She say she wants to go home with me tonight as we sit by the bus park,
but I tell her we can make home right here in this moments,
haven't you heard heavens rumours that the god of love escaped,
maybe the rumours are true cause you are with him at the moment,
gods create let me create love like no other for both of us in this moment,
you realize I cannot stop staring at you heavy chest,
because am already in the world of fantasy you squeezing me with those beautiful breasts of yours
till I ran out of breathe,
don't worry you won't kill me am already dead cause I died the moment I saw you
so am as well zombified in the moment,
let me handle you with care cause that what happens in home,
and I would do a perfect job of taking you home as you wanted
Categories:
zombified, age, art, beauty, creation,
Form: Spoken Word
Why, in a haunted house, do we scream?
We know that the monsters are mechanized.
We know that the bumps are all oversized.
We know things are not what they seem.
Why, in that haunted house, do we chuckle?
We’re bombarded with bright lights, loud screams,
thumps and bumps; we imagine extremes
but know it’s all fake as we grip the belt buckle.
Why, in our own home, when we hear creaking,
don’t we cry or guffaw, but instead
we tiptoe, gasp and believe the undead
and the zombified trespasser come softly sneaking.
Why, when the horror and terror aren’t real,
Do we shriek with delight, while thrilled to the bone?
Why, when we know that we’re really alone,
Are panic and dread the emotions we feel?
Categories:
zombified, fear,
Form: Rhyme
"Who Am I"
Voices in my head the unheard of
They mimic, they pester, they lie
All to just torture my mind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
I question I can no longer answer
They've erased Me, Myself and I
Changed into the hopeless, heartless, unkind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Someone now just a faint memory
Lost somewhere forever but did I die
Did I turn tail with yellow spine
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
From the torture cocoon to robotic host
Manipulated, Influenced, Punished but why?
They see through my eyes while I'm blind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Definitely not this important of a man
Given mental beatings if I try...to defy...
The skin of their evil, zombified defined
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Twenty-four hours every single day
Twenty-four hours every single night
Twenty-four hours of a continual tortured mind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Because I do not even exist anymore
bmdavey@ 09/09/24
Categories:
zombified, abuse, dark, deep, evil,
Form: Free verse
Hair is meant to grow long and unruly
Who am I to interfere with nature’s treaty with time?
A king’s crown a tangled mess,
so fashion forward of I to sport
the look of a fishing net
Yet I still prefer function, you see
I have salmon-like thoughts, those
zombified fiends stubbornly swim upstream
Keep coasting, keep coasting
Solutions are rarely abundant
However I have heard that
water makes an excellent solvent.
I may stay stationary, waiting
as my wounded body aches,
I worry not, for my head will go
wherever my healer takes
Perhaps then, he will raise my head tall
And my follicles will no longer fall.
Categories:
zombified, anxiety, body, extended metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
My country is the beautiful sun
My country is not the hard winter
My country is an often green Eden
Always languid and tropical at dawn.
It’s a country where the crowing of roosters
Revives everybody every morning
It’s a country furnished with filthy slush and rocks
Where nature is a vast and miserable garden.
It's a country full of horrid stories
Where slaves and decent people are revolted
Against greedy settlers and bloody buccaneers
It’s where only macabre memories exist.
In this awful and morose atmosphere
Where I banter all that is negative
I will build positive monuments
I will dream and recite fables.
My country is the moonlight
Which gives hope and strength to fight
Against masked and zombified
Bogeymen. Oh! God, I hold no grudges.
My country is the ever positive imagination
Presently, I don't want to denounce anyone
However, I will silence the chiming bells
Oh! It's sad to see my people on the exodus
Near the evacuative shores.
P.S. Gilles Vigneault, this poem is
For you and our people.
Copyright © January 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Categories:
zombified, black african american, humanity,
Form: Free verse
from zombified fanatics
to crazed shameful
there is an imbecile country
From an idiotic dream
Categories:
zombified, adventure, allusion, appreciation, nonsense,
Form: Political Verse
An amateur archer, Antoine,
Bodaciously bragged beastly brawn.
Crushed counterparts,
Dispatched deadly darts,
Electrified everyone!
Fly fisherman Freddy flung far.
Gadzooks! Great gobbling gar!
He hooked half-heartedly,
Inverted inartfully,
Jettisoned jumbled jig jar!
Kenneth keeps kitchen knives keen
Love’s labors leave lanky, lean
Mills metal mightily
Nibbles Nightly
Overweight outcomes: obscene!
Peter’s pickled picked peppers: premiere!
Quoted quantities: questionable, q*eer
Ration’s Redeeming:
Scofield scale screaming,
Terrifies tongues, torrents tears
Ultimatums unduly unclear
Varnished vengeance veneer
Wipeouts, whiteouts
Xeroxing x-outs
Yielding yoked yeoman years
Zanax-zombified zebras zig-zag zanily, zap zooming zeitgeists
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Alliterative, Abecedarian Limericks!
Ran out for 'Z', so I made an alliterative monoku there. This was hard! The last stanza stretches the imagination a bit :-)
Categories:
zombified, silly,
Form: Abecedarian
The snake bites while you are sleeping now
Nightmares convert dreams full of terror
Drunk off the contagion that pierced the heart
Legion commanding organs freshly sowed
Evil symphony strikes the barrier
Zombified by Lucifers abstract art
Writing foreign symbols on the ceiling
Chilly breeze made the spine tremble fiercely
Torches ignited the shrill squealing
It's time for the ritual of death see
Give yourself to a higher power tree
Conquer all your fears and ride with thee God
Lay your coins and blood in the devil hands
They say the evil is just beginning
Categories:
zombified, art, bible, deep, evil,
Form: Sonnet
Beware of whats in front of you
Not everything appears true
Walking around sugar town
Sweet old lady living up the hill
Offers you a drink and slip in a pill
Invites you in when your feeling sick
Then kills you dead for her fix
Careful who you trust
Suspicion is a must
Walking around sugar town
A group of kids play in the park
A closer look hits you hard
Misguided youths throwing knives
With no respect for passerby
Things you see
You cannot believe
Walking around sugar town
Security gaurd on street patrol
Mysteriously walking too slow
Looking for an unexpecting victim
To hit on the head and steal their things
Open your eyes and look hard
What you see will break your heart
Walking around sugar town
Young lovers cuddle on a bench
Second looks witness needles stretched
Not playing an innocent game
Zombified idiots in drug shame
Dont always think its all nice
Naughtiness will take you by surprise
Walking around sugar town
Categories:
zombified, change, confusion, corruption, drug,
Form: Rhyme
Heads bowed, eyes focused,
The magic of the Hocus Pocus.
Transfixed, in a spell
Nothing else will they dwell.
Walking around zombified
Surely brains, have been fried.
Life ruined, no conversation,
Texting now the inspiration.
Grasp of language, long forgotten,
Shortened text – yuk, it’s rotten,
GR8, LOL, TLC, OMDB,
Worlds gone mad, OMG!!
Categories:
zombified, life, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Aye admit, an author's adept
and adroit mastery
to link words together subtly crept
(expressing contents
in a matter of fact
understandable fashion, except
for dissertations and/or kept
jargon for exclusive specialty)
posits, that my wordy verbosity,
revelation, viz "EUREKA" suddenly leapt
administers cerebral, harmful
offal psychological usury
verdict I accept
fomenting gobbledygook concept
might create notion, yours truly inept,
plus incorporating confessional backswept
facets of writerly person,
as sigh nearly wept
(drafting previous poem,
sans book review
like an emotional bit torrent windswept
"And I Don't Want
to Live This Life" anchored in concept,
qua raw maternal did severely intercept
the motherly bond Deborah Spungen
felt toward zombified miskept
incorrigibly, horribly, grievously...
tormented first born
or momentenous insept
begetting impregnation and early labor
Nancy Laura Spungen since birth,
perhaps seeped when aye slept
into nooks and crannies of subconscious,
though one could breeze thru said book
such evocative anguish left
me numbly bereft, yet acutely aware
to vicariously experience devastating agony!
Categories:
zombified, books, courage, death, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Capital city
But oh such a pity
So noisy
So crowded
they look
but don't see
Crowds
just shop
Crowds
should stop
To view
our majestic history
With heads bowed low
Return to their homes
Fingers still typing
Those zombified clones
written on 21st November 2018 after spending two days in London
Contest Name PODIUM PLACING PROMISE(4)
Sponsor Brian Strand
3rd Place
Categories:
zombified, appreciation, history, society,
Form: Rhyme
How can I feel so tired?
I've slept for most of the day,
Being in constant pain,
Is causing me dismay.
It's not just my knee,
I have cervicalgia to put up with too,
My right side is shot to ****,
What the bloody hell am I to do?
I'm taking tramadol and gabapentin,
With amitriptyline and co-codamol on top,
I'm surprised I'm not rattling,
I just want this pain to stop.
I have vitamin D supplements,
B12 injections every quarter,
My medications dry out my mouth,
I spend all day drinking water.
I can't sleep due to the pain,
Oh dear, woe is me,
If it's not that keeping me awake,
It's the many times I have to get up to pee.
I think I'll give myself up for scrap,
Not that I've got many working parts,
And seeing as I've had curry for tea,
They certainly won't want me with farts.
So, I'll just sit here and wallow,
Taking strong painkillers is a swine,
Beer and spirits are off limits,
I can't even have a glass of wine.
But, hey I'm still smiling,
If I don't I'll break down and cry,
It's time to take my tablets,
Zombified time is nigh.
Categories:
zombified, funny, giggle, pain, sad,
Form: Rhyme
Remember the day
They took the pain away
And turned us all oxymoron's
Visiting our own graves
The walking dead
Zombified
And to think we thought
They gave us back our lives
Trampled by the pills
That they prescribed
Pay the pusher
The greatest price
It'll be alright
When it's hard to swallow
When that ain't enough
Find an uncaring vain
And start shooting up
Who could have known
They'd throw us the longest curve
When the disease turn out to be
What we thought the greatest cure
Categories:
zombified, addiction, death,
Form: Rhyme
He thought he could change the world,
by his unprecedented effulgent uniqueness
But he didn't know the world sow him sinister
for his effusive praises.
He thought he could heal the souls of the broken,
Who thought they were beyond repair, the dead
inside, the zombified people who walk amongst
the living.
He thought he could be a pioneer of a new age person,
Who are free of depression, anxiety and all the hell
the world pressed on people.
But that can never happen because the world
sow him sinister for his effusive praises..
Categories:
zombified, deep, depression, dream, emotions,
Form: I do not know?
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