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Rolling On Meanders

Rolling Chikhwawa a basket of water
Down the course to the plain
Stood still and threw a steam boat in water
Rolling on meanders slovenly by gears drain
Breaks, a bucket of them

Rolling and boring on tires
To and fro in white and black
In records absorbing and dissolving
Rolling and rolling, zigzag down fight
Zigzag up and groaning

Thus it spoiled
And grabbed the plain
And summit again in lights

poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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The Zigzag Path Of Love II

How long shall I have to walk
On the zigzag path of love?
Without you my words get lost
Like a homebound lonely dove!

The people I meet on the way
I ask for your address
They don't care so they always say
You are in the wrong place

The zigzag path wastes my time
Life becomes prose without rhyme

I keep on looking everywhere
To see your pretty home
I can't control my emotions
It becomes a time-bomb

poem by Asif Andalib
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my Buterfly

Lub dub
Shut in shut out
Wriggle wiggle wahb wuhb
Coccineous heart goes totter tot
When she flashes her smile on me ooh, ah
Zoom in zoom out she goes flip flop
Rondo round singing heart atrous
Titter tattle neighbor hood
Oozing boozing
My mood

In the heart
Circulation of my blood
Creeping crawling my love and lust
Her eyes hoop hop hair goes hush hash
Zounds round, ah! Slender hip zigzag cat walk
Flash in flash out oval flavescent face
Reed beating drums rhythm robato
Sizzling shimmering sweat

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poem by Abdul Wahab
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Joe

A meadow brown; across the yonder edge
A zigzag fence is ambling; here a wedge
Of underbush has cleft its course in twain,
Till where beyond it staggers up again;
The long, grey rails stretch in a broken line
Their ragged length of rough, split forest pine,
And in their zigzag tottering have reeled
In drunken efforts to enclose the field,
Which carries on its breast, September born,
A patch of rustling, yellow, Indian corn.
Beyond its shrivelled tassels, perched upon
The topmost rail, sits Joe, the settler’s son,
A little semi-savage boy of nine.
Now dozing in the warmth of Nature’s wine,
His face the sun has tampered with, and wrought,
By heated kisses, mischief, and has brought
Some vagrant freckles, while from here and there
A few wild locks of vagabond brown hair
Escape the old straw hat the sun looks through,
And blinks to meet his Irish eyes of blue.

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poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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An etching

A meadow brown; across the yonder edge
A zigzag fence is ambling; here a wedge
Of underbush has cleft its course in twain,
Till where beyond it staggers up again;
The long, grey rails stretch in a broken line
Their ragged length of rough, split forest pine,
And in their zigzag tottering have reeled
In drunken efforts to enclose the field,
Which carries on its breast, September born,
A patch of rustling, yellow, Indian corn.
Beyond its shrivelled tassels, perched upon
The topmost rail, sits Joe, the settler's son,
A little semi-savage boy of nine.
Now dozing in the warmth of Nature's wine,
His face the sun has tampered with, and wrought,
By heated kisses, mischief, and has brought
Some vagrant freckles, while from here and there
A few wild locks of vagabond brown hair
Escape the old straw hat the sun looks through,
And blinks to meet his Irish eyes of blue.

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poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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Zigzag Path Of Love

I am still walking
On the zigzag path of love
I can't find your home

poem by Asif Andalib
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I'm just taking one step at a time. I could zigzag one way, but it's not usually on purpose.

quote by Beck
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About poem

Way Zigzag.
And it would be
wrong to say
anything about
poem at this stage.

I would like to
go beyond poem
and I know this is
not possible.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Old Age

Grey hairs
Lonely
Lovesick
Worried
Many thoughts
Fewer talks
Fewer hopes
Fewer friends
Less will to live
The only thing
That keeps me going
On the zigzag way of life
Is the desire to be loved.

poem by Asif Andalib
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I see that the path of progress has never taken a straight line, but has always been a zigzag course amid the conflicting forces of right and wrong, truth and error, justice and injustice, cruelty and mercy.

quote by Kelly Miller
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