Write a few zeugmas, perhaps as a poetry.

Zeugmas are “are figures of speech in which one single phrase or word joins different parts of a sentence.”

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Submitted by Bill Smith

There are 16 written responses to this assignment.


Written by Anna Cow on October 30, 2014 3:13 am
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Leaves, rain and temperature fall,
and bears asleep in wintersleep,
and we to work and ill of flu,
and I over backwards with this zeugma.

Might Just Leave You Lifeless

Written by David Mercer (Blindside) on October 30, 2014 1:33 am
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My eyes opened and so did the door
Time grew older and so did I
The path shrunk and so did my hope
So people and opportunities both passed me by.

Breaking Up Bad

Written by Cris Crissman (@Cris2B) on October 29, 2014 11:52 pm
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I made up my face and my mind
He’ll just break my heart and the bank.
But how can I take leave or pity
When he stole a kiss and my heart.

Zeugma Poetry

Written by smreutter on October 29, 2014 10:44 pm
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He opened his heart and his wallet
While she dug for compliments and for gold
He held the door and his breath
The wine was sweet and so was she

Wednesday Zeugmas

Written by Alison Thoet on October 29, 2014 10:12 pm
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Today I’m editing articles and my life. I rework layout and my time.
I disconnect my computer and mind, and sign away papers and time.
Reading news and my to-do list. Hoping to publish and sleep.
Wednesdays are hell.

But why

Written by Rachel on October 29, 2014 9:58 pm
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But why does this rain fall but why do those tears fall but why does nothing stay the same.
These questions, why do they plague the souls of our people.
But why are things not as simple as they seem.

Holding Your Thoughts

Written by Ashleigh Engels on October 29, 2014 9:48 pm
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You held your thoughts and the door as I walked by.

stealing time

Written by Cheryl on October 29, 2014 6:12 pm
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The thief, stealing a stitch in time and cotton managed to stitch himself up and his shirt before being nicked by police and his scissors.

It’s not poetry alas. But it’s my first.


Written by Bill Smith on October 29, 2014 5:52 pm
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Become a neurosurgeon: open your mind and her brain.
Become an interstellar astronaut: explore space and loneliness.
Become a thinker: turn on your mind and the light bulb.

Become a player of word games: scratch your head and the pencil on the paper.

A Tasty Break

Written by Sherie Mungo on October 29, 2014 5:01 pm
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He met me with a smile and flowers.
Promised me dinner and a man.
He then devoured my spinach dip and emotions.
So I took my leave and leftovers.
Regained my independence and palate.

PhD..Pounding Head on Desk

Written by Chvonne on October 29, 2014 3:21 pm
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Thanks to scholarly pursuits, I’m trapped inside the library and my mind. I want to open my heart and the door to better things. With all this reading and writing, I may bite the bullet and the dust.

a field in midsummer.

Written by Kailey K. on October 29, 2014 1:14 pm
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She is a swirl of blue silk and sunshine strands of hair, falling to the grass.
I see the crinkles at the edges of her eyes, the apples of her cheeks painted rosy red: her sheer joy. I drop to her side.
Together, in the summer sun, we are forever; eye to eye, trust; hand in hand, faith.


Written by Mike Black on October 29, 2014 11:52 am
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This morning I rose from my bed and thoughts, feeling the hunger for food and success.
Disconnected my cable and negative stress, some say I’m gifted from wisdom and the words I manifest.

Asking The Dark

Written by Stefaniej on October 29, 2014 11:25 am
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Woxy enters system and room
by breaking the silence and the crystal.
He did not asked to do so and gets the answer
when Serena’s view gets out of view for his clumsiness,
they were lost and loose in the dark.

One Sentence, Triple Zeugma– Just Because I Can

Written by @sandramardene on October 29, 2014 11:11 am
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At the Museum of Modern Art, the curator showed me Salvador Dali’s self-portrait, his selfie, his soul, and I saw through the frame, time, and all Dali’s passions, posturings, and pretensions to understand a man and an age.


Written by Ronald on October 29, 2014 5:59 am
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She was on the bed and the phone.
Wanting to sell her bed-room, she called whether he was interested in the one night-stand.
He asked whether she’d want him to come.
She responded with “you can have it all”.