Best Zipper Poems
it's a little
above the
middle of
her back
if it were
in front
it would be
between her
breasts
but going
back around
pinching the
clasp
slowly
pulling
it down
exposing
her perfect
smoothness
of brown skin
against the
yellow of her
full length gown
that slides off her
shoulders
to the ground
i massage the
tension from her
neck
(my tribute to Limerickmeister Jack Ellison, smile engine extraordinaire)
I remember the time when I caught a
bit of my body parts where I oughtn't a
in much pain did I struggle
with my bits I did juggle
it really did make my eyes water!
Don't forget to zip your zipper.
Said thee old whipper snapper.
Life's too short, so be a good sport.
While we head to a resort.
After the high school prom tonight.
We can make whoopee, under a pine tree.
After I take you by the hand.
Then we'll see buckets of golden nuggets,
flowers and daffodils.
The we'll see puppets, all playing their trumpets,
very load and strong from the band.
So don't forget to zip your zipper.
Said thee old whipper snapper.
Life's too short, so give me all your support.
Before we head to a resort.
And before, we make love in the ocean sand..
Zip Your Zipper Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2010,2014..
All rights reserved
A broken zipper
Can happen any time
When it does-
It does happen
It is at the wrong time
Rushing to be outside
The zipper would break
On a winter jacket
Or a pair of jeans
A change in a zipper
Is what is needed
A winter jacket
That is different
When nothing else
to wear
Go to the dry cleaners
They send it out
When returned
The charge would be
a three digit
For a payment job done
Maybe he fall down and go boom or;
Maybe computer messed up;
Or maybe it was him.
But the show went on evidently.
Lots of people indirectly claiming to be the “one and only”
But hey he makes espresso you know.
He was somewhere else for a while and;
Glad he got out before the s**t splattered all over the screen;
No one’s going to like this but that’s because Mr. Man probably;
Told most of them what they’re not supposed to pay attention to;
But no worries though he finds it encouraging to be different;
And hey there’s splatter and excrement that’s funny right?
So what the hell people;
When everything is said and done.
Even red light green light;
Has its place.
So keep on playing and;
Peace and love to all.
She's aware he's awfully chivalrous for carrying such casual intent
While there's subconscious recognition he's a blend of canny ways
Mixed with filthy desire
Leaving her plenty of room for discontent
His finicky facade that this helpless girl can't help but admire
While to herself she's being a liar
As if she could deny this mans selfish pursuance
Her misinterpretations are inevitable
A genitive surefire
He'll maintain his obvious avoidance for exclusivity
She'll claim to have been perpetually blinded by his witty ways
As she induced her own misfire
Those eyes of his will misconstrue
Betting on the fact she'll negate her own savvy finesse
That self proclaimed ability to see through
Inevitably he'll be praised and built up as a statue
Like his soul
He'll be mended of stone
While in the interim
She'll be gazing pitifully
Into shades of blue
A lady so much older than I
Deftly signalled a path from her thigh
Like a wrinkle in thyme
Something started to climb
Hmmph! I forgot to zip up my fly!
The fall of sixty-three, an incongruity!
I saw myself on a Queen's float, a title rare -
"Miss Sorghum" of our Hancock County fair.
I aced the talent part - piano was my art;
but needed practice wobbling in a brand-new pair
of pointy, spiky heels I'd bought to wear.
Fate came about too soon, that fatal afternoon,
my clever escort list'ning for the judge's cue,
had grabbed my anxious hand for our debut.
I stumbled, did not trip but felt my gown unzip.
My hero bravely shielded me from public view;
his jacket 'round my waist and shoulders threw.
My chance was gone, undone. On three-inch heels I spun
and left the judge in awe, escaping with my knight
to a storage room and a most peculiar plight -
A ladder 'gainst the wall, wobbly toddler set to fall.
I reached for chubby feet, my gaping rear in sight
outstretched across the rungs, I held on tight.
A twist, he made a track, came headfirst down my back
as mom returned to see my escort catch the bloke.
(Her child asleep, she'd stepped outside to smoke.)
He'd torn my gown she guessed, and offered me redress.
I refused her check and reclaimed my cohort's cloak.
No float for me - the fall my zipper broke.
A child unhurt - his fall my zipper broke.
September 9, 2013
I'm learning to shut my mouth. Keep some secrets.
The world isn't deserving of the story I have inside.
Levels of perception. People can never truly understand someone else.
I will always be a stranger to you, no matter how much I talk.
So I should be quieter and then you won't have my words to use against me when I've become no longer beneficial to your needs.
And it's difficult. No lie.
When I've got so much to say and all these roaring thoughts and feelings screaming at me at the time.
I'm interested. Why aren't you interested? Why doesn't anybody show interest in anything anymore.
It makes me crazy.
Dull and lifeless. I'm surrounded by wooden puppet people.
And nobody wants to read books.
Nobody wants to talk about the universe.
Learn obscure bits of history.
Ponder ancient times and pyramids.
Or take up knitting just for fun.
Argue whether aliens actually exist. (They do.)
Nobody wants to write poems or stories.
Draw, doodle, or paint.
Walk aimlessly through this town.
Find a new favorite band or podcast.
Research medical history and eradicated diseases.
Ask a challenging question.
Work on building character.
I miss when stuff mattered and people mattered.
I miss the curiosity that should be omnipresent in humanity.
So, keep your reality TV and your 9 to 5 job.
Keep cleaning up the house that never gets messy.
Go on gossiping.
Continue to be self absorbed.
Keep on believing the evening news.
And your high school textbooks.
I'll be a weirdo, a lot misunderstood.
I am happy to stand out in my ways. I'm totally down to be a freak in a whitewashed, boring world.
A man was thought to be Jack the Ripper
who cried I'm just a hard-working stripper
The bobbies said Show us the proof
When he flashed his tiny tool
he was cuffed before fixing his zipper
Zigzag threads overlap
Zip zap tracker aligns
Zesty and shiny, too
Zings along the backside
Zany patterns excite
Zazzy razzle dazzle
Zenith night on the town.
A Pleaides Poem
10/5/2022
Zipper or zip, just fasten it, right and tight
In order to keep, purple souls, out of sight
Play safe, for Robin or Barbie, not to peek
People might start snapping unwanted pic
Every time you go outside you need to zip
Rush not, for, no damn will give you a tip
Let it go or let it not, you, must be careful
You sure don’t want, to be seen, as a fool
You are free, from the intelligence spooks
Of their silent laughs and suspicious looks
Unless, you’re a carefree, of rhyming eyes
Robin and Barbie might end in a dear fight
Saving them…just fasten it, right and tight
It's like a zipper
opened then closed
when foolish words express
the errors of a random guess.
It's like a button
a spew of words reveling
searching for the hole
in things we barely know.
It's the mouth speaking
and the exasperation expelled
without the input of the brain
when there is nothing to gain.
It's the lessons that we learn in youth
that every word be kind or else unsaid
to speak no lies, only honesty and truths ahead,
for a fly does not enter a closed mouth.
for Julia Ward' Romani contest
8/29/19
Just like a zipper
The ship goes on Spring-colored sea
The wake are opening the sea
The Christmas Zipper
David J Walker
That tool kit you gave me
At two, Mom
was meant to be a toy
But made of real metal
How did I know
What to do with the saw
That I called a “Zipper”
Did I see Dad
Zipping through boards?
I only remember that your
Sewing machine cabinet was
Open and presented itself as
A Christmas morning opportunity
And after two short but damaging
Zips that ripped a straight line in
Drop leaf treadle cabinet table
someone brought in a 2x4
which I soon lost interest in
exchanging it for a
screwdriver in the kit
What could go wrong?
What did you expect a boy to do
At two
With a brand-new zipper in hand
On Christmas Morning