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Earth Glow

He’s a creature small and lowly. See him move along so slowly - an earthworm. He has no fins that he might swim, nor wings that wind might carry him. He’s earthbound. And yet there’s something you should know. God made him special; he can glow like *earthshine! *Earthshine is a newer word and synonymous to Earthlight, which is a natural phenomena of sun reflected off earth particularly on dark side of crescent moon. This form is a derivative of one called The Compound Word Verse


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014


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LUNCH TIME

Ethan Alan Eaton ate an earthworm,
So, Ethan Alan's sister Sybel said.
But little Ethan Alan doesn't talk, yet; 
So he just sucked his thumb and burped, instead.   


Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2005


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the smell of the sea

the smell 
of the sea 
is overpowered by the
watermelon fragrance of newly mowed lawn

wagtails
hunting for unseen tit-bits 
among shrubs –
an earthworm becomes a bone of contention

a butcherbird swoops – 
swallowing the spoil

if only the wagtails had agreed to share...
there’s enough for all of us to go around



Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2012


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Our Great Motherland

Our great motherland
Called the giant of Africa
With the shadow of an ant
And the night of an earthworm
On her way to glory.

Led 'magnificently' by the thieves
Ex-convicts,murderers and mad men;
Our souls they've reduced to slush
And our spirits have been 'sharpvilled'
For revenge.

The French revolution 
Should be played in our motherland
In the hope that our 'magnificent' leaders
Be thoroughly eliminated from us
And a new dawn we await for our motherland.


Copyright © NWANDO OBIANYOR | Year Posted 2007


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A FARMER'S SUICIDE

I break my back bone to cultivate your life,
Your life, I mean your daily rice,
The  rising sun never wakes me,
I am already on the field saying Good morning,
When my fingers dig with axe and sickle,
My Earthworm friends greet and wiggle,
The scent of rain , petrichor gain,
That earthly scent cures my blisters and blain,
When the cool breeze touches my vein,
I feel this is heaven and forget my pain,
Though my stomach growls to break the fast,
I grind the grains for my sapiens feast,
When rats and snakes bite with fangs,
That is no more blood but wet red sand,
Where I immerse my feet deep inside,
And my mother holds me firm from deep inside,
This is my life – a happy life, 
Always surrounded by green purple loosestrife, 
When everything changed like moving clouds,
My motherland in hunger cried out loud,
I tried to stop the monsoon wind,
But it has too lost its moisture kind,
I begged my neighbors for water source,
But scarcity has blocked their way and I can't force,
To take this pain to the ears of God,
So many sacrifices and prayers flawed,
My biggest hope is my human clan,
He can understand because I have filled his urn,
I am standing outside to reach his eyes,
But he gives me a pen to write my cries, 
I know to till and I know to plough,
I know to sow and I know to grow,
But not a letter to read or write, 
Should I be a literate to show our mother's plight?
It was you who ate,
Now hate to hear my dreadful fate!
When your mother dies you work to earn,
How can you forget her love and concern, 
She bequeathed her to make you live,
To see her die I can't live.

People of Tamilnadu are suffering from acute water scarcity. There is no enough water for agriculture. Our farmers are dying day by day consuming pesticides just because there is no water to carry out agriculture. They are struggling and protesting in non-violent ways to expose their problems to this world and bring a solution to save this land and our lives because if there is no Agriculture there is no food which means no livelihood.

I dedicate this poem to all the farmers across the world.


Copyright © MADHUPRIYA SHANMUGAM | Year Posted 2017


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Earthworm Flys

The rain came down
Saturating the ground
The earthworm came up
To swim in the muck

The dove came down
Hearing a splish splash sound
Now the earthworm flys


Copyright © James Hyler | Year Posted 2014


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Dancing In Kitchens

This shuddering heart-throb.
This 11-pound earthworm.
Warm, with fat skin in tiny bundles.
Eyes swimming for clarification,
The gleam in them like lighthouses
In search of just you.
Her arms cling sloth-like around my neck.
Her legs pump and jostle for position.
(For what? A better view over the left shoulder?
I tried the right now and again.  She hated it. So left only now.)
Like this in low-lit kitchens, we dance.
I dip and slide with this big fleshy spider
While it emits piggish grunts.
She burrows endlessly into my collar bone,
Dying to dive back into daddy's DNA 
For something left behind.
The Infant Paleontologist,
Desperate for discovery.
But she won't find anything.  She never does. 
She always falls asleep too soon.
I'm too good of a dancer.
(For now, anyway.)


Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2015


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Great I Have Worms

I dig beneath the autumn leaves among the earthy rot
To free an earthworm situated there its freedom to fresh air
Thus I grasp the wiggler- tis slimy and wet-it wiggles all the more
And place it in an old fruit jar amongst brethren already there

Now hunkered on yonder river bank I reach into this bait filled jar
To grasp a wiggly wiggler and skew it to my line
That it may do its job as only it best can do
Then a moment poised over the water then baptized anew

Sit I do until the wiggler is caught -a tug then reel him back with glee
For the fight is joy due to wiggler’s ploy
Tis great that I have worms 
For I get all the glory


Copyright © Mark Goodson | Year Posted 2012


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Death

Earthworm is dying in sun.
A lone poet,
an unpoetic family.


Copyright © Ashutosh Gupta | Year Posted 2015


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ENERGY

ENERGY

old tree standing bare
fitful workings underneath
grizzly bear asleep

what the earthworm hears
a mighty boiling nether
blue sky    sunshine

level plane
sky    forest asleep
mighty roiling beneath


Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2011


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Spring Fever

Ebay, Ebay
How much I pay
to beautify
this old clay!

Munching mulch
in one big gulp
earthworm....
composte this pulp!

Weeds and roots
pull those shoots
raindrops?
Where's my rubber boots?

The fever's on and pollen's a yellow haze
It has me in a daze and a maze
the windy smog
Has to be a short lived stage!


Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2012


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The celibate Worm


Now I am a worm with a problem
It’s very sad to relate
For I have fallen in love with an earthworm
And long to make her my mate.
But here is the crux of my story
With the sting, so to speak, in the tail
For that just doesn’t appeal to her
At least not to the end that is male.
How can I make love to my darling
When her other end turns up his nose
At every offer of friendship
That stems from my feminine toes?
I’ve done all I can to attract him
From the shimmy to striptease divine,
But all I caught was my death of cold
And forced my back out of line.
Just put yourself into my problem
Then you’ll know how a fellow must feel
Who’s doomed to a celibate lifetime
Just because his tail lacks sex-appeal.


Copyright © May Fenn | Year Posted 2015


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Tribute to Earthworm Dave

For the past half billion years
They crawled the earth both soil and sphere
Million trillion unknown souls
To eat and breed their only goal
Homme or femme hermaphrodite
In pairs romance 'neath damp moonlight

Throughout the year they dig and toil
By the billions aerate soil
Breaking down organic matter
A major fertilising factor
Unseen, unheard, unsung dirt hero
Eco workers far from zero

Brought to surface by rainwater
Exposes them to blackbird slaughter
Toad and fox and rat and mole
Darwin's bloodbath takes its toll
Under ploughshare countless die
Modern farming genocide

Then one decides to grow and grow
Survives the hedgehog and the crow
Point four a metre - foot and three
With mass an ounce a bit weighty
Record breaking - caused a rave
And someone thought to call him Dave

His gift to science sealed his doom
Humanely killed - a glass jar tomb
Cardboard headstone with his name
Immortalised - the cost of fame
Twitter whitter - late to save
Anthropomorphised earthworm Dave



Based on BBC news article "Widnes worm Dave wriggles into record books"
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-37861928

With help from Wikipedia
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earthworm

Written 4th November 2016


Copyright © Mark Martin | Year Posted 2016


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Dry Stone

In its’ drinking of the rain,
Pelted epidemically, absorbed
Of heaven’s thoughts and earthworm prayer;
The colours thaw in rivulets
On slate and brutish stone wash,
Sunk into a crab grass savoir faire.

In its’ sucking of the sun,
Copper hammer beaten, reflects
On somnolent years and rainbow gleams;
A child may brush the surface,
Deposit trace genetic evidence,
Forensics of some past and future dreams…


Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2006


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1 With Anguish

Thank you for your patient, kind bliss…
I want to make you happy, you see? 
I don’t want to hear you, speaking words of worthlessness 
I want to see you be free…you’re my cup of hot, sweet, iced tea 
Can’t you see? I loved you for so, so long…yet, I feel that it as more of an infatuation 
My condolences to you for missing your loved one…I wish you good luck… and I wish you brighter days and dreams of nostalgic-less, moving reality 

Though I’m one with anguish and bitter rue
I still feel for you…oh don’t be blue
I, as well, have lost my other shoe
I didn’t know how to help you; but, that’s nothing new
Weren’t you one with anguish too? 

Didn’t you know I as one with anguish?
Didn’t you feel me in your heart?
Didn’t you know that I as struggling? My only wish 
Is to be with you…from the start 
Didn’t you know I as one with anguish?
Didn’t you feel me in your heart?
Didn’t you know that I as struggling? 

My only wish 
Is to be with you…pound to the rhythm of my heart…
and...please...don’t rip my young heart apart 

Feeling you shatter out of nowhere…
I found myself, thinking of you…left here…
You sheltered me hen there as a rainstorm 
I was digging deep in the soil…like an earthworm 

Though I’m one with anguish and bitter rue
I still feel for you…oh don’t be blue
I, as well, have lost my other shoe
I didn’t know how to help you; but, that’s nothing new
Weren’t you one with anguish too? 

Didn’t you know I as 1 with anguish?
Didn’t you feel me in your heart?
Didn’t you know that I as struggling? My only wish 
Is to be with you…from the start 
Didn’t you know I as one with anguish?
Didn’t you feel me in your heart?
Didn’t you know that I as struggling? My only wish 
Is to be with you…pound to the rhythm of the drums that pound repetitively in my head minutes after midnight…breaking apart …drifting away in the death cart

Didn’t you feel my love tonight, baby? 
You’re as blue as the sinuous, despairing sea…
I’m the waves of emotions...please don’t pity me  
I didn’t know how to help you; but, that’s nothing new
I, as well, have lost my other shoe…but my happiness is as fresh and true as morning dew
I still feel for you…oh don’t be blue…or sick with the love flu 
Though I’m one with anguish…I’m the color black…white is what I lack…I’m the darkest hue of grey…boohoo…I was never apart of his crew…or her crew  

My condolences to you for losing your boyfriend… I feel bad for you…sadly…
I’m one with anguish…I feel your bleakness blanket over me w-wistfully 
Please…please hand me your love-kerchief, I don’t want your money, your fame, your success or your exhilaration…
I just want you… to spread your wings, like a bird, taking wing from on high for the very first time…soaring with triumph and anticipation


Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014


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IN THE GARDEN

Have you ever just sat in a flower garden, on a beautiful spring day?
By sitting in a flower garden, you can relax and watch the wonders of nature that surround you.
If you can sit still long enough you’ll get to see butterflies fliting among the flowers or maybe even a hummingbird darting about.
If you look closely, you might see some interesting bugs moving about on their daily business or even an earthworm pushing his way up out of the ground.
If you’re adventurous enough, take off your shoes and feel the cold dirt between your toes.
Pull up some weeds and feel the strength of the roots not wanting to let go of their hold on the ground.
Flower gardens and veggie gardens are wondrous places if you take the time to enjoy them.


Copyright © Karen Ann Gagnon | Year Posted 2016


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EVERY INCH IS A MILE

Earthworm creeps along,
recent rains invite it to explore
the wonders of the outdoors,
a robin eyes the early morning
morsel with its slithering and segmented 
movement while circling above its prey,
every inch is a mile for the worm
as it reaches an oaken bucket on the
saturated ground while its feathery hunter 
swoops down for its early morning carnivorous feed,
the worm with its cilia senses an opening 
underneath the old and misshapen bucket
as it hides from its predator----another typical
day for the early worm.


Copyright © Sonia Walker | Year Posted 2016


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My Faith in Me

My faith in me
Have made vast changes to my dream
I shall never be again who I am
But who he meant for me to be
A pilgrim whose nomadic days are o'er

I did not come saturated like a tree
Behind whose walls the incessant engines hum
Cracking water on the processing line
Churning marketable products out of light
I did not come saturated like a tree

My faith was a pounding hammer on my temple door
My mind was rock hard plastered against such a storm
I did not know worldly reason could make such a wall
For I was just a memory of Babel's traditions scrawled
On the evening news like old newspaper
On the evening news the old newsmaker
Identity was then just Babel's muckraker

Yet I was obsess with queries
For that an earthworm outlived God's image was not right
And reptiles that would grow their tails again
And amoebas so immortal almost, and my fading sight
Things beyond the crucibles of all my pain
I needed to know why was I born if still I had to die
Faith was a rough boot against an heckling egg.

And yet it was a gift to me
Mailed to my querying address, a gift to cover nakedness
Where temple walls ill-suffice
The boundaries of my quest
And once I thought I took it like a tree
But now ever bending on my knees
I am an ancient sea
Composed of rivers, salt, and rain
And sunlight
Making me into atmosphere again.


Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2010


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four walls as mirrors

beheaded blame is constant
love is a crushed, ornamentated adjective to you
yet and still i am under you submissive to your rhythmic therapy

there was a time when i was a thorn searching for a bush
nowadays i am an earthworm looking to be part of a footprint in a neglected garden
yet and still i drink the flavored saliva of your passionate persona

i am proud to be a thief stealing snowflakes of happiness from honest presentations of bliss
i become a dense dunce cutting my finger at the point of the cap that causes migraines
yet and still i lick up the majestic masterpiece disguised as a brilliant secret in continuous bloom

fruitless flagellation performs as parallelism
forever is an interrogative interest descending to you
yet and still i manage to lie to myself and call myself stable, strong and able


Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2013


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Ode To The Earthworm


Worms are grisly,
quite abhorrent,
slimy, and a world apart from
style and character I'll warrant.

All they do is wriggle,
wiggle to distraction,
captured by the early bird
they're skewered to inaction

Yet they aerate the soil,
help in nature's grand design,
think I'll print a full retraction
they're not grisly, they're just fine!



Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2015


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A magpie

After a rainfall
A magpie sings and dances
And eats an earthworm!


Copyright © Asif Andalib | Year Posted 2011


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PLEASANT CHINESE SPAGHETTI

Pleasant Chinese spaghetti;
cooked to resemble
a yellowish smooth earthworm.
To it all children
cry to the hearing
of their mom.
Wow!


Copyright © UGWU CORNELIUS CHIDERA | Year Posted 2014


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earthworm ancient one

earthworm ancient one wears pants up under his arms.. karote black belt


Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012


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Reading Simic

I tried balancing a bowl of hot oatmeal on my lap and reading his poems in my tired and
worn, green chair.  

On the back cover of a collection, a reviewer wrote “Simic may end a poem with a kiss 
or a bludgeon. “ 
The reader will never know. 

Blackjack Fresno Johnny sent me a big box of books of Simic’s poems. The books were  sent
in a cardboard box inside of another cardboard box, thoughtfully packed. The address label
read:  
To Tom Pitre, Poet. 
It is my first affirmation as a poet.

I am always surprised when I read his work.  Sometimes I think I have my finger on his
secrets, and then it slips away when I read another one.  They are simple. He can write
about an earthworm in the mud, and you will be enchanted.


Copyright © Thomas Pitre | Year Posted 2008


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Why Most Chickens Don't Snore



Could there possibly be a single topic I haven't as yet explored The love life of the lowly earthworm Or why most chickens don't snore And have you ever considered this Why dogs and household cats Never wear off the shoulder evening gowns Nor do horses as a matter of fact Now that's absolutely outrageous But not quite as much as this Two ostriches locked in a warm embrace As they try to figure out how to kiss Another one for the books my friends A basset hound drinking beer Staggering around drunk outside a bar Grinning from ear to ear Okay okay I know what you're thinking What's in the coffee I'm drinking Six lumps of sugar, a squirt of cream And an unknown substance you're thinking Could there possibly be a single topic I haven't as yet explored Methinks that these pretty well sum it up Till I come up with a whole bunch more © Jack Ellison 2013


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013