"zips" poems
Earlier today, painting was the activity that we had planned
I have a support teacher who would always lend a hand
She had left the class to get the paint all mixed
While I stayed behind to get the toys and props all fixed
She came back and bore bowls of red, white and blue
Made me think of...well, made me think of you.
Lunchtime I visited a store and neatly displayed on low shelves
Arranged so immaculately as if magically done by elves
Were cases upon cases stitched together with only zips
They almost instantly bent a smile to my lips
Their colours shone brilliant red, white and blue
Made me think of...well, made me think of you.
Passed by a shop selling accessories and apparel
Merchandise dangled on wall hooks and some in a jumble
On the adjacent wall something caught my eye
Carried all the neat little tote bags one could ever buy
One peeking from a corner was red, white and blue
Made me think of...well, made me think of you.
Walked by a building, so modern-looking and new
Down on one side almost obscured from view
Were these horizontal rows of dancing neon lights
Stopped for a minute just to soak in the sights
Then I realised that they flickered red, white and blue
Made me think of...well, made me think of you.
Waited for the bus to get home at my usual bus stop
Whilst waiting, I shifted and from my bag something did drop
Bent over and picked my coin pouch that had fallen out
Looked up only to see another commuter lingering about
On his pack was a sticker which boasted red, white and blue
Made me think of...well, made me think of you.
Bus was packed, found a seat in the back row
Sat myself down, I peered briefly out the window
Engine under me, I scanned around to those who were seated
Observed the floor beneath my shoes as it vibrated
My pair of Adidas, oh my, they're red, white and blue
Made me think of...well, made me think of you.
Got home, put my bag down and sank into the sofa
Switched on the telly, on was the Food Network's "Barefoot Contessa"
Surfed through the channels, caught a real estate commercial
Promoting prime land in a country not anywhere regional
Splashed on the screen, a flag - red, white and blue
Made me think of...well, made me think of you.
End of the day, it is best that I hit the sack
Allow some rest for my poor aggravated back
But not till I complete the words you're currently reading
I'm thinking, dreaming and furiously typing
How do I end this? Hmm...red, white and blue?
I'm thinking and dreaming...and wishing I'm with you.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
Amazing it was what Grandad would do
with a drop of oil or a bit of glue
Stopped watches, sticking locks
Faulty switches, zips on breeches
Kettles that wouldn't sing
Bells that wouldn't ring
He'd say let me have a look my dear
Touch the pencil behind his ear
Adjust his specs, stick out his tongue
And in a jiff it was mended and done
But now he's not here to save us from sin
Anything broken goes straight in the bin
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
Bright flashes of red
Give away the Cardinals.
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
from the capped visitors.
Warning! Warning!
Shriek the Blue Jays!
Loud as a siren
our tiny wrens.
Crowned with a point
the titmouse displays.
Dressed to the nines
the juncos present before a storm.
Sparrows flock about
White crowned ones too.
Nuthatches scampering
like the squirrels around the limbs.
Brown creeper so shy
round and round the trunk.
Mockingbird flashing white on the wing
singing multitudes of songs.
Crows hold caucuses
along side the road.
Whirring wings buzz
Hummingbird zips on by.
Feathered friends on the wing
Speak to nature's diversity.
Feb 20, 2011
Feb 20, 2011 at 7:52 AM UTC
How relative is time
That when I have an address
Of where to send my thoughts
I may march through the days
With my coveted "tasks" of penship
Fulfilled
Yet when I lack this focal point
And fumble into doorless walls
Each dizzy cell zips about
With not a patient comfort, all
Panicked
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
The red of cigarette ashes contrasts the white upon the snow.
The expanse is unbroken as his gaze wanders lonely plains.
He takes one puff; then another; then another one so
he can forget her face, and remember how it feels to live again.
His parka is unzipped as he breathes in air so cold,
and cigarette cherries reach his palm and burn away cold contemplations.
He smiles at the Arctic gods' cool ministrations; their fervent consolations
for the love he is smoking and forgetting in the snow.
He zips up his jacket, tosses ashes far below.
He turns away, his footsteps marking the white waste.
They are the only remnant of his remembering ablation,
and soon, they too, are absorbed by the plateau.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
*Dragonfly
zips across thine eye
flowerbeds
fields of somber song*
Jul 2, 2010
Jul 2, 2010 at 7:08 AM UTC
You tell her you love her
she says "I know I can see it in your eyes"
you look into hers and beneath the aqua blue
you can see she loves you too.
But she won't say it. She just turns her head and bites her lip.
She's not supposed to say it.
Willpower is something I strip off nonchalantly baring my naked soul
she zips hers up and holds it tight, she's not ready to be free
You share a visible yet impassable love
a beautiful gift kept tied in a bow, never for the world to open
Two stars floating in the universe meant to collide
yet always passing each other by
Chemically balanced, but time is never on your side
The sparks fly spitting out flames
but never catching fire
All that remains is a shorted circuit
because she never could be free.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
As fridge-rator to beer in the head between the ears adorned with flashy widgets with which to trap the hoes he hopes that he can pull into his poles. His gravity whips wide so hands find and feel up erthing that gots the tail, he wants to rail so hands out he walks and tilts to one side and back holding his glass. Two fingers limp around the rim, dipping his fingertips into the juice like he wants to dip into you, pinkies as he holds your head forcing you to **** like you want his come as much as he wants to come. Then when done zips up, runs out, ***** sayonara", switch rerun mode without emotion. He floatin. He floatin. He gloatin.
Head on the couch back making tired, one eye open scoping everyone's glow as they move, when up he comes sittin in my face, spittin what he thinks I want him to say, I'm like, **** guy control that tongue, you spray like that always I'm afraid I won't take that wild **** as tool is to you as to yo ***** Right ******* ****** spittin harder in the lean up perhaps the lead up to fist flung to react. "Man you too loose, I gotta tell you, I've got just what you do." "Your uh ****** Man watch ya flavor of language, I got just enough ****** left to get hard and stomp you, heel first in boots bought to stomp, pre-emptive to deal with the bullwhip effect where first you droolin to **** me, then retract like a bowstring because my ***** resembles a **** "What you want, ***** You wan **** this **** for real?" (For real?) He floatin. He floatin. He floatin the room, he ghosting.
Lick my lips, cept it's not a tongue. For this purpose it's strobe lights, in light show, and like snow, black and white between sheets of plastic TV screen on get settled into my flow, rip back and forth like prongs on a fork on your ******* blindfolded and scolded right angle, bent like an L-shape repenting for **** by taking the ****** flash cards, held up on headboards, trying to teach you metrics and standards lacking in you to tune you into the lifestream, no empathy and no tact to show, remember this hell well while you sail through life preying, I'm praying and making marks in meat coats. But he floatin. He floatin. He gloatin.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
Blade so cold so right
Taking a joyride across my body
Silver on white
Shaking hand to guide it
Tears, zips, leather and lace
Crimson escaping fresh slit
Lips, soft, supple, prickly
Unshaven you nuzzle and drink
My blood so desirable and sickly
Stop stop blood clot
Immune system allows you only some
You draw away you've had a lot
Violins in my ears
The room spins and I fall down
No sight takes away fears
I awake, white room, methylated spirits
Doctors tend to my open scars
The feeling is so right
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
They are starting to grow and I am so, so proud of them.
With every little achievement they succeed, they are blooming
But a selfish part of me silently cries
Because I am becoming less and less needed in their eyes.
They no longer need me to push them on the swings,
Or warn them not to pick up ***** and stinky things.
They can wash themselves and brush their own hair
And decide for themselves what clothing they ought to ware.
They have mastered Velcro and zips, buttons and laces,
But sometimes they need reminding to wipe their scrubby little faces.
They can open the fridge and help themselves to a snack
And are sneaky enough to swipe extra cookies behind my back.
They are growing quickly and will definitely be
Taller and stronger and smarter than me.
I pray for their happiness, their health and their safety.
No matter what happens they'll always be my babies.
I do and will always love them, come what may.
And I hope they will know I do each and every day.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
She walks in the rain, annoyed
As the hair she combed so perfectly
Dances freely with the wind,
A tangled mess; wild and unruly
She zips her jacket till her chin
As she continues on her path
It's another feeble attempt to
Shield herself from the clouds wrath
She walks, sidestepping puddles
Her brand new boots caked with muck
She reaches the bus stop, cursing
The dreary weather in which she's stuck
She waits for the bus, impatient
As raindrops fall upon her face
Oh, how she hates the icy breeze
That knocks her hood out of its place!
She waits; half drenched, half frozen
As thunder roars from the skies
As though haughtily boasting about
All the umbrellas that it's destroyed
Finally, the bus arrives;
Her saviour, her salvation!!!
Now she braces herself for
The long long ride to her destination.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 6:49 AM UTC
He rolls out of bed
He drops out of his rack
He puts on his armour
He zips on his flight suit
He buckles his spurs
He laces his boots
He grabs his longsword
He grabs his helmet
And walks out to the stable
And walks up to the flight deck
To his steed
To his plane
He saddles the beast
He pre-flights the beast
Mounts
Gets in
Rears up
Kicks in full burners
And gallops forward
And takes a cat shot
Lowering his lance
Arming his missles and guns
He looks for dragons to slay
He looks for dragons to slay
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 9:16 AM UTC
First light, and
a chill mist.
Low bird calls.
Small and quiet,
the eldest child
zips her way
out of the tent.
Gathering
wildflowers,
she sips a bit
of mountain
water.
Reaching
up, she
offers
her flowers
into the
crook of
a plain tree,
bowing down.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
now i dwell
in Grand Belong
and think in song
i think in song
mystic thread
zips up my head
electrified where
gloom has fled
i’m heart-to-heart
and black is fair
i jete up to
champagne air
the dreaded
weight
of days
does not dim
this limpid face
swing the moon!
skim the stars!
shadows shiver
as I pass;
delirious
with God,
grand dance!
Apr 1, 2012
Apr 1, 2012 at 9:40 AM UTC
I swear
Sometimes
I am
Just drawing
Or wasting
Away
And I breathe
In and a cool
Quiet air enters
My lungs
It smells like
You and tastes
The way summer
Nights feel
After rain
I am breathing
You in daily
With tea in the morning
And heartache
In the afternoon
Incense like
Lighting my senses
To the smell of
The love you gave
In darkness
When we are
Fumbling
Through the
Clumsy first
Kiss where
Our lips meet
(And my heart
Is swimming
In fire-
Mentioning it)
The act
Of solemn
Silent
Serenity
That zips
And zooms
And soars up
To space
It doesn't end
And we are
Dancing
Back and forth
Giving and taking
And giving again
Lovely limbo
Of the stars
In your car
Summer breeze
Kisses your
Cheek and
So do I.
I am not thinking
Only being
Feeling
Laughing
Playing
Loving
Living
And all of the
Other -ing's
At once
Because I can
Be everything
I am when you
Are with me-
All at once or
Sleeping in silence
Your heart beat
Keeping time
With the stereo
Post-rain dreams
Moonlit night.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
Your voice is something that has me in a trance.
I'm the snake in the basket .....now watch me dance.
It's been said that music calms the savage beast....well the sound of your voice provides me with a inner peace.
The day has been hectic .....people with mean faces and gripes.
This is supposed to be The City of Brotherly Love.....but some are not so polite.
It seems everyone becomes a little bit nicer .....once day turns to night.
The alcohol starts flowing and the girls are looking right. The guys are in a huddle like a pack of wolves....admiring a female who is modeling her curves in a selection that's tight.
The music is blaring from the speakers and girls are dancing with each other. A brother attempts to dance with one and leaves the floor with her crew ......she said "We are not dancing anymore....we we were just having fun."
It's a long walk back to the bar....it feels like slow motion. You replay the interaction several times like a referee under the hood... but this call won't be reversed.....a few more drinks and your heart is coasting......now you are a tad bit enibriated from too much toasting.
Inappropriate comments on Twitter and Facebook......but you continue posting.
When I end the night ....I come home to you. You make my day worth living. Before I go to sleep can you sing to me?
The day was tough...my friend embarrassed themselves....it was so bad I really wanted to yell.
I just took sometime and remembered your voice .....the words turned into musical notes as they left your lips. I'm no longer present.....my mind is taking trips....I don't reside in one.....I have many different zips.
So before you ever decide to quit....Can you please .....sing for me?
The beast that resides inside....told me to ask you.
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 4:49 PM UTC
I’m good at reading lips
the ones that hide behind zips
in the middle of the hips
Their taste has made me lick mine
the moans they cause sound divine
their absence makes me pine
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 9:34 PM UTC
sidelong wakesleep
her face halved
in periwinkle sheets
one sun stripe
zips down the room
partioning the dark
toes yawn
under the sheets
inadvertently scratching me
her breath
so much more (or less)
than i could ever poet
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
It’s the hour before traffic,
around that time when the paperboys
sniff, all of them rubbing their noses on sleeves.
The smog is fowl,
a stray dog howls
orange explosions of bitter pain
through which the sun battles to make a comeback.
Amber lights
flash
right of way
for
whoever’s driving home from the pub,
whoever’s daft enough to face the day
that way.
The last ********** packs her bag,
stubs out her ***
and zips her **** shut,
‘A fat cow like me can only wait for so long.’
Soon the sky is Usual Blue,
discoloured by security swipes,
fake handshakes,
and Columbia’s finest
coffee-stained
coffee shop waiters
who sell the finest sugar cube coke
to those hardworking folk
who keep our nation ticking,
and tocking –
the digital clock,
my rooster with the fraudulent eyes,
tells me it’s time to let the snooze button go.
Feb 9, 2011
Feb 9, 2011 at 3:13 AM UTC
Shopping :o)
one bag of flour
the self raising kind
a pound of bacon
without the rind
a loaf of bread
a jar of jam
remember the pickle
to go with the ham
dog food and cat food
cheese and coffee
don't forget raisins
and nuts for the toffee
tomatoes, sundried
get those if you're able,
if you're not sure
it will say on the label
toilet rolls, eggs
shampoo and stir fry
get rolls without seeds
heaven knows why
salad and butter
hot dogs and sauce
get reduced fat, low sugar
and lo salt, of course
chocolate and sweetcorn
chicken and stuffing
a chocolate chip, walnut
and blueberry muffin
pizza with pineapple
ham and some cheese
fairy and cookies
ariel fabreeze
turkey, satsumas
not oranges with pips
tin foil and razors
and food bags with zips
nutella is best
it's the one we like most
so get a big jar
to spread on our toast
boys, thank you for helping
It's a great deal to me
oh, and don't forget cake
and biscuits and tea
i'll leave it to you
if there are things that i've missed
Just get what you think
if it's not on the list.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
Terminally upset,
terminally emotional.
Plagued with multiple personalities,
Plagued with a desire to maintain
my last clutches of scarce sanity.
Brushes with a simple reclusive state,
Slowly but surely morph into
brushes with a razorblade.
Trying to escape myself,
Trying to find a safe haven.
Breaking out of my façade,
Breaking out of the asylum.
Screaming loud, with everything left in me,
Screaming loud, but I know
No one can hear me.
Crying out for her,
Crying out for help.
Falling out of my sorrows,
Falling out of tomorrow.
The world growing increasingly violent,
The world growing eerily silent.
Seeing the cruelness in my last breaths,
Seeing the shards of pain in the shattered mirror.
Suddenly, a pale hand zips the body bag that holds me,
Suddenly, my vision fades to white.
Gently, the music of mourning begins to play,
Gently, my coffin in lowered into the ground.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 12:16 PM UTC
The edge of my soul is unsilenced
by the youthful glove of lust
Curtained wonders and curtailed tales
our songs recited and memorised on saddles
Sandals of certainty , candled yester years
My soles dared to tear a form
eyes roar in beats of a sinful stare
affixed sensations, the aesthetic nightmares
the cyclic eventful roller coaster of want
The padded faded jeans and cotton shirt
A fluent code of the cold wonderland
steers protons and affluent electrical neurons
Exploding zips, complementary zest
The **** ride on your stationed rod
My stallion, a rash, an adrenaline rush, our flight (oh la la)
At the sight of the afterglow stormy taste
our echoes astound the mountain tops
a wave of the heated dream in a cage
The aged flow of the surfacing rivers
As these words live in my mind
Flickering lights inside the synagogue maze
the cleavage fountain evaporating fumes
A showcase of undeniable holes and poles
A glorified truth tied in elastic hearts
Eclipsed as a shadowy armoured reflection
Hold my hand and fly the transient transcendence
Balance as I fall behind on the heighted prolific lines
Rehouse my day on these whispered thoughts
Time circles, time travels, time lost, time found
On this hour of attachment, catch me as I wave
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 5:06 PM UTC
Zodiacal signs shift
zones of time through
zephyrs swirling
in our breath - distance
zips down to zero
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC