Long Zips Poems
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1/3/2012
Shrouded and festooned with quaintness i try to elucidate the trips of mystery,
T’was dark and it was then I realized that the morn and noon was history.
A smooth trip on mother nature’s bounties rolled on neatly into a joint,
It felt all day as me and the bard within went on a trip from reality the shackle disjoint.
Rendezvous point was miles away at the foothills of the zeauoxian Milky Way
Way beyond my mind can comprehend I see myself move fast and dwindle away.
Away, away and far away through starry paths, the galactic colonies and black holes
Yesterday seemed like tomorrow and today like the near future, written on ash scrolls
Tornados, galactial storms, raining meteorite, planets, & stars,miles beyond them travel,
Oh my body is the ship and my mind the deck console for the paths to ravel.
There at a distance I see us approaching Venus,
Hovering above hostile mutant colonies with mammals, moth worms and flora genus,
Earth behind seemed afar & beautiful and I every moment growing creative and ticinus.
Ship trips and galaxial flips,
Tardy nites and the dark nicotine stained finger tips,
Annular eclipse occurring in my mind’s eye as the white light zips,
Rummaging my mindly scripts for notes of melancholy strains as the notes dance on,
Slammed by the downer, my trips are done and for another, on ganjain I count upon.
I was a strong warrior beyond length
In the hands of certainty and strength
Refrain from draining my train of thought
My brain is remaining sane like I have sought...like I have fought...but, insanity zips on by with the stamina it got and left me distraught..
My heart cannot take it anymore…
Everlasting love never came to save me…
From the oblivion of its inner core
Neverending thoughts I think of sinks deeply…
Oh, breathe into me to the extreme
Life is a rather strange, beautiful dream
Always remember you are precious
Always remember you are gracious
I was a strong leader,
But now I am a follower
I am mixed up and confused
While you are upright and amused
Everlasting love never came into my existence
Everlasting love never came into my presence
It never came and my hatred remains the same
I wish my hate I conjured up inside would leave me alone and play some other game…
Tame my extraterrestrial soul of solemn shame
Hoarding this hopeless happiness I feel and I am not to blame…
Everlasting love never came to rescue me eternally
The sky is painted maroon for you and I oh so suddenly
You tell me I am in the wrong
Well, look at yourself in the mirror
Perfection is just a lullaby song
We, as humans, are filled with error
But, I am trying my best to be the best in my standards
I ain't looking at your approval to release my muse birds
I need Your light of might to bring me higher than my bottomless lows
I take out the weeds from my mind's eye and Your brightness glows
Poetry is intertwined in my veins of vivaciousness
It is a pleasure beyond measure that is precious
Hear me out in the dead of night...I am the silence, screaming in your elegant ears
My heart is beating with fright...I have been waiting for Your deliverance for many years
Everlasting love never came into my existence
Everlasting love never came into my presence
It never came...it never came...it never came....
You were only feeling for game...it is a shame...and you are the one to blame and it will remain the same...my hate burns on like a flame and your so-called love is not tame
The big brown spider has three strings of his web strung. He rest 'pon the eve
waiting in the cold crisp autumn air. He is draw up in a tight ball anticipating the sun
to rise above the horizon. A gentle airy breeze zips by cooling the spider to the core
as acorns bounce from tree to roof to ground. Trapped by circumstances of nature
he can not rebuild his web today. Will he go without food with no trap to
catch insects?Web completely gone after heavy wind of the night and early morn.
The wind comesfrom the east with a chill like artic's breath. The brown spider is
drawn up in a ball attached to the ceiling beam of the porch. Will he be able to rebuild?..That will be a story for another day..
oh, your parts that part -
zips, sheets, lips, limbs ... wild and wide ...
dreams enough ... to know.
Written and submitted on September 5, 2019
For the "Sing Me A Senryu" Poetry Contest
Maureen McGreavey, Sponsor.
( My favorite song is called "I Have Dreamed" from the musical "The King and I" by Rogers & Hammerstein - it is very romantic, and about making love ... two star-crossed lovers meet in a moonlit garden, and they sing to each other about how, even though they have never made love, they know how it will feel, simply because they have dreamed about it so much )
Errands are available to run any time you want….confuzzled beyond belief…give us brief relief & relieve us from gripping, glad-less grief…sadness swept over us like a dust storm, spiraling like the fire in my stove-hot soul…blood zips through my veins and it’s giving me more brains to write with my eternal might with tranquility & peace in mind…clustered ruins reduce me to ash and dust…I’m not priceless as dashing cash, but to try my hardest to pass the test – I must! I must bust a move to win the audience’s attention and shake off the body-quaking sensation, leading me to falling victim to torturing tension . . . every move I make….every dollar I spend…every time I waste time…every time you lie to me instead of telling me the truth of the situation you’ve encountered or the stories you share with a fake smile of glee pasted on your moon-shaped face, I always find myself puzzled out of reason and logic! Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! Havin’ no where to write my feelings down, wearing an upside down time two frown! I drown in the tears of my sorrow…no tomorrow…for the meantime, it’s yesterday’s tomorrow…there’s so much treasure to dig up and there’s so much money to borrow still, though you still owe a few fines for an overdue book; however you have tons and tons of loans coming your way (I wanted to make your day the greatest day in your financial life, indulging you with dough and pride!)…read on & pen on, dear child…remain mild, calm, reserved and self-controlled, yet you should still be that wild child I adore with a passion so clever, playful and wild like the wonderful wind, put at ease with wishes without an end! Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! Caught under your wicked spell or a trippy trance … … … … … …I lost my train of thought & I am left to rot.
The early morning sunrise displayed in vibrant pinks and reds
kissing the newly sprouted perennials in garden flower beds
Sparkling the dew drops on the fresh kelly-green grass
As Robins run and jump, searching for morning worms in mass
A bright red cardinal perches atop a paper white birch tree
Proudly Singing his chirping chorus of “cheer me, cheer me”
Chickadees and gold finches perched at feeders eating seed
Happily singing their welcoming Spring chorus for all to heed
A hummingbird appears, as he zips and darts around
In gleaming feathers of emerald with a ruby red crown
The chirping songbird chorus starts to pause and slow
As they joyfully watch the hummingbird’s vibrant show
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
Alleged anthrax-laden alligator arrives in afternoon
Beyond bright baboon baby bestows brilliance
Chaste chimpanzees charge chagrined cheetahs
Doped donkeys deliberate director’s dictate
Elongated eel exasperate enormous elephants
Fruit flies flit and flutter among fruity flowers
Gravely gross gibbons gripe greedily
Hyenas and hippos are hungrily huffing
Igneous information informs iconic islanders
Jubilant jellyfish jealous juxtapositions
Kipling’ s kangaroos kill kindler’s keepsakes
Lively llamas leaping and loving
Many mammals merrily marauding
Nefarious Neverland needing new numbers
Often outsiders oversee overgrown owls
Persnickety porcupines parading in pairs
Quintessential quails quickly quell Quakers
Respite reveals rushing rip-roaring rhinos
Stolen stags slide south showing secrecy
Tiptoe through trails, tricking tigers
Understanding unicorns utilize umbrellas
Very vexing victims verify variety of vixens
Well-meaning walrus whips whippersnapper’s will
‘Xacting ‘Xrays ‘Xplore ‘Xpansive ‘Xports
Yoga yielding yaks yelp at yellow yarn
Zealous zebra zips in zingy zoo.
How does one
Restore a soul
That believes
Suffering her lot
How does one
Bring trust home
To one who knows
The beauty of alone
How does one
Touch the bottom
Of a broken well
Run dry
How does one
Hold the essence
Of unshakable faith
In fleeting presence
LOVE ZIPS THE LINE
With every failure
Each disappointment
The teeth are
Reunited and secured
He invites with peace
She provides the flow
Every morsel used
To bring joy to the whole
Such a huge gap
A long way running
Never getting done
From bottom to top
In an instant
The last one is zipped
The journey is over
Trust, finally clicked
My GOD LOVES me
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-19-2026
It's days like today, I'm weaker than my doubts
They feed on vulnerability and I have my share of bouts
Heavy arms matched with flaccid legs of jello
Voicemail overflowing, it hurts to say hello
The world zips around me, blurred, as I stand fixed
As if the ingredients of my mind, weren't properly mixed
What is normal, define happiness, will I ever feel relief
Questions on repeat, in hopes to leaven my grief
Will I feel this way tomorrow or will it fade with the sun of today
Perhaps a monsoon will come to rescue, washing nasty thoughts to bay
Heavy eyelids blur my vision, worries weigh my body down
A thick, substantial cloud of distress, hovering above my crown
It's days like today, gravity resides around my bed
While the rest of the world sees blue, I see a crimson red