Zip Code Poems | Examples

They Say

They say who lives, or dies
and what is the truth or lies.
That is what you voted for
they say, so don’t be sore
when, one day, you can’t drink beer
and you’re in jail for being dear
all your friends are scared to speak
because, they say, you are a freak.
And all you did was post on X
not even something, sordid, sex
but you just disagreed with them
they say, and now condemn
you as right-wing
whichever way you swing
for they don’t care or hear.
They say they know just who you are;
they tell that by your car,
what you eat, your zip code;
the car that’s just been towed.
You will do time for what you say
for free speech only goes one way
and you said something they don’t like
You dirty, grubby little tyke.

Zip Code Hooray

Wearing a snapback on the highway,
cherry-stained lips from a sno-cone.
I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray’.

I have been waiting to leave all day.
It’s finally time and my mind is blown,
wearing a snapback on the highway.

Cannot work this hard and not play,
carrying a bag and a palm stone.
I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray.’

Oh the thrill of being a runaway,
leading that group or at it alone. 
Wearing a snapback on the highway.

Zero knowledge of where to stay,
I’m chasing a cabin and cobblestone.
I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray.’

Four tires on fire the world drifts away
as nature swallows my entire phone.
Wearing a snapback on the highway,
I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray.’

System Overload Rondine Back To The Future Tribute

Woahhh.. rock and roll. Definitely.
The system may just overload. 
A lead foot going down the road. 
Soft, a bit smooth? Not remotely. 
That sound broke apart inside me,
hearing the guitar my pulse slowed. 
Woahhh.. rock and roll. 
Man that vibrates, this is heavy. 
Music defined by that zip code,
with every lyric  those roots showed. 
It can  take you back easily,
woahhh.. rock and roll.

Z

You can start at zero, work your way up to a zillion,
Counting all the reasons Z’s the best that you can get.
Some say it is zilch although I think it’s the zenith
Even though it’s always last in the alphabet.

You can zoom right through the zone, head to Zion or stay home.
You can zig or you can zag so it’s easy to see.
Z’s the best and if you ask, even zombies will attest
There is nothing better than the zippy letter Z.

You can meditate to Zen, plant some zinnias, play the zither,
Wear a zoot suit in your zip code, even read a book on Zeus.
Meet a man named Zechariah, fly a zeppelin, eat zucchini.
You can even read your Zodiac and wonder if it’s true.

It’s got zip, it’s got zing
It’s a zany little thing.
It’s got zest, it’s the best
Really makes me want to sing.
It’s got zeal, it’s unreal
All the things that it can do.
You see, Z’s my favorite letter,
There is nothing better,
And if you don’t believe me
Ask the zebras at the zoo.

Unsent Letters

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I find myself
with just myself reflecting
on undelivered letters of winters past--
the most bitter front glazing evenings
where a fireplace becomes a chilled shelter
of sharp, dazed musings 
as I travel within time's slow compass.
Two quarter moons ago...you left hurriedly crashed by a wheeler,
And my soul burned in the
 ragged kiln of night...without
 a lint of words between us,
I crawled under spikes of despicaple darkness:

My taut pen scratched paper on
  paper--- speaking to you among 
  tangles of weeds, a wailing through
  love-filled notes kneading pain and longing;
Envelopes devoid of a zip code, of 
stamps,  rimmed by spider webs.
Tell me now , can I bear the weight pinned
by handwritten drafts inhabiting our room?

Your wool jacket dangles tonight 
on a hook accumulating debris and stale mint,
while spring floods our garden with radiant foliage--
Papyrus of my ardorous thoughts lay on
deserted tables, 
and I'm orphaned...alone by myself.

Zip Code Pi

Zip-Code Pi
(The Sweet Flesh of Temptation)
David J Walker

Zip-code Pi 
Is where I will 
receive my mail

Mark it eternal 
Where the white-gowned crowd
With pipe cleaner halos 

Cleanse and censor every lens 
And line to erase
Any reference to God’s mistake

Making our bodies so holy that
Not even we should touch them

I will swim in the firmaments frost
Where the Host collects our thoughts
At the cost of no uncertain discerning’s 
before entering His temples

I remember the sweet downfall of 
The dimples that presented to me 

My first apple
	And I did eat

The sweet flesh of temptation

I'M An Other

I’m an “Other”
By George W. Clever-------10 November 2015

I’m an “other” how about you
Are you an “other” too?
Our Congressman asked for my opinion on his officious form
Questions about federal budgets, deficits and ****
What did I think about ISIS and fair taxes?
Would I choose gun control, baby killings or free college classes?
				
It would only take fifteen minutes he promised 
To complete the survey so he could keep Congress honest.
Filling each and every circle 
Until my pencil gripping fingers turned shades of purple. 
Support a cut in Medicaid? 
No more Senior raises in boxes soon they’ll be laid?

Give illegals the right to vote?
Make marijuana a legal tote?
English language must be spoken?
Attacks on Christians are not a joke?
Health care for all? 
And who will pay?
				
At last the political questions were at end
Just fill out the last questions about me and send
Address zip code and age were easy
The next question made me queasy
Could not ask my deceased Father or Mother
White- Black- Hispanic- Asian or Other?

No American Indian I suppose

Damascus

VIDEO: LovejoyB: BALLOON
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fduyWFQ-JXg







"DAMASCUS"



There is no collaboration in War
Poison winds and bullets
The fallout from a silent bomb that arrives out of nowhere
Lives left dead and damaged in the rubble
Line's drawn
Zip code
Zip locked
A Child's Tears
A Mother's Face
A blood running river silent scream
An absent State of Grace
A pointed loaded gun
Homeless nowhere to run 
The enemy could be close
those you know
havoc reeking destruction
A pointed loaded gun

Another's War
Damascus

(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Feb)


1. 
https://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/latest-news/605359/syria-nuclear-world-war-3-bible-prophecy-damascus-armageddon-donald-trump-vladimir-putin

2.
https://www.hrw.org/news/2018/01/11/syria-children-under-attack-damascus-enclave

3.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2018/02/20/children-among-dead-71-killed-assad-regime-bombardment-eastern/

4.
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah+17

5.
https://www.youtube.com./watch?v=fduyWFQ-JXg

The Met

I’m walking distance to the Met*
So when I’ve time to spare,
I take a stroll and see whatever
Might be showing there.

Of course, I check out new displays
But I will not depart
Before I pay a visit to
My favorite rooms of art.

I’ve seen them all a hundred times
But always they surprise,
Providing such a rare a wondrous
Banquet for my eyes.

My zip code has no ocean views;
No mountain vistas lurk.
Proximity to masterpieces, though,
Is quite a perk.

*Metropolitan Museum of Art

Zip Code

Zip Code
Contaminated water
For a few more dollars
Immoral power

Zip Code
Red Zone
No loans
Where are the politicians with a backbone?

Zip Code
Confrontation
Discrimination
Forced incrimination

Zip Code
Dirty streets
Vociferous beats
Too shallow to be deep

Zip Code
Higher prices
Thinner slices
This is a major crisis

Zip Code
High unemployment
Super high rent
What! It’s just a misprint?

Zip Code
Clean streets
Cushioned seats
But they're only for the elite

Zip Code
There’s no injustice
They’re reading books by Augustus
And there’s no need for buses

Zip Code
Prime steaks
Juicy grapes
And clear lakes

Zip code
Well lit stores
Carpeted floors
And Bellhops opening doors

Zip Code
For the poor
Zip Code 
For the rich

Separation is designed to stir up contention
Aint that ah.....

To Be Continued

Tonight's episode...  
When rumor meets reality, 
what truth shall shake loose 
as your body surrenders
 to temptation rising? 
Resolved to perform
 interrogations and coercions
 that land on agreeable moments. 
Snapping like orchestrated jazz 
and toe taps. 
Your body produces a rhythm
 that vibrates a zip code 
so imagine how it feels next to you. 
You bring out Q and Ray in me.
 I'll be as good or as bad 
as you need me to be.  
Resist if you must, but don't deny
 the third yes.
 Surpass glass ceiling type heights, 
I insist on it. 
Make angels pay attention 
as I keep you uplifted.  
Proclamations of emancipated thrills, 
yield to a hero's will, and I'll save you. 
I promise I will. If not this time, 
then next episode, somehow, 
someway, even if it takes bubblegum, 
paperclips, and a shoe string
 I got you.

Open Road

Racing down the highway, enjoying the open road
 Off on another road trip to another zip code
 A stop for gas when needed
 Dashing off again, unimpeded

 Traveling through sunshine and rain
 Right turns then left again
 In and out of traffic in my jeep
 Passing other cars  until  my destination is reached

Pomposity

The Perfect life, a wife half his age
Their house grand, with a zip code to match
No hawkers, appointments only

The library full of Shakespeare
Never opened, for it’s the show that counts

Dinner Parties, A new painting
Purchased, because we can,
A favourite phrase for American wealth,

Pompous talk of Wine and Poetry
Vinegar, and Plagiarism their only worth,
Still the new boob job to admire

The children, off to England, Trophy kids,
Breast fed by American Express.
The Debutants Ball awaits them
And a hoorah Henry wedding their destiny

Church on Sunday
New money at the front
The old money sitting in the private pew
God for sale,
And the greenback will mop the saint’s brow

Even in death a grand memorial
But decay gives no privilege
Let’s hope the pearly gates are the right colour
And god has the right zip code
For pomposity, might just send them to the wrong house.

My Cat

Just an old stray cat,
I found at the post office,
I call him zip code

Love Zip Code

Love’s Zip Code
By Rick Rucker

Do you wonder what Love is worth?
For me, more than anything on Earth,

It will make your heart fly 'round,
Though your feet be on the ground.

Once you find your Love so true,
You will always want it inside you.

When I tell some how it makes me feel,
They have a lack they can’t conceal.

If you’ve never felt that pain,
That knocks you down, to rise again,

Then you might think you live,
But ‘til to another your heart you give,

You don’t even have a clue,
Of how the sky can be so blue.

The birds will sing a lighter tune,
You can almost touch the Moon.

Suddenly, there will be less gravity,
Your chest won’t be just a cavity,

Your heart will fill to capacity,
Then you will know, with veracity,

That it is worth the lonely quest,
To separate from all the rest,

The One that sets your brain on fire,
Filling you with sweet desire,

That Love is the state in which to live,
Though its zip code you can’t give!

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