Best Zips Poems
Whatever turns your crank
Whatever tickles your pickle
Whatever dunks your donut
Whatever waxes your dolphin
Whatever buffs your Buddha
Whatever pops your cork
Whatever pets your monkey
Whatever frosts your cookies
Whatever spills your pills
Whatever trips your trigger
Whatever humps your camel
Whatever melts your chocolate
Whatever peels your onion
Whatever chafes your carrot
Whatever flops your mop
Whatever rocks your socks
Whatever teeters your totter
Whatever milks your goat
Whatever pings your pong
Whatever peels your banana
Whatever blows your nozzle
Whatever tips your canoe
Whatever flicks your switch
Whatever zips your zipper
Whatever blows your stack
Whatever... whatever... whatever!
© Jack Ellison 2014
The snow slowly morphs into rain, a thousand cold cocoons that release raindrop butterflies into the frosty air. They glisten in the morning light, clinging to soft leather like tiny diamonds as he drapes his jacket across my shoulders.
The jacket smells like him: fresh soap and spicy aftershave--and that spearmint gum he always keeps on hand. It's way too big on me, but he zips it up anyway, pulling the hood over my head to shield me from the rain.
dripping icicles
bleed beads of liquid light--
fingers intertwine
He's soaked, but he doesn't seem to care as water slides down his rosy cheeks, dripping from his frozen nose. He brings my hand to his lips and whispers, "Happy New Year." Even his lips are cold, but I lend him my warmth.
As we stand there together in the soft tranquility of winter rain, I realize I'm happy. I want to stay here forever, in this life-sized snow globe of frigid weather and smooth, warm leather.
For Giorgio's "Leather Jacket" contest
A silky-spun weave captures my attention
with its soft circular radiance
reflecting rainbows;
its fixed yet floating form
plays in sways of dappled sun,
appearing, then disappearing
as it is caught and released
by lighthearted fingers of light..
filigree beauty of the vacant web
captures my smile.
Amidst the ample weave
and supple spill of trellis green,
fruitful with a passion-palette
of June's nectar trumpets -
sprightly iridescence with a lusty hum
zips then hovers then zips again -
vying to capture my attention
with its flashy
flash...
nectar of my spirit healed with joy
my smile lasts an eternity.
In July mosquitoes fly
And hummingbirds are humming.
Bees will buzz and all because
They don’t know fall is coming.
Weeks remain so none complain
That summer zips by quickly.
School is out and kids, no doubt,
Don’t mind when skin is prickly.
Folks will schmooze at barbecues
And drink like no tomorrow.
Through their sweat, they all forget
These days are just to borrow.
" We can learn lessons from nature." by poet
I feel the need to relax today
As I sit outside on this sunny day
I try to let all my stress slip away
I can feel the sunny rays warm my soul
As my worries gently slide off and roll
I am no longer worried about things
As a butterfly flutters its wings
and watch it dip in blooms and out it springs
A bee joins with pollen laden legs
The butterfly gently protects its eggs
A light warm breeze tickles my nose
with sweet perfumes of a freshly bloomed rose
A hummingbird zips by and feeds from blooms
Another one joins as they zip and zoom
Embracing the moment, not feeling gloom
A tufted titmouse flies past my chair
And lands at the feeders, singing with flair
He feeds and sings without any care
A moment in nature is all I need
To enjoy life at a much calmer speed
Elegant, yet simple, confident,
Mistaken for a seventeen year old at times,
Goes to the park every weekend,
She spends her summers with her family,
Volleyball under the rain, soda is her addiction,
Education keeps her going, Sugary, Bitter-sweet heart,
Spanish pop singer, her hips dance to life's music,
Movie watcher, Nicholas Sparks reader, books are second world,
Algebra genius, tends to be right, inconvenient attitude,
She zips her mouth shut to keep a secret, this means she's trustworthy,
Little voices in her mind guide her life, light brightens her path,
Walks around in converse high tops, her dresses get blown by the wind,
Her lover receives her kisses, her heart is tender, she needs to be handled with care,
Her life consists of colors, when nothing has light,
Poetry helps her, her pen and her get along perfect,
She runs around a field in soccer cliques,
Likes to go to Burger King, her friends are her third half,
You see her heart is big enough for different people,
She might be able to fill the world in there,
They call her a nerd, for she uses big words, she smiles,
Her dreams are higher than a mountain, she stays strong,
Head low, with horns, she's a bull, she'll fight,
Little kids are her joy, she can play hide and seek for hours,
Never pays attention to her science teacher, listens to her parents,
Enjoys watching wrestling, writes lyrics to finally become a composer,
Studies to become a teacher,
Her dearest cousins became her diary, her teddy bears became her shoulder to cry on,
Jewelry surrounds her body, face pampered with make up,
We all have masks don't we? She doesn't, she's true, only make up covers her identity,
Toes have blue nail polish on them, she wiggles and jiggles along side elders,
She enjoys their wise jokes,
Clumsy, young, life learning, care giving, girl.
You ask who she is?
I will answer, that girl you see, she is me.
a piece of paper covered with red lips
promising a night of moving hips
like a passionate pledge
it drove him close to the edge
a pity they couldn’t undo the zips
Contest: Valentine's Day Limerick
6th Place
Hit Me with Your Best Shot - We are Orlando
A rainbow of all the droplets of color,
begins to run with a red that bleeds.
And from the sky it can mix any palette,
instead of parity and one of misdeeds.
The drinks are mixed in fun and joy,
as lanky men dance Hip Hop in form.
So young they live, despite brutal hate,
and also know, they're part of the norm.
The music peals, the voices double,
and laughter sings within their eyes.
Two women dance, a close hot Rumba,
they're young in age with spirits wise.
A bartender zips out the orders of shots,
for two Hot Damns and one Captain Coke.
Bring on five more of Irish Car Bombs,
it is last order up, with the shots, not a joke.
In the gray swirl of the dance by the girl,
and the dudes there, more happy than gay.
Hearing shots, not the drinks, no time to think,
as their bodies fall, the last breath in the fray.
Falling down like the movie, or empire!
Jumping fast, through a hole in a door.
Disappearing, becoming camouflaged,
to hide like an elephant stuck to the floor.
The man in the dark is unhinged and unstable,
he laughs at himself, the dying, their fears.
He's no martyr; his cause is but suicide,
to splash in their blood and dance in their tears.
Who bore the arms in protecting the innocent?
What ammunition or gun rang freedom's bell?
Was there life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness,
when at the nightclub, in Orlando, the last body fell?
By Edlynn Nau
© June 14, 2016
Flag Day
Whatever turns your crank
Whatever tickles your pickle
Whatever dunks your donut
Whatever waxes your dolphin
Whatever buffs your buddha
Whatever pops your cork
Whatever pets your monkey
Whatever frosts your cookies
Whatever spills your pills
Whatever trips your trigger
Whatever humps your camel
Whatever melts your chocolate
Whatever peels your onion
Whatever chafes your carrot
Whatever flops your mop
Whatever rocks your socks
Whatever teeters your totter
Whatever milks your goat
Whatever pings your pong
Whatever peels your banana
Whatever blows your nozzle
Whatever tips your canoe
Whatever flicks your switch
Whatever zips your zipper
Whatever blows your stack
Whatever... whatever... whatever!
My memories provide a time machine -
I shut my eyes, through time I quickly fly.
I'm taken back to when I was thirteen
to navigate the maze of Junior High.
I see a photograph and now I'm thirty;
a week or two since having our first child.
Still learning how to change him when he's dirty
then time zips by; now HE is thirty - wild!
I find myself wishing I could go back
to right some wrongs and unsay words I'd said.
Hug loved ones or seek wisdom that I lack;
to love my parents more on their deathbed.
But two things I would not change in my life:
My faith in God, or marrying my wife.
written 20 Aug 2020
Highway sliced
Geometrically whispered
Into your eyes
Silks down through your mind
A limpid sighted magic spell
Fibonacci’s stepping repelled
Bilateral storm
Trapped by duty
And boxed voids
That familiar smell:
Skyscraping cylinders
And footnotes
It zips aside
High-toned warning
Like elder numbers rhyming
Prepare for abstract cosmovision
Liquid language gasified into strings
Softly spoken touch
Of the sunset mist
Morphing everything
Rubber lover, Zipperella,
is not a brother or a fella.
He has false **** and kitten heels,
not a chest and ankles made of steel
His spiky rubber bag is old,
cleverly patched with a Marigold.
It’s been so long since he wore cotton,
and only zips, never a button
Zippy is a Tube commuter,
six foot tall in his Transmuters.
Lots of people stop and stare,
even more when he had pink hair.
Being a girl was such hard work,
every day another jerk!
Better to dye it back to brown,
play his fetish lifestyle down.
A little less attention is better,
when all he wants is bread n butter
Down to his local corner shop,
in skin tight leggings and a belly top.
He could blend if he wore a sweater,
or maybe brown corduroys would be better.
That’s what a woman would ask,
it had happened in ZIppy's past.
He’d had a wife who he'd loved dearly,
but she couldn't understand him...clearly.
Take off that dress, put on some trousers!
What about mother, think of the neighbors!
It went on like that for years,
lots of heartache, floods of tears.
Even though she was his lover,
he felt like they didn't know each other.
Then on a bight and sunny morning,
came the last, the ultimate warning,
‘Zippy, I want you as a man;
you’re turning me into a lesbian!’
He was forced to wisely choose,
the rubber-wear would surly loose.
He had made his vowels for life,
how could he just leave his (darling) wife?
The only decent thing to do,
was to be loyal, to be true.
But then depression set right in,
when all his beloved rubber was thrown in the bin!
Time stood still for a couple of years,
lots more heart ache, stress and fears.
For he missed rubber in his (now) sad life,
more than he would miss his nagging (dear) wife.
This could not go on forever,
he needed a friend not a jealous lover.
Maybe she didn't’t like his feminine side,
but Zippy loved dear Zipperella with pride.
So one sad day they said goodbye,
with no questioning or reasoning why.
It was how it was meant to be,
she was free, and so was SHE!
Alone again but not as much,
much more honest, much more in trust.
For Zipperella loves all things feminine,
now the woman he holds dearest lives within…him.
(Author Notes
fella: man
Marigold: washing up gloves
Tube: london underground
Transmuters: a brand of boots with frankenstein style heels with big studs)
CYBER SAILOR
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
When he sailed
across the buzz
that hums
resounding
absurdity
echoes
love at first ....byte(?)
Keen vibration
Zips through twilight
bumbling bee to tumbling star--
Dangling through cyber spaces
Dancing with
Northern Lights subliminal beauty--
Physics masterpieces
complexities--
Musical perfection
minute and inexplicable as Mozart
magnetic in simplicity
His eyes drew mine
When he sailed
across the electron buzz
that hums
It was
in that instant
that
I
looked
up
forever
Victoria Anderson-Throop
Sun smiled, rain roared, pleasant did earth smell
The God threw something like a bell
When on the blanket like sky it fell
Unfurled an awesome arc sounding like a bomb shell
Seven streaks of glistening light rays the following did spell
“I am, (Speaks the following)
Almighty’s aesthetic amazing artifact
Big Brother’s* blazing bright billboard
Controller’s covenantal communication
Designer’s dexterously depicted dove**
Everlasting evergreen evidence electrified
Father’s finely featured fingerprints
God’s grace in grandeur given
His Highness’s happy herald
Immanuel’s instant innerness indicator
Joy of Jerusalem’s Judge
King of king’s knitted kite
Liberator’s lovely lit lustrous lamp
Maker’s marvelous memorable mark
Neatly noted noteworthy news
Omnipotent’s overflowing olive oil
Provider’s prominent personally painted poster
Quaint quote from a ***** quill
Restorer’s remarkable remark represented
Sovereign’s seven superb single signature
Triune’s thoughtful theme that trickled
Ubiquitous, ulterior useful umbrella
Venerable visible vertical verdict
Word’s wonder working wallpaper
Xaviour’s excellent xylophone
Yaweh’s yester years yell
Zion Dweller zealously zips protecting you through me.
Ohoooops! I am the Rainbow.”
*Christ is our elder Brother **symbol of peace
Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you
will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed,” says the LORD, who has compassion
on you. Isaiah 54:10
Begrudgingly I grab my raincoat rolling my eyes back sighing, not again
Now SHE, she jumps up and down acting like she just won the lottery.
Slipping on rubber boots I ask, you really want to walk in this rain?
She stares at me as if saying, move it I don’t have all day.
Opening the front door the strong wind sprays rain into my face
I grab my zipper pulling it up as high as I can get it.
My loud cries were drowned out by the wind of course
As my saggy aging chin got in the way of zips journey to the top.
Wondering which direction we should go this time out
I am dragged quickly to the right for some reason only she knows
Before long I am pulled under the first tree, a wind gust comes up
Dumping water on me as if this were the ice bucket challenge.
Now if the neighbours are wondering where my umbrella is
Yesterday it tried taking me on an outer space mission.
It was one of those super heavy duty cost a fortune type
Built so well, instead of collapsing you just fly.
When I decided she had enough opportunities for release
It becomes my turn to do the pulling and I’m all in.
She slowly came still kicking grass wildly behind her,
Sending little patches of grass flying on the neighbour’s lawn. Ops.
Entering my house I am happy to shed a few pounds of soaked laundry
I dry her off as well as possible then she shakes and soaks the front hall.
Pondering the fresh air and exercise I just received I sit back in my chair
Happy and contented, praying she can hold it till the rain finally stops.
For ye whom wonder, yes I had baggies with me.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
09.11.2014
For Contest Rainy Days
4th
Leonora Galinta