Best Grubs Poems

October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home
through an autumn-burnished churchyard -
copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone -
a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm,
college folder square-sturdy in my hand.
In the moment. In the last pale pulse of sun.

Hey, can you tell me...?
I halt. I turn...

Cold earth. Colder blade dimpling...

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Here are butterflies that skip 
Dull steps of metamorphosis
No isolation in coocoons
No gorging grubs like fat balloons
 Pure genesis on snow kissed  flowers
Comes with no imperiled hours
Their slow, eternal life begun
Beneath a pink pearlescent sun
Reflecting tints from rainbows born
With pastel lights of endless dawn...

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A light wind gently rocks our sailboat as
breezes begin to pick up on the sun drenched dock. 
Cable wires rap and tap upon the mast as
daylight filters thinly through the clouds. 
Egrets begin to peck around the gangway
foraging for scraps from bugs or grubs. 
Great...

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I await your coming
for the flowers are blooming and the grass is high…
lilac branches still bare and shivering
in the laggard lion’s breath of March
they await your kiss, Monarch of summer.

purplish buds
sprout from gray lilac branches --
daffodils bloom

Though all the tulips are gone
having served as desert...

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Some conspicuous lice met once or twice  
With white follicle mites who came out at night
And an upside down tick who did magic tricks
That entertained maggots who shared roasted haggis
With pole dancing worms who wriggled and squirmed
Under Chinese mosquitos munching burpy burritos
Chasing cobwebby crickets...

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She was an estranged angel 
On the backbone of a boar 
She never put her hair up 
Was a missile without a war 
She broke a wild stallion 
With the motion of her hips 
She stifled a chameleon 
With the color of her lips 
She...

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Beetles, most likely, felled the giant.
A gruesome deterioration,
of a quiet magnitude,
ravaged inward.
Until, in the cold night,
root structure surrendered
from hardened ground,
to a misery of horizontal dust.
And where once the domain of birds,
was glorified above,
now gives shelter to ants and grubs.
Golden bark breathes no more.
A deathly gray...

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This is my modern English translation of Paul Valéry's poem “Le cimetière marin” (“The graveyard by the sea”). Valéry was buried in the seaside cemetery evoked in his best-known poem. From the vantage of the cemetery, the tombs seemed to “support” a sea-ceiling dotted with...

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Dear Alan Titmarsh, how are you.

I do hope you and everyone else, enjoyed themselves at the do.

If you are ever in Ruddington,could you please give me a hand.

I’m trying so hard to create a garden, with a matchbox sized piece of land.

I don’t seem to...

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A post from the past.....just trying to put down all the ones I have written but deleted when I left the site for a while......this is almost too long, but I couldn't find which animal or insect to eliminate.....

Gardens attract a number of guests,
Some are...

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Daylily casualty
Robins flocking in the yard
Purification


***I lost a daylily to grub worms and the Robins love grubs and worms. The last two days the robins have been all over my yard eating worms and grubs.....poetic justice!!

One year when I was a child I was walking...

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There's weeds in my
garden I can't use a
ho(e)
The man who could
pull them don't care
no mo

The ****'s overgrown
I might need a plow
But it's waited so
long that it's no
use now

When we planted the
thing we both shared
the work
Then one day I
looked up and said,
"Where is that
jerk?"

My back started
aching,...

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I can tolerate most any grub that is placed upon my plate,
Though I must be somewhat selective so as to control my weight!
I love a juicy New Yawk steak and taters with a slab of cherry pie,
'Cause I'm strictly a meat and taters sort of...

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As I sat in my room on a stormy night,
something startled me with such a fright!

Through a crack in the door of my private domain, 
came a screech as high-pitched as brakes on a train. 

I caught a glimpse of a reflection in my closet...

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* * * NOT HEADED FOR A CONTEST * * *


Jolly Holly wanted nothing more than to fish
In her entire life, she had made only one wish
All I need is a boat
One that will stay afloat
She had never been described as a sexy dish

Holly had...

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