Long Zebra Poems
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(This is the image of a semi urban city of India)
The glow of a late Autumn Sunset,
Gleams over the dense city streets.
Rushing wheels and honking horns,
Halt awhile for the traffic signs.
Through the rows of rushing motors,
Men on bikes plough their way.
They squish and squeeze through every gap,
Caring a naught for the traffic rules.
With jarring siren, the Ambulance van,
Speeds past for emergency aid.
The patient inside, in writhing pain,
Lies stressed on every hurdle raced.
Ladies holding children in hands,
And people bent with growing age,
Remain planted at the zebra cross,
Waiting to move to the opposite side.
As the tired people back from work,
Hurry away to reach their homes,
The jovial band in easeful mood,
Treads towards the city parks.
Fortune tellers with their Tarot cards,
Hold their clients in great suspense,
The street hawkers on tiled pavements,
Squat beside their cheap merchandise.
Scores of men who tread on foot,
Grow to Hundreds in a short awhile,
These are folks right from the show,
The Block buster has drawn hoards of men.
When young Dandies in tawdry dress,
Dally round with their ladies love,
Street urchins in tattered clothes,
Go searching in the garbage pile.
While decrepit old beggars lie drowsy,
On the cement benches in wayside shelters,
The affluent Sahibs in plush restaurants,
Feast on their cocktail dinners.
The city thus with its motley crowd,
Paints life in contrast shades,
For Fortune, with her alluring charms,
Favours a few and leaves the rest.
Memory Moments
Held hands
Made plans
Life goal
Be bold
Life run
No pun
People know
Peep show
Year in
Year out
Century in
Century out
Kiss now
Milk that cow
Day
Night
Monstrous
Fright
Full Moon
Silver Spoon
Freeze
Wait
Now
Reanimate
Free
Verse
-or-
Vers
Libre
Never
Perverse
Not
Zebra
Beer
Glass
Broken
Glass
Idiot
Fool
Nasty
Pool
Polite now
Wonder how
President’s dream
Money scheme
Milky way
Bale hay
Shout out
Never pout
Wonder how
Bless now
Star night
Stage fright
Moose fight
Monster fright
Twilight
All right
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
October 5, 2021 (Short-Line Free Verse)
You might find it very strange, in fact some think it's quite absurd
For when I stroll around the zoo, I like to exchange a word or two
I can't deny, I wouldn't lie, I like to shoot the breeze with that Lion guy!
And when I leave, with twinkled eyes, he cheerily says, "Adieu, Good Bye!"
I pass on by and say "G'day", to Hippity Hoppity Kangaroo
I greet Giraffe, we share a laugh, and then "How are you??" to the Gnu!
I chat while the Chimps do acrobats, and say "E...llo" to Mr. Elephant...
Poor Tiger's throat is very sore.......well that's a bore!
I offer honey for his grrrrrrrr......he takes a spoonful....and then he roars!!
The Penguins standing on the ice...I gave them boots, and sage advice
(They are rather bashful....but very nice!)
I sing a ditty while Dolphins swim, and "What's up?"...to Wally Whale
To the Zebra, dressed in black and white,...."Good evening, chums...and Nighty Nite!"
It seems bizarre ....to talk to those, who live their lives, behind the bars...
I chat a lot, perhaps it's looney...but it's really only, because they get lonely...
So, if you like to talk a lot....give strolling through the zoo a shot!!
the lush thick Amazon jungle is teeming with life
jaguars are quickly becoming endangered
as is the pink river dolphin and the giant otter
sadly, hunters have taken most of them out
the rivers and streams of the Amazon host millions of species
many of them have not yet been identified by scientists
these animals may not exist any where else in the world.
The Amazon is a unique home for aquatic animals.
the forest canopy resonates with the cries of howler monkeys
answering bird calls come into play in the form of whistles and chirps
was that a zebra finch? It might be, or the whine of insects
The Amazon is an experience you will find nowhere else, ever.
Wild Cherries
A giant snowball in springtime
From twenty yards out the sound and smell
Closer now; breathing her numbing scent
Listening to the drowsy hum
of greedy and jealous bees
forced to share her bounty
with Tiger and Zebra Swallowtails
School will be out soon...
Memorizing every branch within reach
Her limbs are just low enough
for a boy to scramble up quickly
fleeing imaginary monsters
still lurking and prowling below
Taking ignorant and blissful advantage
of this daughter of the wild; his protector
His big sister to run to...
Shiny and slippery black bark
that oozes burgundy sap
which dries in animal shapes
Summer twilight is coming
Bats twittering overhead
chasing nasty mosquitoes
A noise echoing from far off
A door slamming maybe...
Tucked safely away in his favorite pew
(Naughty boy, eating during church!)
sampling her forbidden fruit
sweet and sour...half is seed
Thieving Blue Jays get the most
Screaming and scolding arrogantly
yet flying away unpunished
Grannny will make jelly...
Oh everlasting Father, creator of all things
He knows that heaven is far beyond the grasp
of a feeble and fumbling mortal mind
But when You decide to send Your beloved Son
back to rule the earth for one thousand years
If he is judged worthy to be in that count
May one humble servant say if it's like this
that would be just fine...
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2009
This poem Titled "Wild Cherries" was written by Tim Ryerson on 08/12/2009 Tim was a wonderful poet who could write just about any form that came along... he was a kind soul and wonderful poet who passed away in 2018, gone but not forgotten!
Alan Allston ate an addictive piece of cake.
Bertie bounced his bouncy ball by the bus stop but his brother caught the bouncy ball before the bus came.
Claire, Clara, Chloe and co built a sculpture of Charlie out of snow.
David danced with Dani in a dance club in Derby.
Eliza's enormous elephant squirted water at an eagle.
Frances frantically searched, quite flushed, for Freddie's friendly frog.
General enquiries? Go Google it!
Henry hated hula hoops and Hungry Hippos.
Ingenious Ignatius invented an intelligence of sorts.
Jackie's Jaguar Jasper liked jumping giant fences.
Kind King Knowles knows what's best for his kingdom.
Larry limped lightly after he had a nasty fall.
Mary played Moana in a school production.
Nobody notices November's rain, not since winter has arrived again.
Oops! Oh no! It's happened all over again!
Pedro, Perdy and Poots played bagpipes in the middle of Boots!
Quality Street for quiet times.
Rita raised an eyebrow when she got the rhyme wrong!
Some slimy slugs saw Sid Sidewinder slithering slowly singing silly songs.
To tell you the truth, Tea's just right for me.
The unhappy unicorn kept dry under her umbrella.
Vera the violet vulture was very hungry.
The winds were whistling a wintry tune.
Xena played her xylophone while Xander was having his x-ray.
Yesterday's Yellow is today's Gold.
Zoe's zebra stared at her as she zealously expressed her views on Zoom.
(I don't see a Rondel form category so I am using "rhyme")
My poem is just a happy carousel
that merely wants to take you round and round.
It has no wish to preach or be profound.
So choose your favorite creature; ride a spell!
A zebra, elephant, horse, and gazelle
go up and down in rhythm with sweet sound.
My poem is just a happy carousel,
that merely wants to take you round and round.
This poem is cousin to the villanelle.
In days of yore in France, it was renowned.
With sole intent to pleasure, not confound,
It flows mellifluously, a rondel!
My poem is just a happy carousel.
For Jared Pickett's "The Rondel" contest
A red striped zebra came my way.
I sat him down,
Invited him to stay.
Marvelous red and white stripes,
Given his nose was covered in blue.
How did you come by these glorious stripes?
Sheepishly hanging his head,
"I went to a candy bar one night and ate tons of red jellybeans,
Started a fight!"
"Unfortunately, my nose
Went from black to blue.
The doctor doesn't know what to do."
Sitting back, I began to laugh.
To look at you,
No zoo for you!
"One of a kind,
We could make a mint.
Or two".
"A traveling show.
I'll be the ring master,
You bring the audience laughter."
To this day,
The red striped zebra and I,
Continue to fly.
Look, with what amazing artistry,
God has painted the tiger and the zebra.
In zig zag alignment, in a neat pattern,
Not complex as the design on the hood of a cobra.
How different they are, yet how similar!
No human hand can craft such an art work.
Like streams, their lines glisten in wilderness.
Strangely they are visible even in the dark.
In flaming colors of black and white,
On a zebra, the lines run in a neat stripe.
No two lines are quite the same.
Neither animal, a replica of the other type.
Through different tracks, they roam.
One reminds us of day and night.
The other, of dusk and golden morn.
Both wear coats of fur in stripes so bright.
Their streaks, a lovely script God has penned
These bands of white and black tend,
To tell aloud that opposites can thrive,
And beauty is born where contrasts blend.
When I look in the mirror, the face of a lion I see,
Although I am only a kitten who lives in a house.
I catch myself daydreaming about what I could be,
Running fast and hard at a zebra, instead of a mouse.
I spend my days alone: I primp, I play, I sleep,
Desperately waiting for my owner to arrive.
As the door slowly opens, I’m still in a heap,
Hoping it’s her, back from that dreadful 9 to 5.
She enters the house, and quietly calls my name.
When I hear her voice, I know it’s safe to come out.
As I run to meet her, the routine is the same:
Over the couch, under the table, my usual route.
After dinner is done, and we’ve had our fill,
She sits in her favorite chair and I hop up in her lap.
I purr as she softly pets me, and slowly lose the will
To stay awake as she reads, so I take a short nap.
When she finishes her book, and turns to go to bed,
I realize that the face in the mirror of a lion – a king,
Is just a reflection of who I am inside my head.
Although I am only a kitten, I have all…everything.