tell yerself that.
there's a dead guy in the body,
but he's only fast asleep.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
Do you recall,
my son,
from your side
of the curtain
of death,
that Metallica CD
you bought me
at that record fair
some years back?
You fingered through
a number of CDs
in racks
looking for something
for yourself:
Radiohead
or R.E.M.
I forget which
or was it more
or both.
I was in
a heavy metal
frame of mind
that day;
counting the money
to match the choice.
I'll get it
for you
for your birthday,
you said.
I play it still,
the Metallica CD,
the thundering drums,
buzz saw guitars,
chugging bass,
and tough guy voice
over the turned up
loud burning lot.
I think of you
when playing it now;
your quiet nature,
soft spoken voice,
hungry-bear stance
about the room,
your own unique
chuckle of humour.
Do you remember,
my son,
the Zed Zeppelin
CD and DVD
you bought me
for my birthday
that final year?
you'll always be
a rocker,
you said,
and those words
repeat softly,
like a summer breeze,
through the corridors,
of my mourning head.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
Why do I let you mess with my head?
I’m always laying here clueless in bed.
Trying to think of things I can shred like Zed,
But we know it’s fiction,
That Pulp said he’s dead.
Maybe I should chill,
Pop another med,
But now I’m letting something else put me back in my head.
I’m stranded, lonely, I only know to put paper to lead.
To sum it up,
You ****** me,
Nuff said.
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
Down among the Zed men, lay a little lullaby,
Waiting to be sung; by the children of the sea.
And waiting in the billabong with a feather helmet on,
Was Willie of the three hearts, to see what he could see.
‘Well, lookie here’, said Willie, when he saw the little lullaby,
‘Who left you to lie around, unwanted and unsung?’
‘Bad boys, mad boys, they left me here to waste away,
Won’t you to take me across the sea, to shores far flung?’
So, Willie picked up lullaby and put him in his little sack.
‘I’d better take you home my love, it’s time for tea’.
‘Oh thank you” said the sweet refrain” I will be your friend,
For you have saved me from my fate, as well as you can see’.
So! Off they went with merry step, to find the way to ******* home
And soon they heard the calling voice of ******* faithful mum.
‘Hello lad, where’ve you been now and who is that you’re carrying?’
You’ve both arrived in time for supper, jellied wasps and roses, and cream.
An hour later warm and fed, soft lullaby wished them many thanks
‘Think nothing of it’, said ******* mum, pouring another cup of steam
‘Come on said Willie, Let’s light a fire
Well lullaby, so happy now, living with his special friends,
Laid a spell upon them both and gave them the eternal dream.
This is how they dream,
Fairy cakes and shaggy dogs
Washing lines and rainy days
Hammers, nails and rusty iron
Pretty dolls and mornings in May
Clouds that look like Ships of the line
Leviathan whales and teapot cosies
Skipping children and Waterfalls
Thunderstorms and sweet little posies
Blues and reds and pinks and greens and
Black and red and black and blue and black and blue and black and blue...
Sweet dreams,
Remember,
Lullabies are forever.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 8:13 AM UTC
Hello is anyone in there, you hear a girls scream in the distance, you run towards not knowing what may lay beyond the darkness, you choose to continue, fighting the urge to scream and cry, you worry Nocturne will be there yet, you sense no light, so you must not be near a ward, yet it seems when you run through grass Garen will be there to shut you down from the rest of your travels, you think you can run like Zed or maybe even escape like Zil Yet you still get caught up, all you know is danger is everywhere but you heard a plea for help, you cant shake that, why cant you just get through it like Alistar, or maybe even Nautilus you try and fake that your fine, yet you cant be when you get hurt by yet another tree, is it Zyra Waiting for her revenge, or did you just get unlucky with RNG and take the pain, no matter what don't back down... until you release the Last Breath Call you yasuo, but you get back up with Guardians Angel but its to bad Zil isn't on your team, now you must face the team fight alone. without the help of your dead lying team
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC
~for S.,
who needs to look up
nada et. al.,
for & cause,
she was the
implanter-in-chief~
<>
by now
you know exact my meaning,
the daily diurnal,
the witchs why you keep
a log, a journal,
of the all memories mundane,
pleasurable and pained,
the stuff of life
which morphs into
the stuffing of your
scribing,
aged pages
of endless fascinations,
of the tiny artifacts,
the dance habits,
muscular sized,
from moment of
first arousal,
to the last thought
clanging,
all are impressed upon
your closing jail door eyelids,
all these minutiae
now nightly benightly
locked in,
the actions and reactions,
that choose you,
or vice versa
the A to Zed
of who you be,
what summaries get kept
in your head,
of who you
were, was, when,
now storaged
in that stainless steel
attic of
you actions
in living color, the
terrible and the tedious
all these seedlings of amoebas,
of unending routine edges,
that define
your selving delving,
and shelving of
yourselves,
the best mysteries
of your personal histories,
that you’ll take to your graveriueries^
t h e y
are the original origins of a life,
you who walked you out of the sea,
to become the
salt of recorded history
sprinkled upon
your poetry…
<>
and those ****
they
said you
couldn’t rhyme
worth a dime
ah well,
they~them
last seen
entering
the hated gated
halls of hell
sighing,
while I’m
laughing,
Rolfing^
on my
Armstrong ceiling tiling^
Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 9:48 AM UTC
*
*Numerics to Alphabets
Infinity, Minus 1, Minus 2
Three, Two, One.... zero...
We are fated
Destined.... to LOVE
We are not going to flee
We are going the loooong way
We are going to "LOVE"
Birth gave us a chance to LOVE
Life gave us a chance to meet
Now don't show us a rule book
Don't show us any tradition
Don't show us laws & practices
We are here to break it all
We are blessed with LOVE
We are going to
Make LOVE come true
So don't come in our way
Because we are doing it
"The REBEL Way"
The track is set
We are not turning back
We won't stop at trying anything
We did not hear - What did you say?
IMPOSSIBLE...!?
No one shall stop us now
We will LOVE beyond time now
So go - get set, on your marks
LOVE is a blessing we received
And we are going to make it
For YOU, for me and
For all those who
Deeply LOVE
Aye, Bae, See...
Zed, Ex, Why...Aar
Get Set Go*
*
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 11:25 PM UTC
Of course I want to be read
She wrote that, I want it to be said
I’ve got so many stories in my head
Few I’m proud of, many I dread
I lie down at night in my bed
threading words worthy of a spread
Oh, by the way, my name is not Zed
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 7:37 AM UTC
You probably sent him the same songs,
But I don't really sing along,
To other's tracks,
I'm my own balancing act.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
Zed Alph Alpha
Bravo Charlie
Whiskey Whiskey Delta
(repeat)
Oct 13, 2023
Oct 13, 2023 at 7:09 PM UTC
please girl, always wear blue!
please girl, who among is
not always been a runner up
to somebody, in some endeavor,
and it always be this way forever,
I have read but one of your poems,
(now no longer true)
Though I have read and written
This ideation, in a 1000 variations,
By 10,000 we are~we be
be poets
But let us start at the beginning,
and not miss the obvious,
Spelling of your name
whether or not by choice by choice,
by somones
incision
upon your everything
I gifted you this po-em
makes a specialist in unique,
Never knew never read a,
Lizie with this single Zed,
And though there may be others
Another I have yet encountered
as a prolific poet at such a tender age,
So now you test & task me, with
a closer examination of your written largesse
i'm a stumbler, and a tumbler of/to those
who dabble in this black on white magical,
artistry, but to your naming, I retuning, returning,
thanks to whomever entitled you to this heraldry,
so here I commence, but not end, for I am too,
Well familiar with the women whose names,
Were deliciously and deliberately misspelled,
to make sure, forever,
their own specialization art on insight or foresight,
of birthright and born rights, SO cease the boohoo,
Immediately<
we are always be behind to a second place finisher, unkbeknownest,
to thousands here. and else where,
but hopefully, much loved, by those who value their
own scripting, for themselves, who let out, emit a slight
growl of satisfaction, and an even bigger smile at satisfying
the inner first among so many, surrounding you,
by name
preserved prezisely for you...
nml
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 5:08 AM UTC