Best Zigs Poems

Their evening starts
With dinner and a dance
It's taken many months
To be standing in this stance
 
Slow delightful moves
As they move around the floor
In their hearts they know
Their evening cries for more
 
The moment moves their wants
As they share thoughts with a kiss
The texture of their...

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Canopy’s aperture, spilled light’s nuance, tinted,
as my eyes arrested, to attest fall’s saga…
A tree proclivity, had me stalled in Ashland, 
watching the leaves succumb, leaving stark limbs barren…
Those with temerity, plunged at high speed, head first
Others spun dizzily, tornado-bewildered…
Few flew in gradients, of sideways-sloped descent:
wishes...

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Apparitions behind every mottled rock.
Shaded countenance surreptitious like shadows.
Fractured slivers and fragments boast -
On wall, ceiling and floor.
Splattered drop cloth - reflective dread.

Fun house of Zeus,
The zigs and zags -
Thundering fakes, illuminated lies.
She claws her face.

Crags of wilderness.
Deep etched drama.
Whirlwind’s not glue.

One face.
One mirror.

Truth
...

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Forceful, unforgiving claws, deep in the earth they dig
Upwards, upwards, breaking more than simply twigs
Cracking crevices, zags, zigs
A roar, a shake, a crick, crig...

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Midday sometimes in class instead of learning algebra
While she should be calculating and figuring a formula
Her mind wanders aboard a moonlit gondola
Serenaded by a musician and his viola

She follows the enticing aroma of hot lasagna
Zigs instead of zags, could be seen as a faux-pas
She glides...

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my flesh is filled and fraught with foul disease; 
offensive is my life to mine own eyes 
who sees me sail life's clear and cloudy seas 
where faith fills up or empties out our lies. 

now here I stand a broke and beaten man 
whose...

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A lot of really big trees had died to make that desk. His mother had probably gnawed them down, used her nails to saw the boards, and finished the decorative cutwork with her tongue.
Jennifer Crusie


My mom kept a patch of zamia trees,
   ...

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Life’s Timeless Driftwood

Peering back at the shadow stretching,
continuance knows well the peaceful silhouettes from horizon's light,
ancestral sequences having frequented one’s shore many times.

All is as it has been.

One’s longevity holds firm,
like isolated fingers protruding in protest
from sequestered driftwood blanketed by sand,
unready to move on,
just yet.

Just...

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Part I 

my flesh is filled and fraught with foul disease; 
offensive is my life to mine own eyes 
that see me sail life's clear and cloudy seas 
where faith fills up or empties out our lies. 

now here I stand a broke and beaten...

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There is a truth I've come to comprehend,
Life is full of twists and turns,
And outs and ins,
And ups and downs,
And zigs and zags,
And curves and bends,
And though it sometimes seems to follow guides,
Blind fate alone decides how long it lasts
Or where it wends.
Another truth I've...

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ACROSTIC PLAY EXAMPLE 1 for contest 11/8/2020

L
Ignite with zigs and zags, touch the earth.
G
T
N
I reach up high, bend, recall my birth.
N
G

Kim’s Acrostic Play Contest
Couplet...

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Byte size food begets best bedeviled egg head benefits 
re: visited today April 12th, 2023

Way before aye knew 
the name Fletcherism applied 
family and friends even 
Smetana's bartered bride
would (tongue in cheek) chide
tummy uncommonly 
(recherché) atypical dyed
ded if the letter “y” one did elide
in the...

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It is snowing out
The wind is blowing
Spreading on the ground
The wind is blowing 
While the snow  zigs zags

The wind is still blowing 
With the snow fallen
Falling to the ground
In a deep[ pile
Spreading evenly 

All the trees boughs white
No longer bare and cold
They are dre3ssed...

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way before aye knew 
     the name Fletcherism applied 
tummy uncommonly (recherché) atypical dyed
in the wool feeding and/or slaking thirst guide

did precepts sans hungry 
     deaf eating beast impossible to hide
(the ferocious growling harassing imp - 
...

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Its siren is annoying;
Its flashing light disturbs.
Its speed propels pedestrians
To back up to the curbs.

It zigs and zags on city streets
Ignoring lights turned red,
Determined to respond, no matter
What might lie ahead.

A heart attack or vertigo,
An accident or fall;
A suicide or murder – 
The attendant’s seen...

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