Best Zag Poems
How was I to know a lightning bolt
would zig-zag into me? My body lies there on the ground,
a nurse, doing CPR.
Shocked voices. All eyes focused on the victim.
While over the way, I stand. Separate. Watching.
I move to tap a friend’s shoulder, saying, that’s me. But my hand
goes straight through. Spooked. Why doesn’t he know I’m here?
Floating upstairs, the foggy image of my legs, and physical self,
shimmer and disappear.
I find my wife on the other side of a wall. She’s reading,
to our youngest grandson. Bluish light shines around me,
clear and bright. But neither look up.
Suffused with pure love and energy, I’m attached
to everything, movement unrestricted.
Jolted back into my body, it’s agony. Sirens scream. Police .
Ambulance. Lights flash, white, red and blue.
Morphine. Sleep. Slow recovery.
But I’m not the same person. As a child,
I couldn’t stand classical music it. Hated the piano.
Now I ‘m driven to learn. That’s why I came back.
Taught myself to read music, plunked out tunes.
Still, destiny stalked the Concert Stage.
Music pours into me from dreams. Arriving so fast
I struggle to write it down.
I play night and day on an old instrument,
gifted my way.
A wide repertoire draws my concert fans.
People cry, have visions.
Moved by the frequency of the music.
While I shiver to think that, alive or
dead, there’s only a thread between.
Reverse this polarity, my hormonal engine
Playing my body like a baby grand
Rough and rugged, Jerry Lee Lewis
Succumbs to Louis Armstrong in Platinum
Blues verses boogy woogy
An invariable blender, shaken not stirred
Keeping me up nights
Tapping my toes to the teardrops
entered for consideration in MJ's contest, "Let's get untwisted"
~Nearly Done~
(Zany Zig Zag Five style)
Day is nearly done
Light is almost gone
It's another day
Time again has flown
Now is time to rest
Relax cause nights here
Time to stop and pray
Give thanks for today
God hears our prayers
He gives us blessings
Forgives our sins
He is so loving
Day to be thankful
From dawn to nightime
Moon is peering thru
Time to dream and rhyme.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
March.07.2016
~Author's Notes:
"Zany zig zag five" is a poetry style created by Patricia Ann Farnsworth - Simpson.
All Braying, Cooing Density, Everything Flames, Glides, However Inanimate, Jostling, Knowing, Love. Milo Nudges Orion, Pouring Quiet Radiance So Tomorrow Understands, While Xanthic Years Zig-zag.
Again, I take my pen in hand.
Bring words to mind, so I can plan.
Compose a verse quite fresh and new!
Deciding on what style to do?
Each letter then I will suggest,
Flows quickly through the alphabet.
Great, this shall give me loads of choice,
Hoping you out there hear my voice.
In-case you don’t I’ll write it down
Just to ensure you will not frown.
Kindly yes, I considered that,
Let me decide the right format.
Making the meter rhyme I say
No other style for me today.
Organised with this choice, just made,
Presuming brings me accolade.
Questions although could still be asked,
Reviews received could me unmask.
Still, I shall understand if you,
Turn aside and do not review.
Undecided? you may have heard,
Value now from my written word
Will bring a Merry Christmas too,
Xeroxed this now sending through.
Yes, lastly, I will cheer and say,
Zip-a dee- doo dah- zip-a-dee ay!
ZIGZAG ZEBRA
On an auspicious day
under dazzling sunrays
as Sun took transit to constellation Libra,
from zoo, zealous zigzag Zebra
started to gallop
to reach the book shop
to buy Text Algebra.
Appeared a scary snake
and offered milkshake.
Shop owner was King Cobra.
02/01/18
The mad world of this generation,
it's hard to win
not because it's bad
but how people behave,
and the way they think.
It's bad to be negative
to others whom you believe
that can try to change the world.
This world we are,
it needs unity and peace
because it's like a ball
which can rotate once to make us cry!
Please don't laugh
to those who strive to live
because today is them;
and tomorrow is someone else.
I say learn the world.
Zig-Zag
Downtown or on the roadway
zig-zag searching
always for something..
Stopping at a coffeeshop
reaching a place
seemingly removed..
An interruption in
a zig-zag map
with map forgotten..
The coffeeshop was not
a zig stop..or a zag
just momentary..a respite..
Might zig-zag dissolve
right here and now
in this cup of coffee...?
Zig-zag, zig-zag, what’s coming next?
Just corners, twists and bumps,
No glimpse, no signposted clear path,
Just loads of holes and humps.
Day after day, just up and down
And twisting round and round,
No indication anywhere
Of where the end is found.
So much of life zig-zags around
Surprising frights and fears,
Uncertainties, anxieties,
And even desperate tears.
But stop! Just look! A bright new light,
With path so plain displayed.
And there’s a sign, a lovely sign,
So clear, ‘This is the Way!’
Jesus there is always waiting.
Yes, he alone’s the Way,
Troubles he turns to singing,
Transforms the worst of days!
Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth, and the life.” John 14:6.
Kelogb (6-7-6)
When those you do treat less
Give no chance to be depressed
Bow not in lovely mess!
do the zig zag walk
Cindy the cat leads the way....
splat_ cat and poet
low constant rumble
ignorant breath of the night -
lightning formations
The piglet is a baby pig
As far as it appears
The wiglet is a tiny wig
That fits on tiny ears
The ziglet is a little zig
But only when it veers.
Submitted to the "Bite Size Poem No 13" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
On July 16, 2021
Again, I take my pen in hand.
Bring words to mind, so I can plan.
Compose a verse quite fresh and new!
Deciding on what style to do?
Each letter then I will suggest,
Flows quickly through the alphabet.
Great, this shall give me loads of choice,
Hoping you out there hear my voice.
In-case you don’t I’ll write it down
Just to ensure you will not frown.
Kindly yes, I considered that,
Let me decide the right format.
Making the meter rhyme I say
No other style for me today.
Organised with this choice, just made,
Presuming brings me accolade.
Questions although could still be asked,
Reviews received could me unmask.
Still, I shall understand if you,
Turn aside and do not review.
Undecided? you may have heard,
Value now from my written word
Will bring a Merry Christmas too,
Xeroxed this now sending through.
Yes, lastly, I will cheer and say,
Zip-a dee- doo dah- zip-a-dee ay!
I see the wake
of what I look at
objects casting ripples
through the sea
of visual fields
like a boat or Nessy
cutting water
in zig zags
its trail allowing
secrets, coloured
kaleidoscope waves
rips and tears
peep holes no less
an honoured glimpse
into the mechanics
of reality, I hope
nobody up there
gets into trouble
for showing me
things they shouldn’t
how things are working
behind the scenes