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Premium Member Lost in time

Time seems to go faster, the older you get. 
Your youth takes the hit.
Days go by.
Time won't stand still, no matter how hard I try.
Time has left me behind.
Perhaps a memory, in someone else's mind.
Days go by.
As the sun zips across the sky.
Kissing yesterday good bye.
I'm exactly where I need to be.
I see 
The coming of tomorrow.
My land of no sorrow.
As far as I can see..
I was, maybe, never meant to be.
As the world passes me by. 
I surely do try.
Not to cry. 
As I make my way.
Through each day. 
For me, life is a gift.
A smile gives the heart a lift.
Words in my head, float around
 Silence, the absence of sound.
I refuse to place a knee on the ground. 
I've taken life's best hit. 
Still I refuse to quit.
Take a deep breath. 
What is death.
Writing my rhymes.
Lost in past times.
I can still smile 
No sense of style.
But I live. 
Of my heart I give. 
Lonely.
No one and only. 
I don't mind. 
I find.
Being left behind. 
The more life passes me by. 
The less I cry.

COFFEE MORNING-STARTER

Coffee-Maker – drip drips
As coffee-blenders…zip zips
Brought my morning sippy-cup
For a quick zip from your caftan mug.

I don’t need a lot
Just a snippy-zippy  single shot
To start the day and awaken my mind,
Speed my pace - fall not behind.
There’s much to accomplish and much to do
Just takes a minute to heap a brew!

Of all rounded beans, coffee beans are the best
Add some chai for a zest
Sipping a sip from my sippy-cup
My slumbering eyes do wake up!

Oozing comfort warms my throat
Warms my soul like a coat
A Rush of kinetic energy electrify
Procrastination and sluggishness desensitize
A sudden burst to run a race
Productivity produces a rhythmic pace

Word-clutters arise like the morning sun
Time for work…Time for fun!
Coffee certainly is a legal drug!
I’m all wired-up - though unplugged -
From one little zippy drip 
Of a coffee sip
From the  grinded drug 
Poured into my sipping-mug…?•

Premium Member Inspired by Kobayashi Issa

seed begs a flower
to grow to blossom to die
seed coat zips open

magpie dawn chorus
caroles to folks a warning
chac-check-kak get back

leafy seadragon
adorned with saddles of kelp
fish not horse of course


Premium Member A Sweet Hummingbird

A light warm breeze tickles my nose
with sweet perfumes of a freshly bloomed rose
A hummingbird zips by and feeds from blooms
Another one joins as they zip and zoom
Embracing the moment, not feeling gloom
A sweet hummingbird joins along embracing
(Excerpt from " A relaxing Moment with Nature" Written and posted 2/19/26)

Water Bug Skates

Water bug skates on
the glass surface of the pool.
Silent, he zips by.

Premium Member Naming my Painting

pink haired girl with the glitzy blue eyes
she zips through the jungle as the glow flies
I know her heart, she is good and wise
Drew her myself, she wears no disguise

I have not named her yet, it’s coming to me
She has a trim waist, pigtails too, I see
A jungle jane, she is full of humility
Placed her into a world of green fantasy

I shall call her Murial, it suits her fine
Enjoyed drawing her up with many a curvy line
Her legs show her flexibility;, she is not one to whine
I enjoy her company on the wall as I sip and dine


Premium Member A Relaxing Moment with Nature

" We can learn lessons from nature." by poet

I feel the need to relax today
As I sit outside on this sunny day
I try to let all my stress slip away
I can feel the sunny rays warm my soul
As my worries gently slide off and roll

I am no longer worried about things
As a butterfly flutters its wings
and watch it dip in blooms and out it springs
A bee joins with pollen laden legs
The butterfly gently protects its eggs

A light warm breeze tickles my nose
with sweet perfumes of a freshly bloomed rose
A hummingbird zips by and feeds from blooms
Another one joins as they zip and zoom
Embracing the moment, not feeling gloom

A tufted titmouse flies past my chair
And lands at the feeders, singing with flair
He feeds and sings without any care
A moment in nature is all I need
To enjoy life at a much calmer speed

ZIPPING THE LINE

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

Premium Member We are All Connected

I have always felt that we are all connected
not just us humans, but animals, rocks, trees, flowers,
I have a keen sense of being a butterfly and an owl in other lifetimes
Dead is not dead to me, in my mind, it is merely a transition
Death might actually feel more like life than our life does

the woods give me a sense of the fey, which I believe in wholeheartedly
My spirit guides are wolf, deer, turtle, racoon, fox, and snake
They each bring unique personality traits to my forefront
I am a meditator, I have seen glimpses of energy that darts and zips
Clairaudient and clairsentient, I hear and smell spirit

Premium Member Mosquito Tries to Get Me

mosquito tries to get me
he divebombs my ear
is he a kamikaze pilot?
I try to kill him but miss
He zips down to my shirt
I hit my hands together and clap
confident I got him that time
I didn’t
How strange that I cannot cream this little sucker

Premium Member Meditation for Me

I decided to try meditation
after a failure of medication
started with a flame on small candle white
lulled into quiet sense that all was right

curtains flying now, wind is inside with me
in zaps and zips, I feel wild electricity
there’s more energy I am refreshed now
meditation is a magnificent kick, a real wow!

Premium Member WILE E COYOTE Cartoon Character Clerihew Poetry Contest

WILE E. COYOTE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
With ACME’s ludicrous gadgets galore, in the desert Wile E. Coyote plots
Builds rockets and traps that his nemesis, the Roadrunner, inevitably spots.
*“Beep! Beep!” Road Runner zips past with a dare, and with a tumble and crash
Wile onto the desert does splat; undaunted, he sends ACME more cash.

Poem written for and submitted to Cartoon Characters Clerihew Poetry Contest, Tania Kitchen, sponsor, August 11, 2025

*Note:“Beep! Beep!” This onomatopoeia is commonly associated with the Road Runner in Looney Tunes cartoons featuring the speedy-yet-flightless bird and his constant pursuer, Wile E. Coyote.
(Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beep,_beep_(sound))

Premium Member my ears are keener than dog ears

sitting on my dogs’ porch, their own domain
enjoying the sun that is kissing my right arm
brand new chain link keeps us hostage, away from delivery men
large annoying bumblebee zips in to say hello
she sounds like a buzz saw
no indication that either of my dogs heard the bee
I usually say I have dog ears since I hear more than most
apparently, my ears are keener than dog ears

Sipping Tea at a Brothel

He pays.
He leaves.

And she bleeds quietly.



Some come for release,

others for control.

Some come to forget.

Some to remember.

Some to be punished.

Some just come because it’s cheap.



It's sin.

It’s not sin.

It’s survival.

It’s escape.

It’s addiction.

It’s barter.

It's bargain.

It's need.

It’s ritual.



Here, bodies are commodities.

Sold by the hour.

Measured by the weight, age and colour of the skin,

freshness of smile,

limpness of resistance.



It is commercialisation of desire

wrapped in lace,

sold in whispers,

shared in commissions, 

paid in bribes,

cashed in tips.



She lets strangers 

from the corridor of silence 

enter in the dark...

Screeching beds, 

sweat,

blood and tears - at times

between pain, pleasure and numbness... 

He comes. He goes.

But the scent lingers around like emptiness. 

The curtain falls, when the last man zips,

And I lay my teacup after that last sip...

Premium Member Abcedarian Poem Because it is Great Practice for Me

aristocratic antelope alarms and annoys
blue-eyed baboon’s billy goat buster
causing confusion, consternation and crying
distressing and disturbing deliberate donkey
egg-producing egret elevates enthusiasm
forever frolicking in farmer fred’s pastures
giddy goats gallop in garnished with garlands
happy horse henry hypnotizes henrietta’s hens
intense iguana ignores idiocy of inmates
jackals justify jack rabbits jelly-like jeers
kangaroo keenly kicks off kingly kibitz
luxurious llamas lollygag in the lounge
mischievous monkeys march among marshes
nervous newts nibble on nutty Nutella
obnoxious oxen opts out of outrageous opportunities
preening peacock praises his pompous president
quivering quail questions quaking quasar
rustic rooster ruffles robin’s restlessness
sassy songbirds swizzle and sway toward sand beach
talkative turtle trains tarantula to twist and turn
understudy Ulysses utilizes universal unitedness
validating vocabulary of vicious vultures
wandering weasel wants to find his wishes
‘xacting ‘xtra ‘xhibitions ‘xperiment on eagle’s nest
yellow yak yawns next to yipping young wolf dog
zealous zebra zips into view of aristocratic antelope

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