Best Zip It Poems
Nothing is ever black and white,
Definitely,
...I think.
Who am I to speak - zip it...
...
...for now.
I'm not going to lose my head over it.
Well I won't
...but she just might.
Wrong guy.
THE GUINEA BOOK-PIG
At four she was a guinea pig
For a rising college geek
‘Cause the kid was talkative
Perfect brain to take a peek
So the testing started there
Little questions never ended
Hungry little mind was bright
Former life was now suspended
Didn’t jazz and didn’t play
Let her mournful dogs run wild
Didn’t swing and didn’t climb
Became a different, sober child
Read newspapers, wanted more
‘who is what and what is why’
Annoyed the neighbors and her cats
‘tell me how to testify!’
Reading things beyond her years
‘here’s a book, now zip it up’
No one paid attention what--
So she read to fill her cup
In the summer age of seven
Brother studied long and hard
Morte D’Arthur spent the night
Flashing with his mighty sword
Dashing all the summer long
With the heroes of the Table
Rode and battled, saved the day
Brushed her horse in Arthur’s stable
Ulysses sailed in close behind
Wicked Sirens plied their trade
Then a buddy left a Fleming
Full blown sex was then displayed
So she passed the books around
To the friends who had no sources
Little girls with Barbie dolls
played at passion and divorces
What a start to what a life
Wouldn’t have it changed a bit
But if Mother would have known
Certain she would have had a fit.
By Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
November 30, 2012
A grizzly isn't really, as bad as he's made out
He wanders round the parklands, when no humans are about
But there are times of course, we meet him in his home
We can't blame him for being there, it is on his land we roam
Open up your tent flap, and see the big brown bear
Close it quickly zip it up, you must not meet his stare
He would not come to campsites, if nothing for him there
After he had looked around, he would go elsewhere
He has that special odour, you can tell where he has been
You sense that he was at your camp, even though not seen
That is why statistics, that are often known to lie
Can this time tell the Gods own truth, so very few will die
So when you stay in National Parks, or even just 'Out There'
Leave a pristine place behind you, leave nothing for the bear
We can do it safely, out camping in the bush
If we just use some common sense, not give our luck a push
So there is that big brown bear, sexes named as hogs
Does little of the damage, of domesticated dogs
But he is big and looks so fierce, he takes a lot of blame
Should he vanish then this earth, would never be the same
Alphabet poems are sometimes called, “a,b,c” poems.
But that is incorrect because a.b.c. poems only have 25 words in them.
Commonly, that mistake is made because the lines are written in alphabetical order.
Despite a clear definition of the Abecedarian form, even I continued to say, “a,b,c”
Everyone makes mistakes, but I always try to be so careful, sometimes overly so.
Forgetting is easy, but after writing this poem, I am hoping I will remember.
Generally speaking, perhaps many poets don’t care one way or the other.
However for me, I seem to be obsessed with continuing to learn and remember.
Instinctively, I know that words said matter more than what the form is called.
Just like the essence of a person is more important than their name(s)
Kindhearted souls express opinions, forgive mistakes, and share knowledge.
Laugh if you like. Laugh if you will. Go ahead. Laugh. LAUGH. LAUGH!!!
My feelings will not be hurt one little bit. No, I will not dwell on my mistake.
Never have I worked so hard to help myself remember a definition.
Over and over, I have made the same mistake in the past; it is time to stop!
Perhaps, I am rationalizing so I won’t feel so bad about my mistake.
Quality a.b.c. poems, after all, can be more difficult than Abecedarian poems.
Rationalizing poetic forms, does not make any poem better or right.
Sometimes, you have to just suck it up and admit that a mistake was made.
Today is that painful day for me. Abecedarian poems are NOT a.b.c. poems.
Underneath this chatter lies an embarrassed poet I should have known better.
Verily, verily, I say unto myself and others, “Get over it, already!”
When everything is said and done, no on gives a flip!
Xena might IF she were a real live woman who wrote strong poetry.
Yet she is mythological, created by the imagination of humankind.
Zip it up is what I’ll do, now. I have reached the letter z. LOL
By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
12/27/2016
Years ago, I would have acted differently.
Full of emotion, of energy, of life.
But now I hold back. I avoid that which may hurt me.
The old saying “It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all,”
is a truth I suppress into the inner confines of my heart.
For I’m nearly a grown man and the man I want to be is cold and emotionless.
Is it the fear of loss that drives this ambition?
A fear of commitment?
No.
It is the embarrassment of being different.
The cold world around me dresses in red and I once dressed in green.
Curious glances at my nature stung like a thousand bees. So I hide my true color
under a false red jacket.
I zip it up so securely that my difference, though concealed underneath,
is but a memory of the courage, the embarrassment, I once dared to show.
For I’m nearly a grown man and the man I want to be is a coward.
From the gate of the zip it sure will poke
cos a bare in gown saps all aeration
this jinx of self made lust isn’t a joke
fine legs can put him into commotion
sees her ins like a wool in fair mix’d coke
then the eyes stay put to this diversion
as the mind rots in the mud it is soaked
her head to toe in view for selection
the hand will love to slap a rear when near
he sees all not to be seen from a pear
and puts the mind to an aged long wear and tear
in each pump, some rise emit to blow
so much heat even amid much snow
his open face gets down to stay that low.
Laws are made by Congress for public
Public suffer by virtue of its click
Law maker keep loopholes
As they don’t have souls
Claim to be more than equal to check.
No lack of *Napoleon or *Snowball
Workhorses like *Boxer at their call
To use and abuse *Windmill
They choose their own deal
People left pauper after their fall.
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Third Place winner in
Contest: Double Limerick by JOhn Freeman & Carolyn Devonshire
Inspired Linda-marie"s Limerick "Zip It"
U.S.A. Congress imposes the LAW,
"Do as I say, but not do" hence the flaw,
While we earn large salary,
You struggle in poverty,
An amendment will just stick in our craw.
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** Napoleon and Snowball are the leaders in Animal Farm fighting for the power.
Boxer is a character who looks on which side of the bread is buttered.
Windmill just a symbol of a project thro' which the politicians grind their axe.
Skin of innocence
adultery in a garden of villages.
Where plants preach nature in pollution,
lovingly clashing colors
. coffins laid in mirrors.
My unveiling in my confidence, after life was the unknown.
that day I lost my breath.
lost my tongue.
I rained colors of metal, I stabbed myself in the bag
.Zip it all.
I was confused between two bridges,I looked south(down)on a verse tales of the worse signed a curse on.
I was of habits written in " sins but clean. Cohabitant"ed" heart beats an- examrooms.
Diaries in the membrane asks questions a lot of papers.
I thought I knew nature too.
Who was I going to be?
I am not Moses. I preach not, but allow me narration... I was a little brat. Perfecting my tools.
Sanding my imperfections in in a foundation of none existing brick.
Embracing a slummish home. Hugging on my soiled bricks.
Though i looked far uglier than a plot, I believe in a blank dream I was telling my story.
Mirrors couldn't term my existence.
....skin of innocence
Adrielle, sweet as can be, run and play
Bathe in sticky bubbles another day
Cascade ceaselessly, let us know you're here
Dream so wondrously then show us the way
Everyone loves you so don't shed a tear
Flames within you are warm and always near
God be with you through the hardest of times
He speaks like daddy saying "Have no fear"
I'm your uncle and I write you these lines
Just for when you're older, then may you dine
Knowing the stars shined starkly all the while
Little you still sung the alphabet rhyme
My words to describe you make a large pile
Nonetheless creating a lonesome file
O Adrielle tell me, have you changed? Are
Pink sheets and purple blankey's still your style?
Quelled are the storms when I see those bright stars
Radiating in tiny eyes. Go far,
Soak up this world like seldom seen sunshine
Triumph over every fence and every bar
Under flowery walls I think it's time
Valiant thoughts will bloom inside your mind
Whatever dreams you choose to chase whether
X-rated or G, I hope you do fine!
Your hopes be fish, waiting to be tethered
Zip it all up and use it for later
The bell tips, it's a fire
Drop it all and leave it there
Peoples lives depend on us
There's no more we need discuss
Slide the pole or down the stair
To prepare ourselves for fire
First thing on is those boots
Then on with the coat
Be sure you zip it right up to your throat
Helmets on all aboard out the door our engine scoots
Racing towards that fire
First on scene what a mess
People scream and shout
Focus now do your job get those people out
Afterwards a release of stress
Another put out fire
Pick up all that hose
Its more than half the thing
Must be quick another bell could ring
We wish we had dry clothes
You do not want a fire
Trust my word its the smoke
Which ruins all your things
It always makes us mad the misery it brings
Fire is no joke
As much as I don’t like to pack,
You’d think that after coming back
I’d simply do things in reverse,
But emptying is almost worse.
The dirty stuff goes in the wash
But since I overpack, well, gosh!
I have to sort and put away
The unworns for another day.
They’re wrinkled, though, so should I wait
To iron at a later date
Or hang them up with crease and fold?
Procrastination’s taken hold.
My suitcase sits for several days
And it will take a few delays
Until at last I zip it closed,
And order’s once again imposed.
I wish we all had a body with a zip
For when we need a replacement hip
The body is unzipped to replace a new part
A liver or kidney, a lung or new heart
Bones are removed and replaced as required
No need for traction or bones that are wired
The days will be gone for all operations
This will catch on with all the nations
Order on-line or a big shop will do
To buy a spare body part just for you
No need to worry, no need to fuss
Decide what you need and catch the bus
Tesco’s and Asda can sell the bits you need
They will grow organic body parts from a seed
So bear that in mind if you are an inventor
A brain needs inventing that doesn’t get dementia
If I win, I will put my bikini in my bin, I will go for to romp promptly.
If I fly to my gritty city, I will fry, but I will not cry.
If I win, I will cling to my kitty
I will bring my roll on, or I will pong.
I took it not to prolong my pong.
I will try it on; I knit for my Witty Kitty,
Kitty I will not cry, for you I will try,
To buy you promptly, but not too quick
I will not buy you fowl nor cock to boil,
Look for you Kitty, bonito, no colic.
You will fill your cocky colon, my bionic witty Kitty.
Bonito, not wing of cock, I will bring from my city.
I try for you, my own witty Kit.
I try to work on your colon, now you know it.
I try not to prolong your locomotion you know
Not in circumlocution I go.
To zip it up now I put it into motion.
My Kitty, My bikini, I will put in my bin.
I could feel the rhythm of my obscure
thoughts in sync
sturdy scrutiny, into the mirror
I glimpse deeply in the
reflection of the nymph
somehow I outwit the quixotic
hold of the sylph,
frightened to my demise,
tons of strength fills my belly,
blinking lights, driving under the influence of my mind
You!
you ruined everything,
I'm not in the position to connect
or link to you no more,
no! I'd never use me this woefully
i’d never use me this poppy
but you did!
you Did!!
you stopped before we even proceeded
You were my everything,
my everything!
still you mortified me horrifically
you neglected our tryst,
don’t!
don’t try convincing me to feel better,
you built my moments yours
left me in the cold
I remember every lie you notified me with,
crushed my hopes with thunderstorm,
pushed my stoicism without no thinking,
rejected my Lips and kiss like cancer,
I curse the day I thought forever,
you moved me into inferno,
let me inquire one more time
Do you ever think of me?
shhh! shhh! lies! lies!!
I stridently oppose those professed fibs
they seem untrue
wait! my confusion is your continuous lifestyle
in untruthfulness
You split my bosom in seconds
left me in 2
I detest you!
I detest how you lived without me
I hooked you when you cut down
I smiled when they jested
held you by the kneels, put you right back on edge
still, you picked the nerve to pull out on me
you quit on me?
Exploiting yet preying on me?
how do you feel?
no! do not dodge
Respond to me, how do you feel now?
did you think you could live without me?
Ugh, this sunrise encounter is terrible
with you here
i’m Completely
Buggered Now, You Should Forget Me.
Zip It.
All the times i had called you,
it seemed like you didn't hear,
Call it silence or deafness,
Delete the mindset of me being yours,,
Either you leave me or i'll stuck you,
i have nothing to say to you,
Got much more projects to work on,
Highlight them is what i'll do,
In case you forgot something,
Just text me only so i'll,
Kick them out to you,
let me just be sincere,
My mind is made up,
Nothing, i mean nothing can change it,
Other than me,
Perhaps i wouldn't do such,
Que up, if you want to see me,
Rest if you loose your strength,
Stand back up, when you are done,
To me you are nothing important,
Unless you turn into an angel,
Variably that can not happen,
Would just be a waste of high hopes,
X-ray is what i'll try because ,
Your heart is really shifted,
Zip it up, that's my advice.