The hot savannah in late September
Too far back to quite remember
Born in plains surrounded by the sands
An oasis of the treeless woodlands
To be uniquely chic I always tried
Yet it never showed on my solid hide
One day hiding from cheetahs in tall grass
With my stubborn cousin, (he’s an ass)
I noticed our complete lack of camouflage
And sparked an idea fleeing their barrage
We zig-zagged an escape from jaws and paws
And set to work on my mono-color flaws
Happily braying proud a-ha’s from my pipes
I trotted around showing off new painted stripes
Blending in reeds better than a horse
Looking suave and stylish too, of course
Jealous mammals barely keep control
When I strut my stuff at the watering hole
Drooling and licking lips in envy
Carnivores can’t keep their eyes off me
So to boring old coats, hasta la vista
Now I’m a savvy equine fashionista
Savannah’s newly striped and charming Libra
Hey lion’s and hyena’s, you can call me Zebra
*Wink*
*Sassy mane toss*
…..*RUUUN!
Categories:
zig zagged, animal, humorous,
Form: Couplet
A musk ox was beloved.
Until it busted out of its bird cage.
Shape shifted into the wind...
Open tundra (harsh as it is)
never tasted so good...
but right on cue the wolves moveD on in.
This musk ox wasn't like the rest.
It refused to retreat into a circle.
It zig zagged, would turn on a dime
Gleefully faced the fascists head on.
Much to their chagrin- their blood ran red.
This musk ox never kills, it only maims.
In the name of truth.
The brains of the pack became its eternal playground.
This musk ox never rests.
It's an animal of wisdom and calm.
Marbled with outbursts of playfulness.
It runs on electricity and a pinch of God's barbiturates.
Categories:
zig zagged, anti bullying, firework, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Folded as neatly as any origami piece
I fashioned my saber-jet flight ready
And aimed it at my third-grade squeeze
When the teacher said, “Milton, please!”
Unfortunately, missing my target, darn,
It zig-zagged far to the left, then steady
Flew right into the window aquarium
When the teacher said, “Milton, please!”
Retrieving my water-saturated missile
Which was dripping fuel onto the floor
I was petrified by my apparent disgrace
When the teacher said, “Milton, please!”
Creeping back to my seat in disgrace
While expecting, as a result, the worst
In my effort my sweetheart to appease
When the teacher said, “Milton, please!”
Written August 14, 2022
[based on a true experience]
Submitted to "Paper Airplanes" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
Categories:
zig zagged, boy, fate, flying, giggle,
Form: Free verse
Under the hedges the ground was still like a frozen brick,
Cracks zig zagged over the surface leaving gaps,
Where old Jacomus in his wild dance,
Would whirl and freeze as if in a trance,
Robins and Thrushes vainly search for grains and grubs,
Along with the scampering long tailed mouse,
His whiskers a twitching sensing out a louse,
Badgers warm and snug in their deep setts,
Foxes scream and call in the forest deep,
Pheasants shuffle in gamekeepers keep.
A rattle in bleak blangk twigs and branches,
A lady in white on her unicorn prances,
Breathing warm air from between ruby red lips,
Softening the earth making it fertile again,
Where plants and bushes will start to awaken,
The joy of rebirth and beginings anew once more.
Categories:
zig zagged, adventure, celebration, environment, fairy,
Form: Free verse
Cousin of the daisy, and born on summer's breeze,
It becomes a bright seedling of pale, green leaves.
In sunshine, it grows, as its edges become jagged,
Like a shooting star whose course goes zig-zagged!
Maturity brings longer leaves that spread around,
And milky roots that sink deeply into the ground.
When by some mystery calendar, at uncertain hour,
A lovely, yellow bloom captures you in its power!
The flower at last becomes a small, brown fruit,
For another generation is in summertime pursuit;
And the pappus disperses new seeds to the breeze,
To grow in foreign meadows and sunlit valleys!
Categories:
zig zagged, beauty, flower, green, growth,
Form: Rhyme
The jagged edges
of her brokenness
fit the zig-zagged
lines of all the times
I fell and was
made whole again
My puzzle's
missing piece
Picture perfect
iodine on a scraped
knee, a sensation
captured by a gentle
breeze, sometimes
love is nothing
more than pain
being replaced
by a beautiful scar;
if you trace the
lines across
porcelain faces
do the cracks
in the facade
feel fantastical
or real?
Hard to believe
her jagged edges
and my zig-zagged
lines could from
such a beautiful
rendition of all the things
I was missing
Categories:
zig zagged, allusion, art, beauty,
Form: Free verse
Life
sails through
the blind turns
zig-zagged all-through;
Surprises surfaced -
Dimensions of truth changed
Mind's vision got clearer
with the cataracts of eyes
Let the inner light guide you through
this abyssal depth of life's ocean
Let wisdom accompany the voyage...
Categories:
zig zagged, journey, life,
Form: Etheree
It was 4:04, late in the afternoon,
My mom shouted, honey please come in soon.
There was supposedly a storm nearby that was pretty heavy,
Little did I know that it was just beyond that brand new Chevy.
Before I knew it, the storm hit the Jones’s home,
The storm was just starting its long and deadly roam.
The kite’s zig zag pattern resembled the lightning in the sky,
When it was suddenly struck down I just had to wonder why.
As I looked at the remains of a once beautifully crafted kite,
I felt the ruined gift given to me by my cancer-struck grandmother, Jane Louise Wright.
I thanked God in that instant that the lightning didn’t strike me flat,
Throughout the darkened town, raindrops fell with a splat.
Later the next day I kneeled by the 46 year old barn,
Then buried the remains along with the yarn.
Thank you to Carol Brown for starting my journey off with such positive words.
Categories:
zig zagged, childhood, loss, natural disasters,
Form: Rhyme
Scrimmage upended linemen
Super bowl Sunday
The crowd roared, foot ball sailed high.
Receiver zig-zagged down field,
Ball spun overhead,
Runner snatched in air— touch down!
Categories:
zig zagged, sports
Form: Haiku
Phase One
By Nathan Hannen
Half of my soul arranged in psychedelic patterns
Remaining, I don't know what it is that will happen
Concrete expectancy rate, A silhouette of void shades
The green queen, Or the one legged ace of spades
The acorn leaf, Devoid of respiratory functions
Arriving at multi exitable crossroads, With eternal junctions
A preparation of rumbling acidic downpours in vain
Around the corner, Zig-zagged in purple flame
A road continues through a three dimensional lane
Amicably, Enemies melting to death in the toxic rain
The End.
Categories:
zig zagged, fantasy
Form: I do not know?
DOUBLE HAIKU
iguanas, shells, stars
sipping dust multiplied thrice
earth shapes zig-zagged clay
chameleon grains
silver buckets dot dash dot
sandcastles baptize!
(( for S*K*A*T's sand castles contest))
Categories:
zig zagged, mystery, nature
Form: Haiku
The lightning zig- zagged across the wheat belt
A storm was beginning to brew
Thunder rolled in the distance
Like the beating roll of a drum
The clouds became an ever deepening gray
Once light and fluffy, now have turned dark
Dark as the lumps of coal
Clouds now heavily laden with moisture
The rain begins to calmly fall to earth
Suddenly a boom and the heaven's break loose
The rain pelts, the wind pushes and bends
Soaking all within it's path
It's awesome power uncontrolled
The landscape is soaked in minutes
Pools of water become instant lakes
The air becomes cool and fresh
The moisture feeds the prairie land
As the thunder ceases and flashes disappear
The storm quickly moves on.
Categories:
zig zagged, naturerain, rain, storm,
Form: Free verse
God Bless America
Our 4th of July started
With fireworks all around
Lightening streaked, zig zagged and zoomed
While thunder created, the necessary boom
And as a good measure
God sent a torrent of rain
To put off or put out
Fires to save our plains
So on go my mud boots and out the door I go
I'm on my way to church
But when I hit that mud hole
I thought God had left me in the lurch
I tried to pull forward
But all it would do was spin
So I put it in reverse
And gave her the gas again
It took a bit of urging
Finally it gave a jerk
When I had backed up far enough
I took it from reverse
Then I drove forward
Careful, but hopefully in control
I held my breath as through the drive
And down the lane I rolled
When I got to church
Father met me with a smile
I shook his hand and said
"I made it Father, though it took a while"
When Father Fox started Mass
The first words he did say
"Well folks it looks like
We've already had our fireworks today"
Cile Beer
July 4, 2010
Categories:
zig zagged, life, natureme,
Form: Rhyme