Blub Poems | Examples

Worm

Wiggle flop, wiggle flop
Rat a tat, rat a tat
The falling rain goes pitter pat
I’m not a rabbit, I can’t go hop
All I can do is wiggle flop 
Wiggle and squirm 
I’m only a worm, wiggle squirm 
I tried to be fish and say blub blub
But I almost became a fish’s grub
I tried to be a horse and prance
But I couldn’t dance or neigh
I almost got eaten like horse’s hay
So wiggle flop and wiggle squirm 
I can only flop because I am a worm   
I’ll stay in these puddles and watch the rain come down
I’ll dig in the dirt and stay golden brown

Dont bring flowers

Don’t insult me by leaving flowers when I’m cold,
Wrapped in earth unlived and old,
Something I can’t smell or hold, 
Might as well be crates of gold,
Just leave the flowers in the shop!

Don’t blub and weep and cast a rose,
Upon the casket where I’m froze,
Beneath the black and solemn crows, 
With whom I flew through ups and low’s,
Just leave the flowers in the shop!

Please, 
don’t repulse my soul by telling tales,
As hades winds push through the sails,
You weren’t there when I came off the rails,
But as my heart lay on the scales,
Now, 
here you are, 
top hat and tails,
Just leave the flowers in the shop!

Don’t lie through phony gritted teeth,
Sprinkle soil or lay a wreath,
I preferred a sword out of the sheath,
As it was in life, 
So, 
I bequeath,
Just leave the flowers in the shop!

Don’t pen a heartfelt note and sigh!
Or smudge mascara round your eye,
You, 
who’d gladly crucify,
Any random passer-by,
Honestly, 
don’t even say goodbye,
Just leave the flowers in the shop!

Hurtin' Songs

Someday, someone will bring back de Blues
Crying songs of yesterday
When we were young
When no better than de hurting songs were sung
Heartbreak caused us all to bruise

Someday, another Billie Holliday will rise up
A Bessie, Howlin’ Wolf, and Bobby Bland
Ella belting from de heart
Their deep-down message from de start
Blip, blub-a-do, wop, bip-bop a ‘bup.

written September 9, 2021

My Poetic Addiction -A 7 Full Alliteration Haiku Chain

blub big blue blazing 
bedazzling boisterous 
brilliant beacon bright

pulsar pulsates  
projecting prominently
pinpoint precisely 

quixotic quasars
quintillion quarks quirkiness
quantum quintessence

wind whirl waves
watery whirlpool
wreckage washed-up

whimsical weasel
waterfall weathered willow
wilderness walk 

zoo zebra zip
zealous zoologist
zeal zen

villas villages
vestige views valley vinca
vacation venues

Blue Stars

blub blue big blazing 
bedazzling boisterous 
brilliant beacon

Blue Stars Explosion

blub blue big blazing
bedazzling boisterous
brilliant beacon

bright beaming blinding
blustered bloated behemoth
bang banished

brighten bloom beckons
behind black basin
bemoaning

Blub Blub Squish

One little jellyfish swam quite free
Swishing and gurgling capriciously
With the hiccups it seems
Propelling his jet streams
Back and forth simultaneously

Two tiny seahorses swam in place
Gawking at jellyfish face to face
One said "NO!" does he know
There's a shark at his toe
Ready to gobble him for a taste!



August 4, 2019

Behind Nature's Smiles

Come and see around the world
How nature is embellished with unity
How it enshroud from us its nudity
Their true aberration furled

But don't you see them cling thro' arduosness?
Look at the sky: clouds flock against the blustering wind
With mountains, they kiss with kind
But behind their scenic smiles is forlonnness

And the scrambling trees of the forest?
Everyone contending its dear space
But don't they bulwark just in case-
The wind extortion deprives them of rest?

Same to the beautiful gliding birds
The forcible winds halt their forward motion
But out of this they'll sing songs of emotion
And from their melodies we methodise our words

The earth is severely scoured by roaring rains
Its layers consumed by the hungry streams
But still it stockpile meals to the brims
And with crambling terra t'still carries cranes

Again sea surfs blub for discrete land
As the sun mourn against her daily rob of sleep
The sky cleave to its timeous rains with no slip
All these are nature; sad but we'll little understand

Gristle Stew

Assorted spine bones and a hundred pieces of cartilage and rivets— suspended in the thickest darkest purplest jello. Encased in a leather tube; more like trapped. Grinding and crackling as I twist and turn this dolorous wreck to see what the black horizon has for me. Crackle, crackle, snap. I wanna know what you’re doing. I wanna know what you’re doing….  As I climb these rickety stairs that are nowhere near as rickety as the machinery in my cocked and crumbling knee sockets. Crackle, crackle, snap and grind— as I climb to the top where I can finally relax and shed this tattered hide; these hackneyed rags. Eaten and spit out by daemons and moths. Let me stretch and sprawl out in my very own regal acid bath. Melt this decrepit skin and this curdled jello— Dissolve this pile of splintered bones and cartilage in your cauldron of burning eternity: the only thing that I have ever worshiped. Blub, blub, tssssssssssssssss….

Sequential Love

First time thou opened thy eyes, 
thou started to cry,
First time thou stood on thy feet,
Fell on clay, when assayed to fleet,
Thou first day of the school,
Sojourned puling on the stool,
First ever exam of thy life,
Graphite refused to write,
Numerous first times when thou tried, 
still couldn't ride,
But thou hast never given up, strived again,
& cemented thy reign,
Then why should thou quit, if thou failed in first love?
Indeed Thou won't hold gloomy memories & blub,
Love is everywhere & will be eternally,
Until thou succeed, just give it a whirl sequentially .......

What Does the Fox Say

Creeping slick as silk
Crimson foxes scour the night
Like screaming banshees.

Mom and pups scatter
Like fluffy roaches fleeing
When we peek outside.

Blub...

What Does the Fox Say

mouse’s new play mate
squeaks a lot, but doesn’t quack. . . 
my rubber ducky

rub a dub ba dub
five fish swimming in my tub. . . 
blub blub blub blub blub

reindeer on my roof
my puppies try to warn me. . . 
woof! woof! woof! woof! woof!

It isn’t the sound 
you need to worry about. . . 
*when elephants toot!

moo! The cows cried out
but cows can’t make the “v” sound. . . 
they crashed into me!

when birds sing tweet tweet
they need to realize that
cats are hearing “treat!”

out on my front lawn
lying silent and lifeless. . . 
*the frog that had croaked

clever little fox
whatever it is you say. . . 
I got nothing for ya!

*For my non-American friends who may not know 
The lingo, “toot” also means “to fart” and “croak” has
the slang meaning “to die.”

Per request of Scat A., my favorite sound in the song 
“What Does the Fox Say” is BLUB!!!” Just Love how
it comes out when I speak it!

The Earth Child

I’m back from the aborted time
Where mother earth’s womb foiled me an innocent prime
A crime precipitated with tears of revenge on my carefree mondaine,
Again I’ve come, ushered by thunderstorms and hurricanes
 
Descending with spleen of capitulating rage from above                                     
Where I had seek castrated-justice from people who know not love,
My angered tears are tattooed. Henceforth, ye’d find my sweets bitter.
Imperiled and mutilated on surgeon’s blade, my spirit groans and quiver, while hers glitters
 
Her joy of motherhood quakes with the sound of my blub at the doomy sands
When sweats of sorrows and heavy downpour ferries me to the midlands;
Oh my arrival, she’d be filled with a painful smile, a tragedy of happiness!
She’d wish she never pulled that plug out of coyness.
 
Again, heaven dims its light as one of its kind depart
Downwards. I’m the earth child, the wailing nipper with no heart!   




My own version of 'Abiku' written by J. P. Clark

Light Blub and the Candle

Candle: "You think your so bright."

Light Blub: "I'm supposed to be that way."
    but at least I don't go out, everytime
a breeze blows in."

Candle: " Hey I been here longer
  than you."

Light Blub: "Edison invented me, who
  invented you."?

Candle: "Don't really know for sure,
   but I have been around longer."

Light blub: "You already said that."

Candle: "I get so mad, everytime
someone says, they have an idea,
they compare it to a light blub."

Light blub: "Who else."

Candle: "When the power goes out,
we're the first things people reach
for."

Edison: "Listen here you two, you
both serve a purpose and are needed
very much, don't you see."

Light blub: "He's right, I'm
   sorry candle"
  Candle: "Your forgiven, light blub,
so am I."

wrote 4-11-07

Wise Men

"what if this is as good as it gets?"
said the wise man to the fool.
"now now, don't get hasty: let's...
just talk: put down that tool!"

"hush hush dear sage it's only wood
oh don't you sob and blub
my idea of getting good
is to brain you with this club"

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