Best Snail Poems
you crawl the wicked shoreline
looking to begin
in sea-snail-soft surrender
curled on fours ~
courting the soprano’s sorcery
while skin of sky remains
chained to the esoteric externa
aching amidst love’s veins
caressing the curvaceous
corners ~ my clawed constant,
O perfect panacea
the pulse that throbs
in sync with
sage thunder ~
write to my soul
speak to the inner sibyl
tell my quiescent quill ~
I am right
you belong to the
deep prophetess poetry
of my heart tonight
reveal
the life-lane
receive
the addictive potion …
I know the tantalizing
terminology ~
the art of romanticizing rain
to tranquilize the fears
between petal-kohl clouds
turning vulnerability into
verses voluptuous
for I face the
heat of saffron stars
like a black dahlia
longing to be traced
without a word
to be learned as the
law of arced lines
I shall crown you king
in valleys of vibrance
where vines harmonize
my silhouette’s silence
igniting twilight limbs
pleading to obey
the river’s rhythm ~
fingers f l o w i n g
into warm interstellar field ~
trust, flagged and inked
like vertical vibratos …
Slug or Snail
Slow you trail
The slimy path you leave
upon bark or rail
or along my pail
Glue from your tail?
Ah bind my mail?
Be my pet not pet peeve
Don't crawl up my sleeve.
Go mark some leaves.
Don't glue my nail!
How do I guess your emotions?
You never smile or wail
To thy Creator
I whisper, all hail
This is the tale of Sandy the snail...
Who always wore her hair in a ponytail...
She was different from others and I’m sure you’ll agree...
As her colors were bright neon fluorescent green you see...
She wasn’t content just moving slow...
She wanted to run like a Marathon Pro...
Up early each morning...
When the Sun arose...
She did pushups, pull ups and touched her toes...
Alas... it was then she realized this was futile...
As everyone knows...
If she had feet, she would be more mobile...
Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh, my.
Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh why?
Lions and Tigers and Bears are not really all that scary to me,
When we read the facts about other animals in tropical forests, and under the sea.
We should change the song to this little tune:
Puffer Fish, Golden poison dart frog and the tsetse fly, oh my.
Puffer Fish, Golden poison dart frog and the tsetse fly, oh why?
These little creatures are as scary as the cone snail which is no cartoon.
The cone snail has a hypodermic-like needle with venom, shaped like a harpoon.
So if you see a cone shell, on a beautiful beach,
Remind yourself it may be alive, before you reach.
If you are in a rain forest, and you see the cutest little golden frog hopping through,
Know before you pocket it that it weighs less than an ounce, but has enough poison to kill you.
The golden poison dart frog could take you out, and nine of your favorite fellow travelers too.
The toxin, which comes out of her sweet little skin,
could show you all what a mood she is in.
The puffer fish is clumsy, and slow, and cannot readily hide.
But his toxins are more deadly than twelve hundred spoons of cyanide.
Lions, tigers, and bear, oh my.
Better them than the puffer fish, golden dart frog, cone snail, and the tsetse fly.
humid trail of life
over dry words and numbers -
snail on a tombstone
11/20/2019
A Nature Themed Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5
i once knew a slimy snail
who had a great big fat tail
he had a mighty push
from his enormous tush
speeding down his gooey trail
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Cute Little Sea Snail
From this cute little shell,
you made your home.
You take it with you,
wherever you roam.
So lovely as it is,
it is also so sad.
There is only room for one,
No husband, no wife, no mother, nor dad.
And when your children come to sup
Where shall the Hors d’Oeuvres go?
There’s no room to dine,
And no hanging place for photos to show.
“Are you lonely,” is my question to you.
Because when visiting hours are over without a clock that chimes
You take your welcome mat and leave
And you leave nothing behind.
by Martin Braun
January 5, 2024
Spirit guide from above,
reveal the ways of love.
Tell me, my guardian snail.
Son, don't ever worry
or be in a hurry -
know that true love will prevail.
Stan the Snail even has his own coloring book at https://www.amazon.com/Stan-Busy-Snail-Gail-DeBole/dp/B09MDVQLTR!
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Poem written by Gail DeBole on 4/30/2013 and updated on 10/2/2018
Transit System
The underside of a gutter guard
Moved for mowing...
Destination - 7 feet away from home.
Stan the snail hitches a ride.
Amusement Park Ride
Clinging to the garage door
As it moves upward.
Clinging to the garage door
As it moves downward.
Stan the snail waits for a second ride.
Dangerous Adventure
Secretly hanging off the boy's pant leg.
Stan ends up in a heap of dirty clothing.
Targeted for the deadly washing machine.
Stan the snail crawls away from a poisonous death.
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Stan the Snail's Bucket List - First Item
Hey Mr Snail, Mr Snail, Mr. Snail
I want to check my mail, Mr. Snail, Mr. Snail.
Snail rolled his eyes; he was tired of this bug.
Give me a ride, she said, and I will give you a little hug.
I am tired of this harassment, he told her, so the answer is no.
I have never asked for a ride before she said, tickling his toe.
Then who does? He asked her, thinking it was her all along.
She began to sing about her sister, an unflatteringly long song.
So Mr. Snail gave in, for the hundredth time that week.
And the sly lady bug gave her sister a wink and a peek.
They were always checking the mail, they checked it every day.
Just to see if Mr. Snail was still as easy as he was yesterday.
Each morning without fail,
I see my little,brown-shelled snail,
Plodding along with his home on his back,
Leaving a long, tiny, silver track,
I think he likes blazing a trail.
Stan even has his own coloring book on Amazon.com at https://www.amazon.com/Stan-Busy-Snail-Gail-DeBole/dp/B09MDVQLTR!
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Poem written by Gail DeBole on 10, 2015 and updated on 6/18/2018
Stan the Snail wished for a ride
On a turtle before Stan died
With his antenna intact
And the wind at his shell's back
He'd relax while enjoying the stride.
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Stan the Snail's Haiku
Stan the Snail's To Do List
Stan the Snail's Point of View
frost shivers the grass
on the doormat, a snail leaves
a gift of silver
Consider the humble, brown snail
He's only a head and a tail
No fingers or toes
Yet, there it goes!
Just follow its shiny, bright trail.
A snail and a rabbit,
Had a competition called,
The tortoise and the hare,
The rabbit a show off,
Look at my competition,
Ha ha ha,get outta here,
But the snail showed no fear,
Bam,the starters gun,
Starting blocks cleared,
But no matter how the rabbit ran,
The snail found second gear,
The rabbit hits over-drive,
In the distant he disappears,
But every time he stops to rest,
Abra-ka-dabra the snail appears,
50 meters from the finish,
He hears spectators cheer,
And to his disbelief,
A snail being thrown in the air,
Won't tell you the snail secret,
Give my word till death I swear,
Now the rabbit lives in a barrow,
Mocked by his friends he lives in sorrow...
*moral*
Lifes' race is not for the swift,
But for who makes plans and endure it....