Best Wriggled Poems
With no cover ups, let me be frank
At times my mind goes utterly blank.
When I sit down to write a poem
From topic to topic, my mind does roam
But nothing comes to spark off a rhyme
Often I feel the words do not chime
Today as I sat down to write something,
I ended up conjuring nothing.
No thoughts came to stir up my brain
And no topic I found- save my strain.
But I wasn’t ready to willfully give up
And waited impatient for my mind to clear up
I thought I shall settle with ‘Compassion’
But alas, it was charged with no passion.
The urge to write had grown into a fad
And I felt I was growing altogether mad
Feeling feverish with a compelling obsession
I was moving to a state of aggression
Driven by a fiery fancy to express
And a tormenting desire unable to suppress
With a mental state somewhat fierce
I climbed up and down the stairs.
I stood upside down and raked my head
So that a little poem, into it would be fed
Feeling dizzy, I stood suddenly upright
But on my head hung a heavy weight
I poured some water over my head
But knew my fever hadn’t fled
Madly pacing across the room
I tripped and fell down on a broom
Rising, I screamed with all my might
Making the household ring in fright.
‘What the hell is it?’ I did shout
And wriggled in pain as from gout
In mad frenzy, I ran round the house
No one knew the reason for my fuss
Soon it dawned on me that I needed some rest
For I was far more than stressed
So I sat down and closed my eyes
Thinking, attempting to squeeze out a poem is unwise.
I don’t know how long I sat in meditation
On waking up I got a fresh direction
From the grip of an entangling rigor
I restored my sanity and vigor
The sun had gone out of sight
And the moon was beautiful and bright
It was already growing late
And I put off my futile fight.
The Christmas when Santa got Fat
Kris Kringle rubbed his belly; he was feeling really hungry indeed
Mrs Claus had put him on a diet of what he felt was chicken feed
Brussel Sprouts and Lima Beans and lots of Spinach Green
Life’s unfair when you’re Santa Claus and still your wife is mean.
So what if he‘d piled on the pounds and his belly was very round
He could surely fit down any chimney without the slightest sound
Oh well he thought its Christmas eve , children would put out some snacks
Milk, Cookies and Candy Cane would put his tummy back on track.
He got into his silver sleigh and heaved a mighty sigh
Rudolph, , Prancer and Vixen waved to Mrs. Claus goodbye
He was really very hungry the clouds had begun to look like food
Then again if he asked his reindeers, they would be so very rude
They all agreed with Mrs. Claus, Santa was rounder in his seat
They hadn’t even let him carry his goodie bag of sweets
The last place on his list was the house of Jill and Joe
Aha he fit down the chimney and he heaved a mighty ho
He placed the doll and toy train right underneath the tree
He saw the milk and cookies and rubbed his hands in glee
He ate and ate the yummy snacks till his pants felt very tight
Cheerful now he began to feel Christmas Eve was a jolly good night
They he tried to climb up the chimney but heavens he couldn’t get back
He wriggled and squirmed but had to agree his middle was very fat
Rudolph, Prancer , Vixen he very softly called
You’ll have to pull get me out of here I can’t seem to move at all
The reindeers whinnied suspiciously what Santa felt was a nasty laugh
He now agreed sheepishly why his food had been cut down to half
They heaved and with a mighty yell, Santa came flying out
It was a good thing it was still midnight for no one had heard him shout
When they reached back home the reindeers gleefully recounted the tale
When he saw Mrs. Claus’ angry face, he began to get very pale
But when she gave her sweet belly laugh, Santa heaved a sigh of relief
It’s a good thing they got you out my dear before they thought you were a thief!
It’s a stricter diet for you this year before you revisit Jane and Joe
Or else instead of the chimney, you will have to ask to use the door!.
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 selling counterfeit tickets
To shows where no sensible grubs want to go
Warning churchgoing termites that these shows were a blight
On a class of weevil whose bite could be lethal
For marbleized moths drinking steaming Scotch broth
And sanitized beetles who had pins and needles
From sharing cold baths with nonsensical gnats
Watched by camp caterpillars strung out on painkillers
Sharing smokes with loud locusts who were very much focussed
On prostrate praying mantises with suspicious practices
Sam is a novice gardener who stamps on all ants
He doesn't like them near or crawling on his plants
Their Queen was angry and wanted revenge
For the ones that had fallen she wanted to avenge.
They planned to get inside and under Sam's clothes
Cover his whole body from his head to his toes
The queen gave her order for her ants to attack
Every inch of his body, every orifice and crack.
There were flying ant squadrons in groups of twelve
Soldiers in lines and a lone scout out by himself.
The others were preparing for a mass swamping
While Sam continued with his clomping and stomping.
They entered inside both trouser leg realms
These little feisty red insects, these hardcore rebels
From somewhere inside it was smelly and breezy
And their night vision eyes made navigation more easy.
Sam's legs were hairy and wiry, like a hot tangled jungle
With volcano like spots and some weird looking fungal.
They battled there way through, this united strong army
While Sam was going mad and looked rather barmy.
They bit, they chewed, they spat and tickled
Sam smacking himself as he wriggled and wiggled
At all times they were all on high red alert.
To avoid being splattered by this mad dancing berk.
These tiny ninja assassins crawled under his shirt
His four limbs wildly failing; he went completely berserk
Flying ants swooping and diving to created a distraction
Sam's reaction to their actions gave them great satisfaction.
He jumped, he hopped, he twice did the splits
They bit here and there, including his small naughty bits
His limbs in and out; the ants hokey pokey
Limbs moving so fast they felt hot and smelt smokey.
Sam screamed "I am sorry please leave me alone
My garden is yours and every ants home
I didn't know aphids left you a sugary sweet treat"
I surrender, I give up, I admit my defeat."
Harmony and peace, balance restored
Nothing is mightier than a little ants sword
Sam's body now healed, no more ants in his pants
But beware if you ever harm a red or black ant.
04.06.24
In a dreary mood, bent and broken,
With an ailment that crippled my life
I lay bedridden for many a month
With every muscle weakened by arthritis
And every nerve radiating the pain
Dull were the days and sore were the nights,
Time slouched on in mechanical beats,
Mind devoid of any buoyant thoughts,
Senses shut to every cheery throb of life,
I lay awake, day and night staring at the ceiling.
Never a smile lighted up my face,
Nor a gleam of hope brightened up my brain.
Inertia crept over from head to foot.
I had long lost my zest for life.
With my life sap drained out like an empty well,
All I felt was the burn of scalding drought.
Nothing could move my grief laden soul,
None could lift the weight off my back,
Embers of fire sparked from the anvil of my heart,
Heaves of sighs escaped my parched mouth,
I wriggled and writhed in unspeakable pain,
My spirits sank deeper into a slithery marsh,
I saw around only a thick pall of gloom,
Or was it a projection of my own self?
Anguish gnawed my nerves and sinews,
Flames of pain danced within my spine,
I felt my head wobbling and reeling,
And the heavy weight of lead all around my neck.
Felt being pushed down to abysmal depths,
And the octopus tightening its tentacles all around.
“Who on earth will set me free?
What on earth can lift me up?”
With thundering force, the question shook my weary self.
I sprang to my feet and broke the binding chains,
I found I was but in self – exile,
A captive entrapped within boundless space.
I saw the door opening to infinite lengths,
And the arched horizon looming larger than life,
Unbroken, I spread my wings and propelled up,
And darted through the clouds to distant shores.
Who would have thought, my life would change this way!
(Own Story)
(This is an old poem re entered)
In a dreary mood, bent and broken,
With an ailment that crippled my life
I lay bedridden for many a month
With every muscle weakened by arthritis
And every nerve radiating the pain
Dull were the days and sore were the nights,
Time slouched on in mechanical beats,
Mind devoid of any buoyant thoughts,
Senses shut to every cheery throb of life,
I lay awake, day and night staring at the ceiling.
Never a smile lighted up my face,
Nor a gleam of hope brightened up my brain.
Inertia crept over from head to foot.
I had long lost my zest for life.
With my life sap drained out like an empty well,
All I felt was the burn of scalding drought.
Nothing could move my grief laden soul,
None could lift the weight off my back,
Embers of fire sparked from the anvil of my heart,
Heaves of sighs escaped my parched mouth,
I wriggled and writhed in unspeakable pain,
My spirits sank deeper into a slithery marsh,
I saw around only a thick pall of gloom,
Or was it a projection of my own self?
Anguish gnawed my nerves and sinews,
Flames of pain danced within my spine,
I felt my head wobbling and reeling,
And the heavy weight of lead all around my neck.
Felt being pushed down to abysmal depths,
And the octopus tightening its tentacles all around.
“Who on earth will set me free?
What on earth can lift me up?”
With thundering force, the question shook my weary self.
I sprang to my feet and broke the binding chains,
I found I was but in self – exile,
A captive entrapped within boundless space.
I saw the door opening to infinite lengths,
And the arched horizon looming larger than life,
Unbroken, I spread my wings and propelled up,
And darted through the clouds to distant shores.
Who would have thought, my life would change this way!
(Own Story)
There was a young LADY called Brook
She knew every trick in the book
She pouted her lips
And wriggled her HIPS
Then asked you to pay for a look.
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I paid a visit to my grandparents house one Sunday afternoon
I heard grandpa having a bit of a grouse in the living room
I only want fifty pence , He said , For a lovely pint of beer
Grandma's face turned a shade of red that grandpa knew to fear.
but when he saw me standing there he thought he'd have another go
''Listen love its just not fair'', I've worked all week as you well know
My throat is parched , I'm very dry I've been all week down the pit
Gran said , ''you could make a glass eye cry but your still not getting it,
Then he took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly
I knew she'd fallen for his charms when she winked at me
Grandma said , ''ok you win '' taking fifty pence from her purse
Grandpa gave me a victorious grin then went to quench his thirst .
He returned a few hours later a little unsteady on his feet
He'd bought grandma a packet of peanuts which he gave her as a treat
They wriggled and giggled on the sofa as he gave her a lovely kiss
I will love them forever for leaving me memories like this .
WAITING FOR YOUR TENDERLY TOUCH......
Here i was mother within you,
feeling the warmth of your womb....
i tried to touch your soul within,
& made you cry even.
i kicked you to pain,
and wriggled in without any shame....
You saved me from every bad things,
and i enjoyed every bit of it within.
The moment you touched your womb,
knowing that u are touching me,
was the most desirable feeling,
as i knew that u were there to love me....
Indeed i now feel so sad,
why mother????? why did you show me the world,
even after knowing that it was so bad.
U kept me safe within you,
n i was not frightened ever.
but now i feel scared mother,
by seeing dose eyes full of terror.
Now since iv grown mother,
i can understand the worldly pains....
u brought me in this world happily,
but look mother your effort's all in vane.
m in the midst of this crowd,
were people are ready to kill.
and here i miss your tenderly touch......
i don't have you by my side mother,
there are bullets crossing ma head.
what have i done to them... i think,
why do they want my blood to be shed.
i miss you mother sincerely,
and miss your tenderly touch....
i promise mother i'll be good to everyone,
i promise that i'll not trouble you.
please make them stop mother,
they are making me scared ,
the sound of bullets are scaring me,
i fear that i wont be able to return back to you....
come mother come...
free me from these scary people,
i'm bleeding n full of wound....
give me that tenderly touch..
the warmth which i got in your womb.......
Just down the road, before that first hill
is where I learned to ride my bike
and took my first spill
Just down the road the old dusty school bus
picked me up, where Billy pulled my pig-tails
and made me blush
Just down the road in that field of clover,
under that big old oak
is where we buried my dog, that got ran over,
just down the road
Just down the road on that old wooden bridge,
Is the place my grandpa took me to fish
It wriggled it's way off my hook - I told Grandpa,
"I didn't want to look," as it swam away
Just down the road, late at night, is the place
my friends and I caught fire flies,
as they lit our walk back to our house,
where we opened our jars and let them out
Just down the road past old man Squire's
Is where my car broke down with a flat tire
Old Man Squire helped me jack it up,
loaned me a spare - filled with air
Just down the road near that clear water creek
is the quiet spot where I would sit and think -
think about times like today - things, I wish
I could say, wish I could be... that lay hidden
just down the road
Attracted by the different hues in glass bottles
My little daughter saw them lined on dad's table
An irresistible passion to savour their delight
Brought her in close proximity to dad
Sitting on his lap at meal times became a routine
Her eyes moved to his hands as he picked up his capsules
She parted her lips with a hope it would be popped
In her mouth too as he did with whatever he ate
Disillusioned that the green, red and yellow shades remained
Mirages to a child learning names of attractive colours
Next noon she toddled up the table when none were within view
And grabbed a bottle with the brightest red and wriggled down
Sadly the bottle slipped, crashed and the floor glowed with its ruddiness
One wail but her eyes sparkled, loudly babbling, 'Red, red, red!'
The next morn there were two rows of bottles spread on the table
Coloured gelatine capsules and tablets for old grandpa to recoup and restore
Chocolate gems in distinct tints for his grandchild to accompany him
But, it was grandpa's turn to open his mouth to feast on her tinged chocola's!
June 1, 2016
For Lewis Raynes
It used to be responsibility
was something Beth had wriggled from until
she dreamt, yet chose not to reveal, the prophecy
that blessed her life and gave her newfound will.
No longer was her life monotonous,
for not a moment did she waste of it.
And there was not a girl more generous.
Her transformation was the ultimate!
One day Beth went out (seeming frail)
to pick blueberries, never to return.
They found her body by her half-filled pail.
The reason for her death, we soon would learn. . .
A cancer with no cure began, they guessed,
around the time she’d said her life was changed to blessed.
June 27, 2021
for Charlotte Puddifoot's Contemporary Sonnet Poetry Contest
(Irregular syllable pattern; I hope that is one definition of contemporary)
Yarns and laughter once flowed through my father’s old chair,
With its smile shaped cushion that’s in need of some repair,
He laughed as he told his stories and reeled us with his charm,
As we wormy wriggled on his words with no fear or alarm.
He smiled with his eyes and blinked as the memories rose,
His tortoise shell glasses were perched wisely upon his nose.
Regal stories of yesteryear when he was in his prime,
For reasons lost or disregarded, now a shadow lost in time.
His smile made us happy as we sat and listened true,
Of friends he met, or grew up with, some we even knew.
Now the chair is silent, though its cushion tries to smile,
I hope to find a shadow there when I check once in a while.
Just memories fill the void where once laughter filled that chair,
With its smile shaped cushion that’s in need of some repair.
18th July 2013
Bright sparkling eyes and a gorgeous smile
the most beautiful rosy face that stands out a mile
brought into my life the most perfect little girl
i love her so much she completes my world
The first time she laughed when her teeth
came through tears rolled down my cheeks as
i whispered ''im so proud of you''
The expressions on your face never
fail to make me smile i like to take pictures
so i can look for a while, my heart melted
the first time you giggled, the first time i bathed
you you sat there and wriggled,
Who are u talking about i hear you gobbing
my fantastic niece no other than robyn
when you crawl, when you sit there and play,
Robyn you never fail to amaze me i could watch
you all day,
As you grow up i'll always be there to miss
one single moment i would not dare
read this when your older and i hope
you understand
i'll be there every minute
just me and you hand in hand.
love auntie katie x x x
Looking at a tiny ant, I thought,
"Shall I kill thee or shall I not?"
When a mosquito my hand did bite,
I hit out at it in spirited spite,
Then from the corner of my eye,
I saw a cockroach saying 'Hi',
Exasperated, I threw up my hands,
Only to find a lizard in the stands,
As I shook my head in utter distaste,
A centipede wriggled past me in haste,
What was that - a chirping sound?
That must be the cricket going around,
And did that spider just laugh at me?
Of course, that's called "the eight-legged glee".
If only bugs could read and write,
I'd put up a board in black and white,
"Insects not welcome inside,
Go, find another place to hide."
But since they can't, I mope about
With a broom, trying to drive them out.
07/01/17