Best Wriggles Poems

Awake through afternoons and ageless nights,
the poet waits for a muse to sneak.
His brumous mind reminisces,
frantically exploring a galaxy of words.
He looks for a lofty mountain hiding in the fog.
He looks for a crimson fireball hiding in the ember.

Wriggles out of the cocoon, 
in swirls...

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Song of the Four Seasons 2-16-24
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Song of the Four Seasons

Jagged steel gray skies
Compose barren bough sculptures
Midnight days, Orion nights
White fire crystal symphonies.

Spring wriggles adagio toes,
Sunbeams thaw tuneless meadows,
Daffodils dream yellow melodies
Blossoms burst fragrant ballads.

Downbeats of summer rainstorms
Silver sonatas of moonlight
Heat rises in crescendos,
Cool waves soothe...

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8. Transformation

Yielding to those who have mastered the art
Of grasping one's place in existence's grand scheme
Life’s constant challenges never depart
But humble diligence will grow the dream

In passing from childhood to adulthood
Innocence to responsibility
Firm new role can be grasped and understood
In life, pain’s inevitability

A mother birthing...

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A QUEST TOUCHED BY HEAVEN

Treading towards an immortal search
  a mortal soul stood begins the quest.
Crossing deep sea and burning desert sand
  down the wild and civilized land,
soul driven by zest will so grand.

Right and left battle: a door to growth and anguish
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I like it when she talks
I like the way her hands fly through the air, animating, orchestrating a ballad of colourful characters, each word coupled with a swoop or sway or swing or charade.
I like the way her face vivifies as she speaks;
I like the...

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the emptying of a mind, into the ether  
all that was contained suddenly skywards  
always to be firmly rejected by gravity  
     we have to live with the fallout
well someone does

truth ruins the illusion of necessity
spittle ruins the...

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Ah, ‘Love’! a lover’s repeated mantra!
I see me mutter it, just now, very now.
Sigh I high, a busy, burning furnace,
scrolling lines with aching, grieving woes;
she, a charmed worm, wriggles, snorts,
while floating on a fluffy, velvety cloud.

Is this repeated mantra pricier like a jewel: 
a sapphire,...

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I prepare myself for a deep relaxing bath
but that dratted spider was out to have a laugh

As I pour scented bubble bath into the water
Spidey climbs the wall  - he’d also bought his daughter*!

He raises a spindly leg as if to wave hello
that pesky...

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at times the soul gets clenched
in an unspeakable grief
in a demoniac grip, it chokes and wriggles
the pain of being stung by a dozen scorpions
or hacked piece by piece by an axe
tremulous grows the heart, over love that is spent
seeks in vain to revive the joy...

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Are you searching for a dragon, oh wee one on the sand,


          In amidst those grainy details that sparkle in your hand -


             ...

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Written: November 04, 2023, For Jaymee Thomas Contest
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Reflecting on this rip-roaring round adventure,
Gazing into the depths of our bound venture.
Conscious of the interactions found in nature, 
There...

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My mother puts on her royal attire
To do the rain dance of a princess,
But her feet are barren,
For it no longer rains like before.

Years ago, I watched mother dance,
Her fingers plucking moon petals,
And dropping them on my sleepy eyelids
While I laughed in pleasure
On iridescent nights...

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"Pearl Diving" (Part 1)

He had wondered where to put his Quill
the ink pots were all dry
he lived in his little world
in the mountains somewhere up near the sky;
he was seeking a new story in the Winter of his life
he was done with  making any...

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Tattered clobbered thoughts streaming to winged dusts,
spiral spasms tremble amid weary sounds.
The festal moods swing dreary interludes,
visions ache release with defloration--

throaty cries heightens the greedy man's lust.
He longs to possess the murmur of blood
from naked images throbbing desires,
it surges -- tinged to his cerebellum.

Dark libertine...

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Neath shimmered strings of starlight’s breeze, crepuscular in night
on trodden soil he lay with slumbered eyes.
Lashed to oak, his chestnut mare in dream just out of sight
snaps free as lightning flashes; flares the skies.

Bounds to foot with double stride; yet late his capture earns
a feeble...

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