Best Zoning Poems
The cloak of Night suppresses sounds;
all, but the faint beat of my heart.
Zoning out of reality,
I shelter in Night's quietude.
Muting the Day's cacophony,
the cloak of Night suppresses sounds.
And allows me to sort my thoughts,
without the annoyance of noise.
When Chaos rings inside my head:
distractions echo through my mind.
The cloak of Night suppresses sounds,
city life, tethered to the day.
Stepping outside of the moment,
my mind disengages with time.
For at the fringes of quiet,
the cloak of Night suppresses sounds.
Categories:
zoning, anxiety, city, image, silence,
Form:
Quatern
SPRING GARDEN PREPARATION (20150213)
After the winter season
But before the rains begin
Catalogues of heirloom seeds
Delivered just in time
Earmarked and prioritized
Farmer’s Almanac consulted
Given planting periods
Horoscopes included (but useless!)
Individual seed varieties ordered
Junk mail shredded and added to compost
K (potassium) added as potash
Lumber purchased for trellises
Mulching around transplanted seedlings
Non-Genetically Modified Organisms only
Organic fertilizers only, too
Planting by phases of the moon
Quick-fix pesticides are anathema
(Round-Up kills everything--US, not just weeds)
Seed boxes keeping seedlings warm
Testing the soil for minerals and organics
Unleashing ladybugs and pollinators
Vertical gardening to conserve space
Watering just enough, but not too much
Xenocide, killing unwanted weed species
Youngsters helping (or hindering)
Zoning plants to vary root depths
Categories:
zoning, food, garden, home, life,
Form:
Abecedarian
A feeling that gets me feeling the greatest
flipping through songs that make me feel like I'm going to make it
I can sit back, chill & relate with
The sun goes up & the moon goes down
I know I have not yet reached the rooftops every day, but I'm sure not Touching the ground.
Have much to believe in, but do I believe it or not?
My mind keeps racing while my face is stuck
Then my eyes close shut
Zoning in & out of conscious
Deep thoughts on how I was born into the sickness of the world
Will I sit back & die from it or live past it?
I'm feeling it
The high I get from life
That grew into my life
Feeling like everything is alright
If I die tonight, my soul will be already dancing around the starlights
I had a cruel summer, but I'm going to enjoy my chill winter nights
Reaching new heights
The comfort is just right
My mind is in the clouds
My body has slowed down
I Lay gently into a dream & in my dream, I never wake up from my dream
Lost in it all
The sky, the galaxy & everything in-between
-In my zone
Categories:
zoning, adventure, black african american,
Form:
Rhyme
Christmas bells aren’t ringing all through our little town,
The zoning ordinances prohibit such a noisy sound.
There are no carolers singing their songs of Christmas cheer,
People are afraid to open their doors to strangers who draw near.
Now Santa needs written permission to enter any locked domicile,
With the arrests resulting from last year his Reindeer are still on trail.
Don’t expect too much in your stocking at least nothing you might like,
Labor negotiations have broken down and the elves have gone on strike.
I hung a wreath on my front door and my neighbor gave me a laugh,
The lights that he displays on his own house could land a small aircraft.
There’s something in that eggnog that has made me lose my head,
I nearly said Merry Christmas rather than Happy Holidays instead.
Oh, I long for an old fashioned Christmas where everyone was bright,
But until the world is sane again I’ll keep a silent night.
And what of that little baby that started this whole thing,
The more I think about him, the more I want to sing.
So let’s all join together and prepare for what may come next,
Let’s all share love, joy, peace and hope by sending out a text.
Categories:
zoning, funny, holiday, christmas, christmas,
Form:
Light Verse
Zoning by micro-climates my
Yards' spaces, and then
Xeriscaping them to conserve
Water because of the drought, I can
Visualize neat straight furrows
(Under colorful vines
Trailing red, green, and purple grapes)
Saturated with various seedlings:
Radishes, squashes, sprouts, etc.
Quietly absorbing sunlight, and
Pushing roots deeper into my
Organically amended soil.
Nasturtiums, previously planted,
Misdirect insects away from my plants.
Ladybugs, and other predators, help
Keep down the hostiles that got through.
Jumping forward from Spring to Fall,
I can imagine picking tomatoes from the vines,
Harvesting football-sized zucchinis,
Gathering various root vegetables, and
Fruits from bushes and trees.
Eating unwashed sweet peas
Directly from their pods.
Cooking pies from mixed berries I grew;
Baking pumpkin bread or zucchini bread.
Agonizing again over what to plant next year.
Categories:
zoning, anxiety, environment, farm, food,
Form:
Abecedarian
You've been left behind, a missing piece to a puzzle you will never find. That missing piece longing for the right location, Applying so much effort to gain the wrong association, the wrong affiliation. Placing yourself in the wrong situation can come from a simple miscommunication, misinterpretation or even being presented with misinformation. Not realizing we're not all in this together , but we're all in this alone. You are a missing piece , why add too another when you could start your own.
You had to start burning old bridges to make progress. You were young and dumb not realizing that it was part of the process. Once you began to realize some of the processes of progress, you acknowledged more wins over losses.
You gotta take a loss to be a boss. First become the boss of yourself. Build more than personal belongings, more than somethings you can brag about owning. Build something potentially limitless that can't be confined by some type zoning.
First become the boss of yourself. Something you must do for yourself. Build character, be bold gain control of mind , heart and soul. Yes build wealth .............. of knowledge, of spirit, knowledge heaven & hell and anything near it. Most important of all know self and know it well, listen, listen listen........ and hear it.
Some will forever feel incomplete. Because they will always seek something physical, Something solid, something concrete. Not saying this makes them ............
Categories:
zoning, absence, analogy, anxiety, dedication,
Form:
The loneliness is unbearable
The misunderstanding is crippling
All the years of active rejection
Slowly engulfing the being
How I thought them to be the worst
But it’s the passive rejection
That’s what’s really killing me
The quiet shunning of who I am
The subtle hints that I’m not invited
It’s quite evil really
Unaware of why,
My bitterness grows
Thus if I ask, they’ll point to a monster
The monster they themselves created
Once a wide-eyed optimist
Transformed by the continuous rejection
See, it initiates the group’s strength
Knowing they shared in the killing
Leaving the remains to the birds
Starved the soul is
Craving something
Anything, a heart can latch on to
But nothing is there
Everyone leaves
Deep thoughts, an empty stare
Drown myself in music and writing
And so it does heal
The slow, gentle numbing of the emotions
Of the deep pain I feel
Living through the art form
The only life I have
An outcast, the lone wolf
My loud howl from the top of the mountain
It’s impact felt only from within
Inclusion, I often question if that’s all I desire
Inclusion simply for the sake of inclusion
It’s not, but how pleasant it would be to finally feel it
Perhaps just until the right ones come along
My feelings are a dark empty abyss
I feel everything, and yet nothing
Impossible to express, as even I am unaware
I’m getting lost in my head again
Overthinking and zoning
Suppose it is explainable
As I haven’t gotten much sleep
Symptoms Of A Paralyzing Depression
Course through my veins
And I am aware of them
And I am scared of them
Yet what can I do, surely can’t tell anyone
How would I live with myself
So I’ll keep it to my own
Knowing my burdening of them, their cold pity
It would prove them right
All along, they knew I was a loser
This self-fulfilling prophecy always occurs
Labeled as a rebel, an outcast
A loser, a pariah
I want my feelings to be known, want them understood
Want them gently caressed
But it seems that will never happen
I am socially depressed
Categories:
zoning, bullying, depression, feelings, introspection,
Form:
What did he said to displease the ownership of your body,
Words relapse I’m straight zoning,
Passion that held for holidays season whirlpool that meant for cleanse,
The way she describe me cleaned my soul,
Words relapse I’m straight zoning,
They say that nice guys finish last but here say this is a new age,
And I am rolling in deep with fascinating of love by you,
Wonder of of day break sing a sweet lull ably why take a break,
Not the first I heard of such a kind gentle but,
A young gentleman,
Hit the break I thought no one knew what I was aim for,
Can’t they reallie see the essence of make of a,
Truth Gentleman.
Categories:
zoning, art, love,
Form:
Verse
Last night was tough
Last night was cruel
Last night was much affliction
Last night was no renewel
Up and working late
Avoiding any focus
As thoughts of you took over
Took me low as crocus
I felt like breaking down
But in the office I just couldn't
I'm scared to show emotion
Even though I know I shouldn't
9 pm is finally here
I head out to the Blazer
Start up the ignition
And then become a gazer
I realize my zoning
I bring myself around
To hear on the radio
A quite familiar sound
Guns 'n Roses floods my mind
Paradise city is what I hear
My lips start to sing it
And my voice becomes unclear
My heart tells me it's you
Comforting my grief
Showing me your there
Then i'm flustered with relief
For me this isn't easy
Never expected you to go
Last night you paid a visit
Another night I grieved with woe
((Losing your father is the hardest thing to ever happen
to you when your a Daddy's girl, I'm sure most of my poems
will have his dedication, this helps me release the pressure of
his thoughts, and releive my mind! ))
THANK YOU ALL, for reading and enjoying my poems!
-Miranda Lambert-
Categories:
zoning, death, depression, fatherme, night,
Form:
Rhyme
Now, if only, they would cut the damn property tax!
Maybe, the elderly wouln’t have to loose their homes and move to Florida!
Maybe, a God fearin minority member could live here and own a piece of it?
Hello out there in WASP land..
say hey To the folks in Green witch!
Governor Jodi Rell our version of the wicked witch of the east
crossed with Mrs. Ward Cleaver
is out there pounding the proverbial pavement
looking to balance the ole budget AGAIN!
Hit the road Jack and don’t ya Come Back No Mo, No Mo, No Mo, No……..
say the local daughters of the D.A.R. and the Ladies of the Eastern Star
to the rise of minorities in the local school …..
The Good Ole Nutmeg state has quite a mix
hell just about anything goes here!
Land of the Free home of the Brave,
you can even get a state certified Gay marriage
Robin Red breast ain’t our state bird for nothing
one of the first 3 states to protect the early bird getting the worm!
Yup Con neck tee cut is a fine place to live and grow trees
Y’all come up some time for a visit..
just don’t head for the shore cause you can’t get to it
Snob Zoning and All….
You can find just about anything you need
here in the good ole Nutmeg state
(did you know you can get high on Nutmeg?)
have legal hallucinates will travel
so join the local nuts SOUPERS
and come for a visit
just don’t stay too long.
Categories:
zoning, education, funny, historybird, bird,
Form:
Free verse
Toby Hemenway,
in The Permaculture City,
defines four prime health development principles,
adapted as follows:
Highest Use
orders health maintenance tasks,
ecological activities,
and growth/decomposition processes
in time and space
so the first activity in a spiraling sequence
leaves as many possible health yields
and subsequent reiterative uses
as harmonically possible.
Highest and deepest use
creates balanced wu-wei relationships
among health design elements
and wealth building processes
in and through ecologically rhythmic time
and place.
Needs As Potential Resources Analysis
identifies necessary health inputs
and wealth outputs
of many nutritional kinds,
products,
behaviors,
characteristics
spatial quantities and temporal qualities
of each subsystem in an eco/bio-system,
including humane-natural/spiritual systems,
and connects needs of one element
with outputs of another.
We thereby design harmonic relationships
of WinWin balance
among design elements themselves,
ourselves.
Zones
organize design systems
by how often they are used and need cooperative maintenance.
The most used systems
are placed most vulnerably nearest in spacetime
to the ZeroZone user
or center of identified activity.
Zones build health and organize wealth relationships
between a system
and the user of identified zero-center.
Sectors and Species
are influences from outside;
influences that cannot be altered from within the spacetime system in question.
They can be Yang competing physical influences,
such as wind and fire,
or Yin-cooperative intangible influences,
enculturing,
creolizing,
such as zoning,
care giving and receiving customs,
LeftBrain polypathic power,
and RightBrain emotional polyphonic triggers.
We place design elements
in relation to species and sectors to feed or bleed energies,
or let them pass through
with no decompositional effect.
Sectors and Species
create regenerative relationships
between parts of an eco-bio system
and Yang forces
and Yin-influences
shaping enculturation,
acclimation outside toward inside
each ZeroZone system.
Categories:
zoning, caregiving, earth, education, growth,
Form:
Political Verse
Behind every door, you'll find a window
But what you find might not come so simple...
Sudden surprises, split second mistakes
Who's to know what hearts will break
Farfetched ideas, practical jokes
Make-believe, a life ending hoax
Constant moaning, tax collectors phoning
Diseases running rapid, aids even roaming
Children stop growing, with nobody knowing
The world in a spin, while mouths they are foaming
Youth they are zoning, trying to get in and see what is going
But something so wrong, has ended our song
We no longer belong, no one left to be strong
It's like a disease that we can't even seize
So we stay on our knees, always asking God please
Please lend us the keys, to get out and break free
So just maube again, I'll be able to see
Everything that I can, and am needed to be
But to sit here and wait, it has ended our fate
Love it comes second rate, nothing left to now take
It must be some mistake, no more time to shed hate
Or believe what is fake
For now it is time to show love for hope's sake
Categories:
zoning, life, people, social, time,
Form:
A lot of really big trees had died to make that desk. His mother had probably gnawed them down, used her nails to saw the boards, and finished the decorative cutwork with her tongue.
Jennifer Crusie
My mom kept a patch of zamia trees,
freeze brook zigzagged and zinged,
zesty zephyr's laid cape from breeze,
zap zander tinned.
She accomplished zoning using a zax,
she led my zest and dream,
I can't cool off, I can't relax,
zealous esteem.
She shields me from rain and zenithal wind,
she kept zeal to be strong,
by lead and zaniness of mind,
zigs right from wrong.
1St Place Contest Winner
21-December-2022
Constance La France Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing form
Rhyme pattern: abab, cdcd, efef
syllable pattern: 10, 6, 8, 4 in each stanza
Categories:
zoning, analogy, appreciation, mother, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
Busy square around me sucking me inside
Keeping me from seeing what's on the outside
Building shell surrounds me squared off like a hide
Standing on a corner; a square; a block; that's wide
Quilted district patterns are mapped across the land
while larger squares protruding shows zoning had a hand
Suburbs of the city squaring boundaries they have spanned
When all that's left are gullies squared by nature that are fanned.
Categories:
zoning, confusion, life, urbanme, me,
Form:
Couplet
Return to Forever,
a seminal eclectic jazz band of the seventies
My teenage years,
my rebellious years
I loved that band,
for more than their unique brand
of cosmic musical forays
No, listening to them separated me from my teenage peer pack:
they liked listening to formulaic cookie-cutter pop,
I preferred zoning out on cutting-edge fusion jazz
Fusion was a cool sound,
rock melding with jazz
Rock would pump you up
Jazz would mellow you down
I thank Return to Forever
for slowing a raging hormonal teenager down
Allowing me to become more cerebral,
raising my consciousness higher and higher off the ground
Their music made me feel like I was a regal space prince,
who possessed his own cosmic minstrels
Royalty has its privileges ...
standing apart,
being special is a gift
It's soul pioneer art
Return to Forever instilled in me the mind of a muse;
creative genius unfiltered, exploratory ventures untethered
Freedom to expand the mind was treasures found of a spiritual kind
Return to Forever,
even their name had a mystical appeal
Return to Forever,
their music prepared my heart
for the lonely days every man apart
must one day live
Categories:
zoning, cool, love, muse, perspective,
Form:
Free verse