Who does she think she is....
I asked the Zebra:
Are you black with white stripes?
Or white with black stripes?
And the zebra asked me:
Are you good with bad habits?
Or are you bad with good habits?
Are you noisy with quiet times?
Or are you quiet with noisy times?
Are you happy with some sad days?
Or are you sad with some happy days?
Are you neat with some sloppy ways?
Or are you sloppy with some neat ways?
And on and on and on and on
And on and on he went.
I’ll never ask a zebra
About stripes
Again
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Our life looks like a zibra
Our life looks like a zebra,
sometimes black stripes,
sometimes white.
The black stripes
take turn of the white,
like day and night.
And sometimes
our life zebra kicks
making it's own tricks.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Zebra Child
I’m not black
I’m not white
I’m a Zebra Child.
My father skin is fare like a pinkish cloud.
My mother skin is dark like coco.
My skin is both swirled into a light caramel color.
I’m not black
I’m not white
I’m a Zebra Child.
My eyes are hazel with a hint of blue.
My hair is kinky yet manageable.
While I have African hips
I also have European lips.
I’m not black
I’m not white
I’m a Zebra Child.
I relish my difference
Although some times
I envy others similarity.
But I am what I am.
I’m not black
I’m not white
I’m a Zebra Child.
The Raconteur tells about the Election
A Zealot has painted his stubborn mule black & white stripes.
And then the mule became a Zebra.
This idiot wants to enrol his pet to the coming race.
Early in the morning he goes to the racecourse with his Zebra for practice.
There are no any restrictions it seems
Donkeys, mules, ponies, zebras and dogs all are allowed for the annual rat race?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Y..... Zebra
Zebra goes to drink
Crocodile jumps
Zebra escapes
Zebra tells son
Not to drink
At that lake
Son goes anyhow
Nothing happens
Son zebra returns
Son thinks
father zebra
does not make sense
Son goes again and again
Son convinced father is wrong
Until one day….
poem by Aufie Zophy
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Zebra
From Africa is the zebra.
Nowhere else does it roam
Innately, wild and free—
But in Africa, its home.
It feasts with the wildebeest,
And migrates with the same—
Steering clear of lions there,
Which sees it as fair game.
But, oh, the lovely zebra
With its stripes unique,
Brings a certain flair to life.
‘Tis nature's own mystique.
poem by Walterrean Salley
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A sonnet for a Valentine
Now let’s take this lie make it you and I
A single sonnet in stripes of zebra hides
That ride the waves of black and white tides
Take bits of word bullets for a love to die
In black and white you’re a Poison Walker
And from your lips some lethal potion
Ruined back in time all the devotion
Made you speechless frozen full time stalker
Still neither the days nor the nights can drink
Dangerous drops from your lips unspoken
Stains of justice against the love token
Neither the dark nor the lights can think
Fare thee well my number do not dial
I bid you farewell in an anti-chronic style
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Zebra World (Not Animal Related)
The world is still going on about the color of others skin
We need to be more like a zebra a mixture of black and white
So much racism
Hard to walk down the street without seeing a racial war
I can't take this s**t anymore
Who cares if your black, white, or even asian
We all function the same
I don't know where this started, and I don't know who to blame
Someone tell me why we fire upon each other
So what if blacks were slaves many years ago
Don't blame whites for there ancestors mistakes
Now white people stop looking at skin color
See who they are on the inside
We are no different
Its time to end this stupid fighting
Now its time for peace
Lets all work together
In creating this zebra world.
poem by Kevin Fisher
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A Zebra Visit
f you’ve ever had a visit with a Zebra
It’s an animal that stands on its own
For there is nothing at all quite like it
As it nestles inside of its home
The markings are each one unique
For there are never two of the same
Although usually wild in other countries
They can sometimes be nice and quite tame
I was privileged to visit this huge barn
Where Clydesdales have their stalls
But imagine a Zebra in the midst
Standing so beautiful and so tall
Horses and Zebra’s are not exactly alike
And sizes can be very different too
The markings are so fascinating
Some seem to sit rather askew
So if you’re lucky and meet one
An animal that is truly exquisite
You will never ever forget it
To be able to have a Zebra visit!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Freedom Of Choice Purpose Exercised
delight in judgement fear rejection
true character is on courage display
freedom of choice purpose exercised
What more could any possibly ask of you?
Leopard cannot change spots distinct defined
Zebra wears stripes to blend Lion hunt blind
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sartorial
Sartorial
Tried on a striped
Blue suit
It made me look like
A fat zebra
Asked the shop girl
If they had a mirror
One that could transform me
Into my conceited
Self image
She said sorry, but no
Bought a bigger suit
Pearly black hides the fat
Off the rack,
Just like that
White turtle neck jumper
A Mercedes icon
Around my neck
God! I look a stylish man.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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If Giraffe loves Zebra?
In the Zoo
I relaxed a while
Leaving all the burdens.
'Hey! Master please write something for me.'
Giraffe begged.
'If I have a long neck like you
I could have easily peep into my next door spinster's room.'
'It's about you Sir and nothing for me.'
Then I wrote again.
'If Giraffe mates with Zebra
How nice will be the offspring? '
'Thank you very much Sir!
From tomorrow onwards
I try to catch the Zebra in the adjoining cage.
He must be happy, believe me Sir
Still I am a Virgin.'
'It's not a miracle being in the Zoo
But really it's hard to survive
If you're in the jungle.'
Like a girl she smiled shyly.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Black and White (Stream XV)
I have black thoughts,
It is a black day,
A day when the black dog
Coal black, hovers at my shoulder.
I shoulder the burden.
Deep in the black hole.
Black as a black hearted night.
Negative.
Stark.
Black and white.
I do not call my good days white days.
Why?
Or have white thoughts
On a white day,
When the white dog
Pure white sits upon my shoulder.
Which is unburdened.
Out of the pit,
Luxuriating in the bright white light;
White as the purest snow.
Positive.
For we live in a too white world
Maybe we should have grey days,
And light days.
Why should Black be negative and White poitive?
For me then, today is a grey day.
Maybe tomorrow will be a light day.
Copyright P H Brookes 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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The Mountain And The Snake
a long black yellow snake with stripes
arrives hissing
looking for a prey
a rat perhaps
but there is none
not even an ant for a snack
and so the long black yellow snake with stripes of green
slides its way to a dark, moist cave
tight on its door
pushing its long slimy body
to the tip of the
cave's orifice to the end of its
intestine
it was a good tickle
and the whole body of the mountain
gives a tremble
a moan and from the slits of its sides
to the tip of its feet
and toes and trees
the whole body of the mountain
moans
happy with the long slimy body of the
snake's skin and bone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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“See saw Libra”
Yes, I’m a “See Saw Libra”
Yet, balance is my utmost goal
Scales of justice must be even
To gain redemption of my soul
It’s true I’m prone to extremes
And known for amazing swings
Some would see me as quite fickle
In truth I’m not one who clings
Virtues include insight n’ astuteness
Some say that I’m a “Know it All”
Lord knows I bite my tongue enough
‘Lest on me bad karma should befall
Yes, I’m a “See-Saw Libra”
Unique as stripes on a zebra
poem by Ray Lucero
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To the white horse the zebra said: 'i am white too,' and to the black horse: 'i am really black.'
The white tiger
In the wildness the white tiger is so rarely found
Having a very white colored fur with black deep stripes
It’s a solitary genre wanting no one around
With its retractable claw the white tiger the prey gripes.
It is born from Bengal tiger having round deep blue eyes
Because the Bengal tiger has genes for white coloring
It may be complete white, but may not be different in size
At night it hunts some pigs, cattles and deers for eating.
These double recessive allele in their genetic code
Are the cause for turning up once in every thousand births.
The Bengal tiger becomes white in this natural mode
A great potential for excellence is found in its strengths.
In small areas with concentrated prey it survives
White tigers in the wild live about ten or fifteen years
It learns to be a swimmer when in the water it dives
And runs to catch any prey that in its sight appears.
Maharajah Shri Martand Singh hunted in the jungle
He saw a tigress with four cubs and one of them was white.
With drum beat and trumpet blast he ought fires to juggle
Next day he searched it but no tigress appeared in his sight.
At night the tiger vision is six times better than ours.
Tiger scratches on trees serve as territorial marker.
The stripes help the tiger to stay hidden many hours
And sometimes it fights a new territory to conquer.
The white tiger stripes are always like human fingerprint;
No two tigers have the same pattern of stripes on their fur
Female takes cubs to kill or in prey their teeth to imprint
But before this they are all blind and weigh two or three pounds.
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poem by Marieta Maglas
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When you shoot a zebra in the black stripe, the white dies too; shoot it in the white and the black dies too.
South African proverbs
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The Aroma Of Your Love
You will be well and you will be loved,
You will be romanced and you will be kissed,
Because of the sweet scent of the aroma of your love;
And like the black and white Zebra!
But be very straight with your mind always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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