Best Zink Poems
Life is a smile of a newborn in mother's arms
Arts and crafts of stained glass from grains of sand
Freedom of a chick on its very first flight
Love of a mother scurrying beside a young fawn
Float on a lotus pond in style of white swans
Lyrics of nature scripted in nightingale's song
Painting in vermilion tints rising on meadows of fall
Rivers rushing down from spring mountaintops
Romance in lover's eyes watching a new dawn
Wonder in breath of a single-celled amoeba
September 14, 2019
HM: Strand special 5 by Brian Strand
Life poetry contest; Sponsor: Ironic Zink
Often, people think themselves as objects
like remodeled decor hyped for exhibition...
they wear glittered masks and live
in the affirmation of others through false pride,
consumed by society's materialistic demands.
I notice pretentious vogue glossed with aging skin :
and when compelled to be like them—
ballroom furniture and power- hungry clowns--
I awaken my inner child, lithesome and more excited at
star-gazing than imitating worldly, rusted pomp.
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Ir0nic ZiNk 's What Is Society Contest
9/28/2016
Society
an illusion, the shimmering mirage in a blistering desert of homogeny
with silicon grains seen only as dunes
mass minded sheep willfully penned in suspiciously safe paddocks
fearful of everything and nothing
tumultuous ocean with waves of conformism and exclusion
where rivers of contrast flow diluted to extinction
one and few dreaming in clouds and walking on air
tethered to a wonderfully disparate and inclusive reality
September 24, 2016
Poetry Contest: What is Society?
Sponsor: Ir0nic ZiNk
Rules:
- Let's see if you can describe society better than the next.
- You may terrify me.
- you may glorify me.
- You may even simply summarize society to the best of your ability.
- 10 lines max...
- bring it on! No holds bar
- Any form allowed
The trees bent and whispered to me
As the leaves began to cry in harmony.
The trees were under attack by the brutal wind.
The sky looked as if judgement was about to descend.
I stood transfixed at nature’s display of fury.
But the trees held their ground, in all their glory.
Perseverant and majestic, trees are God’s finest creation.
They give simple beauty, hope, and never-ending inspiration.
5/21/17
Basic Rhyming Words Contest
Sponsor: Ironic Zink
Awarded 3rd Place
Smile is like simile
but simulating is unlike authenticity
Liar is like lair
but simulacrum is unlike authenticity
Sometimes I prefer the simulated smile
over the too honest glances of distaste
Take me to your lair, my lover
and whisper your sweet words
even though I know you simulate
I prefer your honey-like lies
over your screaming honesty
My words ring authenticity
My actions ring truth
The ring you gave me
was a poor attempt at love
Its fake-gold scaling off with every
false kiss you gave me
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3d place in contest: Privacy is like piracy yet copy cats are unlike authenticity
Sponsor: Ir0nic ZiNk
November 26, 2016
Many came with bright, lovely f l o w e r s to lay,
their T E A R S hung in the tall b e n d i n g trees;
and then their WEEPING drifted into the S I L E N C E,
I have laid here b e n e a t h the EARTH- years.
BENEATH the deep w h i t e snow and g r e e n grass;
and a little GIRL came often with Rose,
she l a i d ROSE on my tomb, so gently . . .
NOW- now, a beautiful young woman comes here.
"O h m y s i s t e r l o v e- do not grieve evermore,
LEAVE, leave, leave this DARKNESS and come n e v e r m o r e."
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January 7, 2017
Poetry/Verse/Its Too Early To Write Poetry
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 863-940-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, It's to early to write poetry
sponsor, Ironic Zink
Fifth Place
Pain
dulled as
time turns but
it will always
hurt.
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(checked with howmanysyllables.com)
(C) 1st May 2017
For the "Lanterne Frenzy Number 2" contest by Ir0nic ZiNk.
(4th Place)
The frowning light of my desk lamp, the voice
of hell dissolved in strongest alcohol,
my drunk and naked shadow on the wall…
The printed wiki photo of James Joyce,
who died of stomach ulcer, shakes his head,
seeing I drink Laphroaig from the inkwell.
It is all right for you, James, you may well
speak of addictive practices: you’re dead,
you’ve been a famous novelist but I
yet have to be a famous and to die.
Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Ironic Zink
A spirit of violence is creeping in this country to invade.
In our large cities citizens are becoming afraid.
Race related shootings are more frequent,
Stirring up hate and feelings of discontent.
We have to worry about terrorists, and loners acting in rage.
It is a sign of the end times in this day and age.
Our national motto is "In God We Trust."
We need to put God back in America, an absolute must.
Written 9/26/16
"What is Society" contest
Sponsor: Ironic Zink
Awarded 7th Place
SOCIETY - OUR SOCIAL WORLD
To a little girl, a pink dressed doll and cooking-set to play
To a little boy, toys are guns and cars they say
I am not raising a debate- right or wrong, yeah or nay
Through socialization, they are taught to behave this way
Yarn of established norms, codes, values and mores
Spun with religion, tradition, culture, customs and chores
On which are printed motifs of economy and institutions
Mirror-work of magic, science, superstitions,illusions
Embroidery of kinship,marriage,family and community
To weave a grand functional fabric in a loom called SOCIETY!
Date: 27th September 2016
Contest Name-What Is Society?
Sponsored by-Ir0nic ZiNk
sand
flying
hazily
in a desert
storm
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Contest: Lanterne Frenzy
Sponsor: Ir0nic Zink
I write my verses in seclusion and solitude,
in isolation, free from disturbances and interference, I write;
once upon a time I kept my poems secret in concealment,
privacy was required for me as I was so afraid of what people would say.
Then one day, I got the courage to share them,
I posted them online, and they became subject to piracy, theft;
plagiarism, pillage, copyright infringements, and plundering,
bootlegger raiders, marauders and thieves of words roam around cyber world.
Those who cannot write will mimic, mirror, echo,
replicate, forge and appropriate, rip off my words and your words;
a total copy cat, or just duplicate random lines, oh the sad pain,
but how does one prove these stolen words are true, bona fide, and genuine.
So, I write my verses quietly in authenticity,
I share them with the world, I send them on wings of beauty;
and should a low down, no good thief steal my words away;
there is nothing I can do to stop them, but never can they steal my soul.
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November 17, 2016
Poetry/Verse/ I Am The Real Thing
Copyright Protected, ID 16-850-914-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest,Privacy is Like Piracy
sponsor, Ironic Zink
Second Place
They close the day behind them, then scurry to the hive
Inside a honeycomb of cells, a cabinet filled of lives
Where the humming never stops, until the midnight clock
When darkness soothes each frazzled mind, but worries never rest
One does his best to keep a head above the mounting stress
Were it not for family, honor, faith, ..and love for humankind
Society would be resigned
to seek,........ but never find
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9/27/16 "What Is Society" Contest
Sponsor: Ir0nic ZiNk
Galactic cowboys mount mysterious steeds
and chase spacey cows at unfathomable speeds!
Lactating in circles they moo as they spray
an interstellar round-up, a real milky way.
It sparkles and glimmers, that distant lactation
as it drenches the galaxy and all of creation.
At heaven we marvel, in some ungodly hour,
at distant milk curdles, already gone sour.
8/21/16
For Contest: Word Play: Galactic
Hosted by: Ir0nic Zink
Hatching the Dead
Blocking out unopened space this prison in my head
Crawling all up inside of me laying eggs to hatch the dead
The silent stillness reminding me that I must be all alone
An inferno burns inside where only the Devil feels at home
No safety signs flash warnings, stop this bleeding in my mind
Relaxing is just a broken dream my nightmares can never find
Don't say things will get better, false hope only breeds hate
Learn to accept suffering instead of fist fighting your own fate
With these lessons the student fails, their are no passing grades
Don't watch, think about, or remember me, my impression always fades
Just in case you were wondering I'm not scared but I am afraid
Dead gone the exhausted me, living with death in different shades
Written for contest "Basic Rhyming Words"
Hosted by: IrONic ZiNk 05/21/17
WON 1st PLACE IN CONTEST RESULTS