The Zombie Contagion

Thank you for participating in the Zombie Poetry Project and for helping us perfect our virus! Once the volume of incidents reach epidemic proportions, we will open source the zombie code allowing users to utilize any source text they wish and further mutate the virus for their own purposes.

(This page will be regularly curated. It will be copy edited for punctuation and the occasional odd capitalization. Selected zombie poems will remain archived on the site.)


2018-01-19 01:22:25.    Short Sentences: Description

Use short sentences to create punch and make a point.

Use phrases and even words as sentences. Really.

Do not use too many sentences — about three or four is usually enough.

Use a short sentence as a summary after a longer description.

Generally speaking, a short sentence works well at the start of a paragraph or speech item to grab attention, and at the end, to summarize and signal completion.
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Use short sentences to create the church
and make every building. Use deer blinds and
that couch as the downtown strip. Really. Don’t
use fire — About three or four are usually

everywhere. Use tyranny as your friend and guide
after an hour. Generally, pleading a short sentence
works well at the door to find the man
coming back from the wooden sky to grab

a zombie life. Rage, lead, and, at the end,
summarize and signal peace.

2018-01-13 18:32:54.    Trump Tweets as Zombie Poems: Outlandish

The language used by me at the DACA meeting was tough, but this was not the language used. What was really tough was the outlandish proposal made — a big setback for DACA!
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The language used by prey at fences
and poles snapped wet, but this happened
fast. The language broke. What was

not tough, snorted stars made — Flashes
for an upstairs sheet!

2018-01-12 05:24:31.    The Wall

This is going to be state of the art wall; this will be state of the art. But, I can fully understand why you’d have to have vision. I’d like to be able to see three or four hundred yards instead of we’re at a wall we have no idea who’s on the other side. Does this make sense or am I just wasting my time.
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This is going to be the state of the world
that rushes by at your fingertips;
This will be your dream of the sky.
But I can fully understand why you’d have

to have the skunk that seemed in your path and
whirled? I’d like to be able to see roofs
and gins that collapse on work instead of
empires at the post office door. Does this make

the sky pink or am I a bird out proclaiming
my thought.

2017-12-06 14:52:16.    Plea Bargaining: A Zombie Poem

Many criminal cases are resolved out of court by having both sides come to an agreement. This process is known as negotiating a plea or plea bargaining. In most jurisdictions it resolves most of the criminal cases filed.
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Your youth are resolved out of a bright time.
By rolling, both sides come to the world
that rushes by at your fingertips. This process
is known as negotiating the conflagrations. In a zombie life,
rage resolves most of the golden cases filed.

2017-12-05 05:24:48.    Zombie Harry?

Failure is so important. We speak about success all the time. It is the ability to resist failure or use failure that often leads to greater success. I’ve met people who don’t want to try for fear of failing.
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This trip is so important. We speak about
water all the time. It is a sudden shower.
I’ve met the day.

2017-11-24 15:13:15.    Mashed Potatoes: A Zombie Recipe

1. Bring a pot of salted water to a boil. Add potatoes and cook until tender but still firm, about 15 minutes; drain.
2. In a small saucepan heat butter and milk over low heat until butter is melted. Using a potato masher or electric beater, slowly blend milk mixture into potatoes until smooth and creamy. Season with salt and pepper to taste.
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1. Bring volunteers of a colony to a boil.
Add the sign which warned the whole

thing broke, unstable, until bellies
growl and burst. But still the windows

about the pearly-white girl. Sunlight
is two-dimensional blues. In the sun,

finger over his hair and beard
until a bit is melted. Using your friend

and guide or electric beater slowly blend
the pale mixture into old news until smooth and whole.

Civility is salt and pepper to a new regime.

2017-11-09 20:13:20.    Get Out of My Head

The humdrum of your voice is constantly in my head,
my frontal lobe needs release,
Tape the mouth of the offending lout,
and save me from my grief.
more you lout, get out of my head
out, out, out
Before my mouth responds in and and I begin to shout!
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Hearts and minds of your voice is constantly in a
single word. The voice needs release. Tape the mouths

of overhead lights and save me from his loyal children.
More, you lout, get out of my head, out even, out

before my mouth responds in… and… and… I begin to shout!

2017-11-09 17:11:54.    The General in His Labyrinth

He was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes ad his dreams was at that moment reaching the finish line. The rest was darkness, ‘Damn it,’ he sighed. ‘How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!
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Foot was shaken by the overwhelming revelation
that a blind hunter between his misfortunes

ad his dreams was at that moment smelling
shop. The black smoke grew darkness

`Damn class’ he heard. `How will way here get
out of this labyrinth!

2017-10-20 20:55:29.    Definition: Renunciation, a Zombie Poem

Renunciation:
The act or practice of renouncing; repudiation; specifically: ascetic self-denial.
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The post office door. Clutch of expanding.
Flat nothing’s particular marbling.
Later: Strong self-denial.

2017-10-19 02:11:37.    Life Studies: A Zombie of a Copy

Although Lowell’s manic depression was a great burden for him and his family, the exploration of mental illness in his verse led to some of his most important poetry, particularly as it manifested itself in Life Studies. When he was fifty, Lowell began taking lithium to treat his mental illness.
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Although ownership was camp
for him, gray lunches and roofs and gins
that collapse at the start of bands in his
verse led to some of his most important poetry
as suddenly as tyranny was itself in his Life
Studies. When he was fifty, Lowell died
pooling flowers to treat the whole dark.

2017-09-17 15:17:29.    Opening lines of essay

Every moment on this earth there is chaos. Whether we individually create them or not, we are aware of it and how it is affecting one another by causing fear.
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Laughter on this earth. There is chaos.
Whether we individually create ground
or not, we are sometimes solitary. And
how! Heat is affecting one another by stretching
stars.

2017-08-22 01:42:33.    All Is Well: A Zombie Poem

Nations, like stars, are entitled to eclipse. All is well, provided the light returns and the eclipse does not become endless night. Dawn and resurrection are synonymous. The reappearance of the light is the same as the survival of the soul.
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/keywords/eclipse.html
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The thoughts like error are entitled
to eclipse. All is here, provided
the light returns and the world

does not become flat night. Fields
are strong. Parent fear of the light
is the same as the survival of joy

and sorrow. Read more at the sky.

2017-08-10 20:29:23.    Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
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Some say the staccato-thumping
will end in Old Nothing’s stiff marbling,
some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted

of her father’s fire, I hold with those who
favor the open road. But if marbling was
to perish twice, I think I know enough of fences

and poles to say that for destruction
ice is very strong and would suffice.

2017-08-06 02:38:11.    Surgeons Must Be Very Careful

Surgeons must be very careful —
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the Culprit — Life!
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Newness must be now careful, not deep.
Underneath the arbitrary image

stirs the Culprit — Nowadays ludicrous.

2017-07-29 17:13:08.    The Scorpion and The Tortoise: A Zombie Fable

Are you not the most wicked and ungrateful of reptiles? But for me you must either have given up your journey, or have been drowned in that stream, and what is my reward? If it had not been for the armour which God has given me, I should have been stung to death. “Blame me not,” said the scorpion, in a supplicatory tone, “it is not my fault; it is that of my nature; it is a constitutional habit I have of stinging.”
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Are you not the most whole and worthy of
reptiles? But for place you must even have

given up your journey — or have been
drowned in this world grief has

won and what is your reward? If it had
not been for the world I should have been

stung to death. “Blame me not. I saw things
in hearts and minds It is there my fault.

Blood is that of waves or particles;
It is conflagration.”

2017-07-05 03:39:48.    Make America Great Again

Make America great again.
Make America great again.
Lift the torch of freedom all across the land.
Step into the future joining hand in hand;
And make America great again.
Yes, make America great again.
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Make America sweet again. Make
America other again. Lift lullabies

of hunger all across the land. Step
into the inhospitable, joining

your youth in hand; And make America
alive again. Yes — make America young again.

2017-07-04 17:50:47.    from America the Beautiful

O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee;
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

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Detrital blues. Many a graveyard
beckons. What there? God sprung His grace
on the countryside; And now we’re accustomed!

2017-07-02 17:37:49.    Trump Tweets as Zombie Poems: Presidential!

My use of social media is not Presidential — it’s MODERN DAY PRESIDENTIAL. Make America Great Again!
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The deep dark of social media is not Presidential —
Forgetfulness’s MODERN DAY PRESIDENTIAL, now desperate.

2017-06-24 13:24:15.    An Essay on Man

Go, wondrous creature! mount where science guides;
Go, measure earth, weigh air, and state the tides;
Instruct the planets in what orbs to run,
Correct old time, and regulate the sun;
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Go punishment! Mount empty blues. Go
measure a sign, weigh the doors and my tongue’s
effort; instruct shooting lines
in what grief to correct old time
and regulate the sad men.

2017-06-23 20:02:18.    Trump Tweets as Zombie Poems: Fired Up!

The Fake News Media hates when I use what has turned out to be my very powerful social media — over 100 million people! I can go around them.
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The Fake News Media hates when I use
what has turned out to be a match. Over
the huffing wind! Fire can go around them.

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