Best Zeroed Poems
They elude me now ...words
Drinking befits a drowning man possessed
Swimming off this broken page
Baton winning in a relay race
I breached the ribbon sliced with chest
Joy! I gasped
Grown tired of my own riddles
Those halting jagged lines
Conversely I committed
So disrespectful of my crimes
In dispatchment utter lunacy
Forgiveness once again!
Ive come to claim my lost respect
My place so quick forgotten was
So Zeroed out of ten
Twelve steps from cursed enslavement
Danced to music uncontained
Toi-toi in lone detachment
Side stepping their allure
And tangoed with enticement
And cha-cha'd with no cure
Then dropping over hurdles
Burning through those barricades
All over all these obstacles
So help me God I try to change
No longer need prescription
Still sometimes do I crave
Unshackled is your prisoner
Dispossession freed this slave
There is something about that -ism
A mystery by name
Other than recovery
Benign this deathly game
Be it known that happy healing
Doubles, behind the curtains of shame
Categories:
zeroed, addiction, appreciation, day, drug,
Form:
Free verse
Freddie a fury to the red herring dish
Felix zeroed in on the waft of the fish
Freddie the dog winked at Felix
The cat's eyes were double helix
They toggled a shark at the Barth's Park Office
FREDDIE AND FELIX/Limerick Copyright© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 19 November 2014
Categories:
zeroed, cat, dog, fish, fun,
Form:
Limerick
Zeroed out fire
Airformed herring ash
747 crash
Categories:
zeroed, death, memorial,
Form:
Haiku
Up! butterfly, up! butterfly;
Down! dragonfly, down!
Bees zooming everywhere,
Nuzzling the flowers there,
Business as usual,
Guzzlingly beautiful,
Zeroed on musical
"Buzz!" full!
Heavy with pay again,
Vooming away again!
Mumbling and rumbling
And heading back home,
Over the fields
To Honey-Bank Dome!
Up! butterfly, up! butterfly;
Down! dragonfly, down!
Categories:
zeroed, children, nature
Form:
Light Verse
Sum this all up: mind
zeroing in on that you
can't be zeroed out.
Categories:
zeroed, faith, fate, inspirational, life,
Form:
Senryu
A lass saw her dream man seated, waiting there
With highlights of sun in his auburn hair.
She coyly sat down at a table near-by
Then took a deep breath; let out a long sigh.
Her heart beat fast as she stole a glance
While day dreaming of their future romance.
She had waited for this prince all of her life. . .
Now checking her lipstick in the blade of her knife,
She would make him her own, as the waiter drew near,
“Dinner for one” she loudly proclaimed without fear.
His eyes turned toward her; her face all aglow. . .
She would patiently wait to see what would follow.
A pretty brunette then entered in off the street
And zeroed in on the prince she was eager to meet.
Was it okay to join him? There was no room in the place.
He pulled out a chair for her with a smile on his face.
They sat there close together enjoying the day
As the lass paid for her meal and her dreams slipped away.
The lesson she learned: accept what it cost. . .
She who hesitates, not just He who hesitates is lost!
For The Catch Phrase Contest/ sponsored by Deborah Guzzi
(My catch phrase: He who hesitates is lost)
I may have not entered this correctly? I will wait to hear from you Deb.
Categories:
zeroed, for her,
Form:
Couplet
Teddy Bear - Strange Love
Our new neighbors have guns and drugs
They call me Teddy
Silly!....my toy is Teddy…. Teddy Bear
They must be crazy
I love my little bear
We’re happy happy happy skipping down the street!
One day the neighbor guy took my teddy
Threw him in the air
Like a taxidermist dream
I screamed, “Teddy can’t fly leave him be!”
The bad man zeroed in on Teddy
With an AK-47 in hand
And blew my friend away.
The tiny head flew off
Stuffing everywhere
Daddy!
Oh Daddy come quick!
I think my teddy is sick!
Categories:
zeroed, best friend, crazy, education,
Form:
Free verse
There is a spy within me
tapped into suspicions
one eye zeroed in
round the clock
There is a ward
of smuggled wounds
convalescing in my notebooks
smudged so badly
that only I can decipher
their blood
I wake early
before family commotion starts
before the endless
mandible chatter
rips apart the silence
because my mind is groggy
standing before sunrise
because birds flutter
in such a manner
that my center loses grounding
My eyes are sky
pulled away from my brain
morning fog stuffs my head
I am an old basement
damp and dripping
Maybe a yard sale is in order
to rid myself these shabby feelings
these ragged doubts
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from my 6th book-length manuscript
©dah / dahlusion 2016 all rights reserved
"Yard Sale" was first published in
'Chicago Record Magazine'
Categories:
zeroed, art, beautiful, feelings, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Not so long ago your heart was irreparably broken
You didn’t want to hear his name spoken
Your misery was so all-consuming -
And you were full of dooming and glooming -
That the threat of self-harm was bandied about
Just for attention, of that I have no doubt.
Yet here we are just a few weeks down the line
It seems to me that you’re doing perfectly fine
Professing yet more undying adoration
To the object of your latest infatuation.
I’ll give it a couple of months at best
Until he works out that you’re an unbearable pest
And like those before him (me included)
He’ll realise that you are emotionally deluded
He won’t want you clinging on like a limpet
He’ll be wanting, quickly as possible, to forget
That had the misfortune to learn your name
And became embroiled in your sick game
Because a stupid game is all it is to you
It’s the way you work; it’s what you do.
You create drama in your sad and empty life
And engineer all the stress and strife
To garner all the sympathy you can get
Whilst painting him as the worst one yet
Oh, the pain, the hurt the misery!
It wasn't how it was supposed to be...
Until the next unsuspecting guy comes into view
To be zeroed-in on by predatory you.
Then the whole charade will start again once more
But your game is tiresome and you’re a bore.
There’s a chance that one day the tide will turn
And that you will finally come to learn
That love and relationships are a two-way street
And that you will somehow, someday meet
Someone who will refuse to play by your twisted rules
Just to end up on your List of Fools.
To see beyond your artifice and manipulations
And develop for you true and strong emotions
It may come to pass, who can tell
Meanwhile you’ll put through hell.
Your latest beau has yet to experience
The depth and extent of your malevolence
When you take umbrage at an imagined slight
And manufacture yet another fight.
It’s not down to me to save him from his fate
Besides it’s probably already too late
But, what the heck, he’s made his bed
He’s believed everything you said.
You’ve dug your claws in, good and fast
Which guarantees that this relationship will not last!
Categories:
zeroed, angst, betrayal, break up,
Form:
Couplet
Le Squirrel Sat For Le Painter
His canvass set
And oils based,
He zeroed onto her providence.
His lips miming
Rhode Island here
Big Apples there.
She scowled her impatience.
Her eyes dismissing his.
Although,
Him noting her dark chocolates,
Sweet looking,
Cloaked as balls of fire,
And a posture gorgeous and erect.
And so was he.
She was a beauty
And a beast ...
As levity was short on her,
But long on him.
If only she would give in
It would make for better strokes,
A better potrait.
Thus ill fated
In his mind,
This potrait sat on thin ice.
Little squirrels jumping in,
Ski jumping off her nose.
Swoosh!
Another one.
Swoosh!
The third missed.
Crash landing on her lap,
Smiling.
A caricature off and galloping.
His horse neighing in absentee.
Seeds of a lampoon sprouting.
His mind jumping
To conclusions.
He raced.
The potrait moaned.
He dabbled a little oil here,
A little oil there.
A pinch of rouge
On her cheeks and lips,
And highlighting a reflection
In her pupils.
Chocolates never looked so bitter.
He finished with sparkles
In her hair, flaming.
He paused,
Adding a little depth
and gradation to her forehead,
pointed and blunt,
like a squirrel posing at his party.
After all she was.
For hues,a reddish brown, and swirls,
No mistaking that of Le Squirrel.
He had a little ways to go
And a lifetime of laughter.
He added squirrels jetting
From her mouth and ears.
And that bushy tail,
He thought
Wiser of not making
Her into a **** star
His mind thinking,
her seated, the bushy tail
jetting up between her thighs.
No.
Upon realization,
her eyes squinting at the portrait
in disbelief,
Le Squirrel screamed.
The shrill heard around town,
Making the artist rise.
connie pachecho
8/31/17
Inspired to write this poem after reading entries
to the Artwork-Poetry Contest
Categories:
zeroed, art, betrayal, parody,
Form:
Personification
Wild passion one side and morality on other one,
Can a disciplined self shun its rules just for fun,
Soul shattered, introspective mind, still choices are hard,
Am I riding into two boats, the way it's not done,
Would I be able to live the rest of life, once scarred ?
Firewalk I must, and emerge much stronger,
Emotions and flaws turn into a zeroed factor,
Beaten and beaten till pure gold, with perfect shine,
Till visible clear single road from the ghostly bisector,
Purest diamond, highly compressed in a dark coal mine!
Written on 20/6/14
Contest- Hard choices
Sponsor - Dr. Ram Mehta
Categories:
zeroed, introspection,
Form:
Quintain (English)
ALPHABETS OF LOVE
_____________________
Cannot be Assigned.
Cannot be Bargained.
Cannot be Conceived.
Cannot be Designed.
Cannot be Erased.
Cannot be Fantasized.
Cannot be Gilded.
Cannot be Humerised.
Cannot be Idealized.
Cannot be Juxtaposed.
Cannot be Kerneled.
Cannot be Legitamised.
Cannot be Mortalised.
Cannot be Noanofied.
Cannot be Ordained.
Cannot be Perused.
Cannot be Quantifed.
Cannot be Ratified.
Cannot be Simplified.
Cannot be Trivialised.
Cannot be Utilised.
Cannot be Vandalised.
Cannot be Warranted.
Cannot be xeroxed.
Cannot be yielded.
Cannot be zeroed.
It's a magical moment, in time and space.
Which is blessed by eternal grace.
A gift to human race.
Not a contract on paper.
Not a legal matter.
Not a cases of physical lust .
A subsidiary of spiritual trust.
But to love and be loved.
Not a one way street.
Not a tingling sensation.
Or a weakness in your limbs.
Commitment of a spiritual kind,
to care for each other needs. (Akin)
But must be guided by the mind and soul.
Willingness of the heart.
It's not static. Always dynamic.
Ever evolving with the winds of change.
It can never loose its grace.
Categories:
zeroed, love,
Form:
Free verse
people visualised rainbow legend
people visualised tricolour angle
but leaders zeroed india
people visualised golden bird
people visualised milky ocean
but leaders zeroed india
people visualised 2020 world influencer
people visualised 2020 super power
but leaders zeroed india
Categories:
zeroed, depression, hindi, hurt, military,
Form:
Sonnet
Calls for resignation in cities
When press powers overlay budget of objective
Journalism
Speaking for others illustrates division wrong
Pilot project cost the city $287 per ride given
City Councilman Bill Miranda speaks to the driver of the city's trolley before boarding Monday. Perry Smith/The Signal
The employment obstruction of causeway
Is debilitating to finance language
In America
These root answers create pause in print
To retract office and improve democracy growth
Term limits aren't viable excerpts
No age allows frequency in representation
Open market Economics allows applications
Trickle Down Tips
Mathematically stated,
Budget given from total gdp
Allotted and zeroed burden
Shortfall stated mathematically,
Citizen and journalism benefit of?
Concert opinion
In no boycott
All are conveniegned
The arrogant treasure is slushed
In life styling the outgoing fund phrases
Those whom capitalize
remove civil liberties
This is lobby, page, reception, speculation
Book of retraction for new
Journalist objective argument
In dissection of
Insolvent democracy per acre or
Hectare
The statement of cost
Is evidence over budget allowance
This is corruption
Term slush
Fund not empty
Being spent in spiral
Loss of life as replaced in numerical
Press campaign powers
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ashley.correa@ventura.org
jasmine.khoshnou@ventura.org
james.fryhoff@ventura.org
shane.goldmacher@nytimes.com
ruff@activist.co
lindadiazmusic@gmail.com
Olive Cadwell • tuttifruttifarmsca@gmail.com
kweliclub@gmail.com
letters@washpost.com
letters@chicagotribune.com
letter@globe.com
letters@economist.com
letters@theatlantic.com
editorial@nytimes.com
matt.stevens@nytimes.com
info@lsssc.org
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SAG-AFTRA Info • info@sagaftra.org
This Concludes Lesson 1
Plagiarism and Capitalism
Verse As Boycott
Categories:
zeroed, abuse, addiction, america, anger,
Form:
Free verse
"Yea, Let me get a number 5,
...with a large belly, overstuffed with drama."
America lives their life zeroed in on
the happenings of fictitious characters;
Studying every infinitesimal detail.
Doing their best to lose themselves
in the scripted world of prime time T.V
"Who did she cheat on Johnny with?
I don't think Rebecca is really dead."
Everyone is losing their head over fake reality stars,
and what's going on in their beds.
Fueled by dollar menu burritos,
and mainline injections of double espresso frappacinos.
It's just gas poured onto the flame,
This society is stuck on DEAD SLOW mode.
Couch potatoes only move fast to write down
pick 5 lottery numbers;
Praying they get the break
...they never earned.
Get quick rich schemes,
and lose 30 lbs in 10 minutes a day lies.
People think they can lose weight
by ordering "fresca" tacos at the bell.
Fast food is fattening.
Get it through your thick American skull.
This country is beautiful,
We just need to cut through the bull.
And no, and red one won't give you wings.
We're all lost in an immense haze
of super size commercialism;
STEP AWAY FROM THE T.V
STEP AWAY FROM THE T.V!!
STEP AWAY FROM THE T.V!
And think,
for yourself...
-James Kelley 2010©
Read more: http://www.myspace.com/jamesk_87/blog#ixzz11fhI3vGU
Categories:
zeroed, slam
Form: