Zora Zebra does not know how to be subtle does she?
I looked at my cousin, who is snotty notoriously.
What’s going on? I asked this uppity Georgia peach.
Look down there she said, nodding toward the beach.
Zora was coming up for another breath of sea water air.
I noticed right away that there was something added there.
A boob job on a zebra! What? I said to my snooty cousin.
In a week, she said, we will see a dozen.
Z-one
O-f
R-abid
A-ilment
B-rings
E-erie
R-isk's
N-asty
I-nfection
C-arrying
E-pidemic
M-ystery
A-s
Y-ucky
C-oronavirus
R-eleases
O-ne
S-ilent
S-trike
Topic: Birthday of poetess Zora Bernice May Cross (May 18)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
*this was inspired by 'tall tales' that were collected and written by Zora Neale Hurston...this is meant to be humorous*
I knew a woman
who loved a man
so much she
couldn't hardly
take his touch
she would faint,
wake up, and such
I come up
with a melody
when I read Zora
Langston stops
me
Baldwin is
a hot Summer sidewalk
baking under my
waffle soles
what do I do
I sit down and write
Jack sends
in all direction
i'm splitting
like...an...atom
Miles is my molecule
what do I do
I sit down and write
Bird comes out
of my pores
Monk I damn well
seize
after he seizes me
what do I do
I listen to
the past
wail
and I cry
my new song
THE FLOOD
Sun pours through the window,
a shower of light to strike
the sheer white pages of my mind,
a stark reminder of emptiness
mocking me like the faces on the wall.
I think of Zora and Atlantis, (how does
history know if any of us ever existed?)
the sinking feeling of wordlessness
drowning me. Nassau braces for a hurricane
while I wait for the flood to reach
my pen and the verbal onslaught
that will leave paper bloodied and bruised
with the wounded thoughts
of a penny-less wordsmith.
I wrote this about my friends on the social web sight
zombie-station.ning.com
In Van Gerren's mind
Tied up tight with twisted twine
Is a dusty old book
If we could just take a look
Then there is our Queenie
What goes on beneath her beanie
I would sure like to know
If she would give us a show
Hidden in Linz thoughts
Is a beat-up wooden box
With secrets to see
Will she give up the key
Deep in Wally brain
Where some tupperware contains
Odds and ends we once knew
Will he let us all view
In the Psyche of our Zora
Is an urn with such an aura
Will she brush off the dust
Then show it to us
Inside Phluffys head
Is a paper bag, that's said
To contain a whole world
May we see it unfurled
Now in my conscious thinking
There's a glad bag that is stinking
Full of thoughts, thrown away
As you see here today
by JTCurtis
Zora Neal saw that Their Eyes Were Watching God, when
Toni Morrison heard The Song of Solomon, and
James Baldwin Told It on the Mountain, while
W.E.B. DuBois embraced The Souls of Black Folks
Richard Wright was a Black Boy, that’s why
Dr. Maya Angelo Knew Why the Caged Bird Sang
Iyana Vanzant found Peace Within Pieces, when
Lorraine Hansberry ate a Raisin in the Sun, while
Terry McMillian was Waiting to Exhale