Best Zip Code Poems
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"DAMASCUS"
There is no collaboration in War
Poison winds and bullets
The fallout from a silent bomb that arrives out of nowhere
Lives left dead and damaged in the rubble
Line's drawn
Zip code
Zip locked
A Child's Tears
A Mother's Face
A blood running river silent scream
An absent State of Grace
A pointed loaded gun
Homeless nowhere to run
The enemy could be close
those you know
havoc reeking destruction
A pointed loaded gun
Another's War
Damascus
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Feb)
1.
https://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/latest-news/605359/syria-nuclear-world-war-3-bible-prophecy-damascus-armageddon-donald-trump-vladimir-putin
2.
https://www.hrw.org/news/2018/01/11/syria-children-under-attack-damascus-enclave
3.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2018/02/20/children-among-dead-71-killed-assad-regime-bombardment-eastern/
4.
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah+17
5.
https://www.youtube.com./watch?v=fduyWFQ-JXg
Categories:
zip code, bible, children, family, future,
Form:
Free verse
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I find myself
with just myself reflecting
on undelivered letters of winters past--
the most bitter front glazing evenings
where a fireplace becomes a chilled shelter
of sharp, dazed musings
as I travel within time's slow compass.
Two quarter moons ago...you left hurriedly crashed by a wheeler,
And my soul burned in the
ragged kiln of night...without
a lint of words between us,
I crawled under spikes of despicaple darkness:
My taut pen scratched paper on
paper--- speaking to you among
tangles of weeds, a wailing through
love-filled notes kneading pain and longing;
Envelopes devoid of a zip code, of
stamps, rimmed by spider webs.
Tell me now , can I bear the weight pinned
by handwritten drafts inhabiting our room?
Your wool jacket dangles tonight
on a hook accumulating debris and stale mint,
while spring floods our garden with radiant foliage--
Papyrus of my ardorous thoughts lay on
deserted tables,
and I'm orphaned...alone by myself.
Categories:
zip code, sad, writing,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
The Perfect life, a wife half his age
Their house grand, with a zip code to match
No hawkers, appointments only
The library full of Shakespeare
Never opened, for it’s the show that counts
Dinner Parties, A new painting
Purchased, because we can,
A favourite phrase for American wealth,
Pompous talk of Wine and Poetry
Vinegar, and Plagiarism their only worth,
Still the new boob job to admire
The children, off to England, Trophy kids,
Breast fed by American Express.
The Debutants Ball awaits them
And a hoorah Henry wedding their destiny
Church on Sunday
New money at the front
The old money sitting in the private pew
God for sale,
And the greenback will mop the saint’s brow
Even in death a grand memorial
But decay gives no privilege
Let’s hope the pearly gates are the right colour
And god has the right zip code
For pomposity, might just send them to the wrong house.
Categories:
zip code, funny, money, , memorial,
Form:
Free verse
In the end, it was the numbers that did us in.?
They lined us up into military rows and assigned us all numbers?
One after one after one after one after one….?
How many, nobody knows.?
You see, it’s a numbers game, it’s all the same
You’re not to blame, you’re not your name, you’re your numbers.?
Let me explain how it’s done, and how this game can never be won.
See, there are good numbers and bad numbers?
High numbers and sad numbers.?
Sometimes high numbers are good and low numbers are bad.?
And sometimes low numbers are good and high numbers are sad.?
It all depends on who is doing the counting.?
Not the numbers, they’re just numbers after all; ?
They can count on each other just not you or me
Because we are never free?
Of Big Numbers and small numbers,?
Negative numbers and imaginary numbers,?
You see, it’s a numbers game, it’s all the same, you’re not to blame,?
You’re just not your name, you’re your numbers.?
Let me explain how it’s done and how this game can never be won.
Prisoner number…Credit Score number…GPA number…SAT Number…Zip code number…Blood pressure number…Heart rate number…DOB & TOD numbers…House number…Phone number…Electricity number…Room number…Water number…Dog tags number…SocialSecurity number…Bank account number…Table number……Flight number…Apartment number…License number…Vehicle registration number…Alcohol level number…Height, weight and age get numbers
I hear you scream:?“I’m not a number, I’m a human being!!
”?Sure you are, now take a number, ?
It’s for your own protection, there’s safety in numbers.
Numbers can answer all of your questions:?
How far, how long, how deep, how high, how many,
?How often? Just not ‘how come’??
Anyone can count, but you can’t count on anyone.?
See, it’s a numbers game that can’t be won?
It’s a numbers game; it’s just how it’s done.
?It’s all the same, you’re not to blame…you’re not insane!
You’re just not your name, you’re your numbers.?
Now count to ten and start all over again.
Categories:
zip code, anger, angst, anxiety, crazy,
Form:
Didactic
The importance of Pomposity
(Not to be taken seriously)
The Perfect life, a wife half his age
Their house grand, with a zip code to match
All bought and paid for.
No hawkers, appointments only
But look closer
The Wife bides her time, waiting for his demise,
A heart attack would be nice
For she has her own dreams
No love baked bread here
No roses from seed.
A plastic hug, on a plastic lawn his reward
The library full of Shakespeare and Keats
Never opened, for it’s the show that counts
Dinner Parties, A new painting
Purchased, because we can,
A favourite phrase for American wealth,
Pompous talk of Wine and Poetry
Vinegar, and Plagiarism their only worth,
Still the new boob job to admire
Perhaps a recipe, her mother’s creation
Michel Roux the real star.
The children born out of lust not love
Sent away to England, Trophy kids,
Breast fed by American Express.
The Debutants Ball awaits them
And a hoorah Henry wedding their destiny
Church on Sunday
New money at the front
The old money sitting in the private pew
God for sale,
And the greenback will mop the saint’s brow
A church of Pomposity
Even in death a grand memorial
But decay gives no privilege
Let’s hope the pearly gates are the right colour
And god has the right zip code
For pomposity, might just send them to the wrong house.
Categories:
zip code, people, satire, wife, money,
Form:
Free verse
Just an old stray cat,
I found at the post office,
I call him zip code
Categories:
zip code, animals
Form:
Haiku
Racing down the highway, enjoying the open road
Off on another road trip to another zip code
A stop for gas when needed
Dashing off again, unimpeded
Traveling through sunshine and rain
Right turns then left again
In and out of traffic in my jeep
Passing other cars until my destination is reached
Categories:
zip code, adventure,
Form:
Acrostic
Zip Code
Contaminated water
For a few more dollars
Immoral power
Zip Code
Red Zone
No loans
Where are the politicians with a backbone?
Zip Code
Confrontation
Discrimination
Forced incrimination
Zip Code
Dirty streets
Vociferous beats
Too shallow to be deep
Zip Code
Higher prices
Thinner slices
This is a major crisis
Zip Code
High unemployment
Super high rent
What! It’s just a misprint?
Zip Code
Clean streets
Cushioned seats
But they're only for the elite
Zip Code
There’s no injustice
They’re reading books by Augustus
And there’s no need for buses
Zip Code
Prime steaks
Juicy grapes
And clear lakes
Zip code
Well lit stores
Carpeted floors
And Bellhops opening doors
Zip Code
For the poor
Zip Code
For the rich
Separation is designed to stir up contention
Aint that ah.....
Categories:
zip code, discrimination, power, water,
Form:
Rhyme
In days when life and times were hard, a man would make his way
by carving out the wilderness for a place where he could stay.
Floyd Henry Hill was such a man who worked hard all his life
and never really had the time to find himself a wife.
But he had land for farming grain and land where cattle roam.
He built himself a high tech barn and a big two-story home.
He bought a fancy pick up truck, a silver inlaid saddle,
and had a pool installed out back where friends could float and paddle.
From the first gold rays of morning to the setting of the sun
he¡¦d tour his ranch and look with pride at all that he had done.
But this rancher had a problem, caused by way too much success.
He was running out of storage space and suffering lots of stress.
He told his friends he¡¦d build a barn, like none they¡¦d ever known.
It would cover several acres, have a zip code all it¡¦s own.
And no matter what the weather, inside his grand construction
the climate would be perfect for the optimum production.
Why he would be the envy of folks around the nation
who¡¦d marvel at his mastery of ranching innovation.
But the one thing he did not expect on his ground breaking day
was the very thing that happened. Floyd Henry passed away.
And all the wealth he worked for went to Uncle Sam no doubt
cause you can not take it with you when at last your string¡¦s run out
So what good did it do him, all that greed and search for wealth?
He should have done for others and not solely for himself.
See, the one truth he¡¦d forgotten, is you don¡¦t leave here alive
But, if your treasure is in heaven, it¡¦s there when you arrive.
Categories:
zip code, cowboy-western,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
Kim Kardashian’s weight
why
the
****
do
we
as
a
species
give
a
****
about
Kim
Kardashian’s
weight
while
pregnant?
why do we care about her ****ing weight while she was
not with child?
why do we care about Kim ****ing Kardashian at all?
she has been labeled a “socialite,”
she has been labeled a “television personality”---
um,
let’s just get down to it…
WOULD WE EVEN KNOW HER NAME
IF IT WASN’T FOR THE FACT THAT GUYS WANT
TO **** HER?
would we even know her name, if it wasn’t for her big
ass,
that much like Jennifer Lopez’s,
has been talked of as if it had a zip code of its own?
there had been rumors that Lopez got her ass insured,
because of its great worth…
there are rumors that Jennifer Love Hewitt is thinking about
getting her breasts insured…
this is the world we live in america,
this is what the empire does on the inside
while we beat other countries senseless &
force them to walk, talk & act like us on the
outside…
think of the time,
think of the effort,
think of the money,
think of the jobs involved,
all to get a picture of Kim Kardashian on the magazine cover,
on the website blurb,
on the television program…
just to talk of how much she weighs
while pregnant,
as if she had contributed
anything
at
all,
whatsoever,
to our advancement as a species,
besides being a goddamn doorknob…
and then in unison,
throw up.
Categories:
zip code, life, care, care,
Form:
Free verse
the bottle is empty
the bartender brings a next one
but it didn't last to long
another bottle is gone
i thought about marijuana
but i change my mind
its just this heartbreak
is being so unkind
light an other Marlboro
on stage there,s a dancer
smoking cigarettes
some say it cause cancer
its not so easy
living with a broken heart
trying to keep it together
while your whole world falls apart
another night survived
watching the clock tick away
tired of the same routine
of repeating it everyday
walk out in the pouring rain
the stupid bar is close
got on my Harley Davidson
soaking wet from my head to toes
i really miss her
more than i will admit
i call her telephone and hangup
before she can answer it
if i hear her voice
i will break down tonight
and seeing a grown man cry
is not a very pretty sight
every day brings a long night
a night that takes forever to end
i write her a million text
but not one was send
some say alcohol helps
if you drank enough
some even suggest drugs
but i don't mess with that stuff
so i,m just traveling through this world
Riding my Harley out here alone
God has take my soul
Got to make it on my own
Following that straight line
Of the crooked road
There’s nothing left behind
Just an old zip code
i Seen the devil once
So I think I’m curse
Before it gets better
Things might just get worst
My broken heart
Shattered through my veins
only she can pull the pieces
To ease my pains
so i am looking my angel
With her kisses so sweet
She walking some where
With a slipper on her feet
Categories:
zip code, life, loneliness, lonely, lost
Form:
Light Verse
Tonight's episode...
When rumor meets reality,
what truth shall shake loose
as your body surrenders
to temptation rising?
Resolved to perform
interrogations and coercions
that land on agreeable moments.
Snapping like orchestrated jazz
and toe taps.
Your body produces a rhythm
that vibrates a zip code
so imagine how it feels next to you.
You bring out Q and Ray in me.
I'll be as good or as bad
as you need me to be.
Resist if you must, but don't deny
the third yes.
Surpass glass ceiling type heights,
I insist on it.
Make angels pay attention
as I keep you uplifted.
Proclamations of emancipated thrills,
yield to a hero's will, and I'll save you.
I promise I will. If not this time,
then next episode, somehow,
someway, even if it takes bubblegum,
paperclips, and a shoe string
I got you.
Categories:
zip code, for her,
Form:
Free verse
this middle aged rue stirring bummer
haint no stranger to cold,
when dark hen stormy wintry days
eggs hit from Arctic portal en fold
ding Atlantic Seaboard
in a blizzard of bitterly, blindingly, and
brutally sub zero temperatures
from an occasional nor'easter
fiercely gripping hold
the majority years, sans this prolific
recalcitrant scrivener lived
in various and sundry abode
housed within Southeastern
Montgomery County, Pennsylvania
with 19*** zip code,
and during my boyhood recall,
how massive ice sheets did erode
the (then) opened expansive farmland,
in preparation for planting time,
where runnels of frigid water flowed
with childish cheeks exposed to glowed
after hours upon
many a green acre got tilled and hoed
despite feeling energized and refreshed
with arms and legs n'er fro zen
aye didst eagerly await with exuberant yen
kickstarting thy body electric
experiencing hearthstone nook
designed and built by Christopher Wren
after heading indoors counting fingers
and toes to make sure, i still got ten
soon hearing the chorus of fauna,
and floral kaleidoscope of color
aground or taking wing
thus, upon thawing out thoughts
drifted toward approaching spring,
the season revitalizing
dormant natural inhabitants,
whose excite (like mine) didst ping
announcing the debut of fecundity
nsync with screeching from the lizard king.
This Spring Equinox (i.e. man date:
12:15 PM Tuesday,
March twentieth two thousand eighteen)
doth rejuvenate
inviolable hibernating animals
and plants, and me equate
to experience sensation,
whereby entire being does inflate
and (despite marital status),
nonetheless envisions another gal asthma mate
no...no...no...please do not think this chap
mean spirited and under rate
the woman (at present taking a siesta,
and i breathe easy),
who oft times doth henpeck, a trait
inherited many a chic hen
(with tantalizing tail feathers)
now (until she awakens)
proscribing yours truly to wait
for my repast most likely ad hoc
moist ideal for any nerdy kid to knock
senseless, the worst facet of self important jock
consisting of pop slop mock
Hungarian Goulash, a melange
of relics from age old meals
transformed into a petrified sawed little rock.
Categories:
zip code, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Tea pot Patty slurps her ginger tea
Whiskey with opioids mixed within it
A cup of pleasure there for company
Poor bar stool could break in two
With Patty and her tonnage on it
A lit cigar dangles from thick lips
She was born upside down with it
When a doctor slapped
She slapped back
Put him in the hospital for his insolence
A convenience since he was already there
For this emergency with tender loving care
Not foreseen or known beforehand
Or was it a back hand that landed him
In traction instead of out there golfing
She continues drinking assorted teas
Don't mention doctors around fat Patty
It could evoke a joke or something mean
Don't even thing about her portly size
Or zip code being issued in her name
In honor of her state of mind and weight
It could elicit a response or something worse
The evolution of a smile hard at work
Authors Disclaimer: The author wishes to distance himself from the name "Patty" and "zip codes" since he does not know of any persons or entities with those names.
In light of the new religions of socialism and related politics, the author wishes to distance himself even further, say Mars and beyond. He wants to apologize in advance to all snowflakes and their kind who might be offended by such matters as weight or zip code size insults taking place.
Categories:
zip code, abuse, character, conflict, identity,
Form:
Free verse
Snow showers earlier today December 9th, 2020 yielded negligible accumulation
Though anyone who saw
and/or watched local news would be more wise
the brief flurry of crystalline precipitation
came as a complete surprise,
cuz yours truly prefers
getting strangled courtesy neckties
versus being given spoiler alert
subsequently forced to give reciprocal highfives.
I generally skirt tracking the weather,
nevertheless the missus would pantomime,
née blurts out with glee
meteorological conditions occurring here
out the skies above second Street
within Schwenksville, Pennsylvania.
No rhyme nor reason prevails
necessitating yours truly to hear and/or see
what mother nature doth hold in store
concerning (Delaware, Chester,
and Montgomery) tri county locale
sometimes loosely referred to
as comprising Delaware Valley
a geographical area coterminous with
metropolitan statistical area (MSA)
and broader combined statistical area (CSA),
and composed of counties located in
Southeastern Pennsylvania, South Jersey,
Delaware, and the Eastern Shore of Maryland.
As a lifetime resident - 19473 zip code
regarding aforementioned place name,
I can ofttimes intimate
how the forecast will bode
especially if adequate hours spent outdoors,
more so when yours truly
lived at 3224 Level Road
which less likely as ole man winter
huffs and puffs with braggadocio
rarely ripping, riffing, and riding
piggyback with nor'easter.
Interestingly enough global warming
affected dramatic climate change
during course of mine lifetime,
where Currier and Ives rural
linkedin with good n plenti grange,
where agrarian lifestyle might seem strange
to urban outfitters constituting population.
Truth be told, I fondly remember those days of yore
when countless unbroken acres of greenery
whereat in Arcola a cider mill vestige
of American/British Revolutionary War
perhaps e'en centuries before frequented by troubadour
named Shakespeare, quite sad
to narrate hundreds of years postwar
(meaning that brouhaha incorporating
Declaration of Independence)
long since derelict and sold
possibly by family with surname Knorr,
(methinks his first name Ignoramus nickname Ig)
who strongly exhibited demeanor of Eeyore.
Categories:
zip code, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse