Best Wiggling Poems
Wiggling Waves and Other Observations
Wiggling waves reaching like tall grass,
Summertime’s warning to wear shoes,
Little stubbed toes from bare flip flops,
Tears, scrapes, little ones’ blues.
Searing sidewalks too hot for pups’ paws,
Compassion let’s a walk miss this day,
Steering wheels blistering, electricity soaring,
Rob a bank to get power bills paid?
Summer winks, reminds us of cold winds,
Ice covered streets, wraps, frost bitten toes,
Windows to scrape, shovels of snow,
So no matter which way the wind blows,
Dream of the other one, write a poem,
To the undulating earth, its extremes, its glory,
Give thanks in the middle of wherever you are,
Thanks for the Old, Old Story.
Tanned by the summer sun
Laughing because life is young
Five boys just want to play
During the summer holiday
Race your bikes through the park
Avoiding the junkyard dogs' bark
Chasing fireflies in the dark
Vacation is best when it starts
Swimming at the local pool
Make that pose looking cool
The girls would laugh and look away
Dive in the pool splash and play
See all the movies that they made
Everyday is a matinee
Play a little ball show your skill
Hope the girls notice your kill
Grill that meat eat outside
Now this is summer alive
When the day gets too hot
Slurping slurpees you bought
Throw the frisbee with the dogs
At the creek catching frogs
Some days just lie around
This is how summer is found
Hanging on the monkey bars
Daring to see just how far
You can hold and not let go
Everyone laughs as I wiggle my toes
Fifty toes a wiggling
Five friends a giggling
Summers are swell
With friends you are real
Johnny was the first to move
Then Tommy left it hurt our groove
Derrick found a girl he craved
Paul just lost his way
Those four summers with us five
Where the best of being alive
Childhood friends as thick is blood
So goofy we ate mud
Through the years I look back
Regretting that we lost track
Wondering what became of them
My childhood summer friends
Yet I smile with a laughing heart
From memories that never depart
Inside my soul I giggle
Tired arms jiggle
So my toes I wiggle
Tommy laughs and falls
Johnny next then Paul
Derrick strong with one hand tickles me
I fall laughing and relieve
Derrick seem to always win
Never could get the best of him
We pal around
Monkey bar clowns
Fifty toes a wiggling
Five friends a giggling
I wish I could go back again
Hanging out with my summer friends
Chasing the stars we could fly
I never could say good bye.
As I am writing down these words, they bounce and wobble off the selected path.
I am so frustrated with these spellings, I would pin them down if I could.
I grasp my pen harder, as if that could do anything to snatch up these naughty words.
I can hear them giggling, and they roll right off the page! I then throw my self to the
ground in exasperation. I search for them, for I know they are hiding nearby.
As I catch one, I catch them all; for they are linked together in a sentence.
I grin at my successful conquer of the little irritants, and slap them down on the page.
They make a good line. And then they begin to wiggle…
touched it, its fingerprints.
couldn’t hug it - too wide.
pressed against it. hiked
up my leg, to reach a limb.
limber, i’m not
nowadays. my wrinkled cage
engages my imagination.
i branch out. thick
is the umbrella - the sun rays
peeking through.
bug-eyed, my grandson
can’t reap the benefits.
he sees every wiggling
and wing. such appeared
aft of my childhood.
either that
or i wasn’t wearing
a magnifier.
i still see four birds
out on a limb -
unafraid, angelic.
they’re either courageous
or unaware.
Wiggling with pure happy
Enjoying a mud puddle more than ever before
Squealing and barking
Prancing and stamping
Light hearts making merry like puppies can
Uninhibited, untethered, unrestrained.
I watch from my window spot
Hidden behind a lace curtain
Vicariously enjoying the experience
She has not forgotten, she will never forget
Being six, and loving her puppy like this
She watches with mirth in her heart, glad to give them this.
Whispers crying;
Caveat twix tween dead winter and lively spring;
there's a voice in The Dark
Hollow dark chirpings
of crawling worms
Being eaten by swollen birds
Screaming are the crawling squirming worms
1/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021