Best Larva Poems

larva- butterfly 
begining- passing away
helpless palmistry...

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"The Silkworm’s Birthday"





Mulberry leaves flutter in the breeze
Kookaburra brave Joker bluffs a sky blue breast 
Drops one feather for a quill, a song hidden in...

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clove cinnamon for simon&dunkin tuna for garfunkel.
wobbly looped spindles, hums tunes  "holy mackerel".
silent whispers alluring hoarding ajar.
more candid topics, endorsed by chet choppock.
overtime blenders...

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While drowning in a sea of sadness
I drowned a sea of sorrows inside me.
From the pools of ebony
I emerge anew as...
    ...

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caterpillar

                 green, young

 crawling, metamorphosing, molting

larva, silkworm, vertebrae, gossamer

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March flower daffodil, canary yellow, a single bloom with the vernal equinox
Aquamarine birthstone, gift thyself a ring this birthday, wrapped in a jewel box
Romans marched...

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A is for Ant, tiny but stout, they can lift fifty times their own weight,
B is for Bee, reaps nectar for honey; may opt to...

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Caterpillar
Segmented, Colorful
Crawling, Nibbling, Hiding
Larva, Cocoon, Wings, Freedom
Fluttering, Landing, Pollinating
Pristine, Delicate
Butterfly



By: Greg Stanley
For Brian’s “Sixes and Sevens” Contest...

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Batman had some guests who outdid their stay
By making a muddle with their foul play

Robin was first, yet his diet of late
Were larva and worms...

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English version by Liviu Martinescu

- a solo nijuin renku -

waves covered in wind
in our blood the salt of the sea
is seeking the shore

autumn clouds scattered
by...

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"The Emperor’s New Clothes"

We write about beliefs
our prayer flags flying 
like chrysallis books on a branch 
of those higher deities we trust, 
submerged, we are...

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The late night storm rushed into the valley,
Pouring down, 
Creating the sleepy ambiance only a mountains lull can provide.  
The crisp damp air crackles...

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I wish I can go back , to where it all began.
   I should have said something,  I should have taken a...

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falling back-boyhood
from butterfly to larva
the dark blue mourning...

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While waiting but not watching for the sun to set, perhaps the bullfrogs are creating the shadows with their croaks, my friend screams out because...

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