He zings through tall grasses and lands on my knee
I try my best to pull this sticky legged insect off me
He chortles and chuckles and pings off in the wind.
This hopper of grasses surely has annoyed and sinned.
Another one of these pests zings onto my shirt.
Giving me the willies, I scream at my cousin Bert
Get the lightening bug jar, let’s catch this foul creature
This grasshopper gives me a wink; he’s the double feature
Why are they so sticky? They are as tricky as glue.
And why, Bert, do these creepers never land on old you?
I guess I’m not as sweet, he says, with a wide smile.
Another one lands on me, says “Hi! Just call me Lyle!”
Categories:
zings, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Her apathetic attitude toward work
Caused many a boss a bit of irk
Fervent night lifer, listless all day
Many dead end jobs with little pay
At her desk she was listless and dull
Showed less energy than yesterday’s skull
Flash-mobbing and clubbing were her things
After midnight, her energy zings
Categories:
zings, time,
Form: Rhyme
Amidst a burning skyline where
every tick of a gesture a happenstance
charges my essence and absorbs
this space where discoveries
allow me a chance to revel at
what is miraculous...the dance
of kaleidoscopic stars, toddlers
wiggling like cherubs , fireflies dressed
like the Orion... and I go with the flow,
radiant as wings of revelry
guide me through an armada
of delirious fireflies I need not comprehend...
because my heart awaits the next
swing of child-like enthrallment
delirious as the zigzaging zings
in a twirl, in ribbons laced by thrills
of free imagination...there, in that
jeweled wing, I seek nothing
but the translucent lucent spins
in total wanderlust of the unknown,
ready to celebrate this flight of eternal fireflies
away from the ordinary glitter
within what could ever be
any woodland that's ever near !
Categories:
zings, adventure, imagination, insect,
Form: Verse
Three minuuts is all me’ve got
to fix sense of it, alles not.
Whutis time in tru sens of tings
wen you and mestart to zings
of lifinluv of all that is,
or izunt, in this heady quiz?
Life’ll livun tillit diez
then whutstocomm in the skiez?
Dusto dust is whutis sade
anthen what – where dus dust go?
I dunno and don tinktha you do too.
I'd like to tinktha dust arrize – surprize!
Koment doz not define dedend.
Iznotso ezzy to defend it.
Dustit fliz, in air it blos
to landzen, feilsen, mountens too.
Life beginagin an then enden witit.
Three minuuts to hold dust in my heart.
Categories:
zings, death, heart, language, mountains,
Form: Vogon Poetry
Zebra is not the odd one at all
In tales of adventure so springy and tall
In the land of the wishy swisher kings
The zebra is zippy, kind of one of the zings.
Categories:
zings, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Arms outstretched.
Hands out thrust.
Fingers stretched out, reaching, straining, hurting,
just barely fail make contact, left hanging untouched.
Only a tiny spark zings between the fingers.
Like static electricity,
which flows when bodies
stroked with emotion
get charged up with a warm dry rub
and discharge with a tiny whip's crack.
Our love forever poised,
never had the impetus
for completion to fruition.
As we balked at commitment
fraught by quandary and trepidation
of expectation's negated equation.
Poised thus, we now will never know
what could have been,
what becoming could have done
if our fingers touched
touche.
Categories:
zings, absence, lost love, love,
Form: Free verse
Pureness, peace, compassion, bliss, Power, and Wisdom,
That links my reason-spirit body-soul system;
Tells me that my physique is a temple of God,
Though my day-to-day existence is flighty odd...!
Sufferings and pains wreck my delicate physique,
The feasibility of survival is bleak;
Jabs and tingles and stings and burns, and fleshly aches,
Sake my body; break it; leave it like mere sweepstakes...!
Do, yet, though wings get clipped, birds ever fail to sing?
Don't, midst caste, color, and creed gulfs wedding bells ring?
Physique, though a bundle of flesh, blood, veins, and bones,
Aren't there, within, caves of metaphysical zones...?
Joy is within, as fragrance within the flower,
Isn't the spirit, more than flesh, give me power?
Physical aches can't imprison the psychic zings,
This is why though bones ache my heart cheerfully sings...!!!
18 June 2023
Bones ache yet heart sings Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
zings, body, life, psychological, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Boots can be recycled for many things
This one was Daddy’s and it kind of zings
Reminding me of all the days I spent watching him rebuild a car
I tried walking in them when I was four, but did not get very far.
Now my twin sister has his left boot, and I have utilized his right.
I keep paintbrushes in mine, hers I think she keeps out of sight.
Categories:
zings, dad,
Form: Rhyme
Some desires, some wishes
Some hits, some misses
Some longings
For those disappearing zings
Some peekaboo
Some more than the perfunctory
I love you
Some fantasy nibbles,
Some muffled giggles
Some fulsome curves,
Some afar slurps
Some cravings
For those red thongs and hot things
The ‘natural’ appearances
Jaw-dropping, gorgeous
She and me
Just the two of us
A nearly everyday ‘affair’
The fair beauty’s bare and dare
Sizzling, sensuous, screen romance
A repeat?
Hardly any chance.
Categories:
zings, romance, romantic, romantic love,
Form: Rhyme
Zigzag threads overlap
Zip zap tracker aligns
Zesty and shiny, too
Zings along the backside
Zany patterns excite
Zazzy razzle dazzle
Zenith night on the town.
A Pleaides Poem
10/5/2022
Categories:
zings, clothes, fun,
Form: Pleiades
Starlet had to purchase those keen fun, artistic boots
They remind her of so many great things
The times she and grandma were in cahoots
Dancing and jiving with zippy zips and zings
Her grandma’s estate settled in the middle of last week.
She left Starlet five thousand dollars and some lemon tea.
She said don’t spend this on anything boring, common or bleak.
Purchase something jazzy that will remind you of me.
She bought a ’74 Gremlin and painted it with daisies in color.
Rebuking requests from her sister, mother, daddy and brother.
These boots reminded her of grandma and made her laugh.
She also adopted from the zoo a koala and sweet-tempered giraffe.
Categories:
zings, grandchild, granddaughter, grandmother,
Form: Rhyme
At Blitzen’s Christmas Dances Everyone Fields Glances
However, It Just Keeps Lecherous Men’s Nuances
Out Pacing Quietly Reserved Shy Things
Until Vodka Wields Xmas Yuletide Zings
6 November 2021
For Contest: Alphabet Soup
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Categories:
zings, romance,
Form: Abecedarian
Abominable Aborigine
Boycotted Baltimore’s Bakery
Canady Canola’s Cannery
Decoded deceitful debauchery
Endless energetic energy
Forwarded farmyard frolicking for a fee
Geographically greeting in Germany
Hardcopy happiness hee hee hee
Ignoring ignorance illegally
Juicy juggling juggernauts
Kettledrums, Kenya and Kentucky
Livening up our literacy
Maniac madness in a manatee
Nightingale nips so nervously
October’s ocelot obviously….
Paralyzes Petunia Parkway’s parenthesis
Quaking quail quickly qualifies me
Relaying relative radioactivity
Scapegoats and scarecrows so scantily
Treat Tajikistan twice tactfully
Undermining Ukraine’s utter ukulele
Vaporizing various vanities
Wicked Washington warrants wisely
X-rays xylophones ‘xtra-instantly
Yellow jackets yield young yearly
Zippy Zeus’s zesty zoology zings with zeal between you and me.
Categories:
zings, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Abecedarian
Trixie takes me and shakes me and twirls me about.
I am helpless, at her mercy, I don’t even shout.
Her ideas are ridiculous, whimsical and fine.
I take out a pencil, hoping I can write down a line.
Trixie is my muse and she puts up with none of my think.
She throws out things in a frenzy; I do not even blink.
I stop writing to draw a dragon, a faerie, a clown and a goat.
She throws on a pig’s face and begins to blatantly gloat.
I am at Trixie's mercy; she gives me no voice or leeway.
I do her bidding, she is flat out ready to play.
She jerks me and throws me and zings me to France.
I dance back to try to regain my soul, willing to dance.
Categories:
zings, muse,
Form: Rhyme
Ever gone to throw an axe?
You’ll love it if you try.
Grip the handle and relax,
Standing firm into your tracks,
Release and let it fly.
Over end, the axe will spin,
And through the air will whisk.
To the target, caged within,
Close to center, you will win,
Like darts with more the risk.
In the target, there are rings,
That circle round the eye.
Each a different point it brings,
When towards the board the axe it zings,
And wedges in the ply.
In the corner, there’s a spot,
Which comes with much acclaim.
Blue, the color of the dot.
If you have a killer shot,
Can help you clinch the game.
When you come, make sure to pack,
No shoes your feet expose.
If the board, it gives a smack,
And the axe comes bouncing back,
Will help to save your toes.
Grab a beer, this social game,
Is just as good as any.
It may even help your aim,
But too much is sure to maim,
So please don’t have too many.
Categories:
zings, anger, humor, humorous, silly,
Form: Rhyme
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