Can Of Worms Poems - Poems about Can Of Worms

Truth comes in one golden droplet you can wait for days -weeks or a lifetime for it to appear in a dustbowl of faithlessness and doubt... You wait like a blind baby bluebird but mom only brings a rubber worm. Eventually the sweet droplet meets the soul's red parched beak songs are sung in hues of golden love everything bathed in...

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Worm sliding round back of house, Met, by chance, tiny soft mouse, "How's all that dating stuff? Dating the one is enough, Worms stood the test of time, Power to all our slime! Worm love keeps us forever young, Hermaphrodites have the most fun!"...

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Blue worm eased into his warm tea bath with love The balmy weather was as lovely as the sky above He soaked his tail, and he drank a bit of ale A worm who was used to a sauna, without fail...

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Maggots and worms, maybe snails look forward to them after death Consider that whenever you take a deep breath ...

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T’was a bone-chilling night, the stars twinkled high, Echoing the sorrow that swelled in mine eye. The high queen, suspended on her frigid throne, Judging me harshly as I stand alone. The night mist descends like a funeral pall, Cascading down and consuming all. Upon this hill, in sepulchral embrace, Lies the cold stillness of thy pallid face. “Despicable Death—thou wicked, cunning knave, Hast...

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A fish stood up in AA. Oh boy, what he had to say! " Hi. I'm Mister Yearns, Stay away from worms, I got hooked after one day!"...

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the ripe red elite tomato made a sweet slice decay and mold nowhere, it truly was nice. garden knew it was the tomato’s time to reign fat juicy intrusive tomato worm plead insane carrots sat by watching as silently as sheep their alarm bells going off, but not very deep garden crone came by and cast a freshness spell you decide if...

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Tom tom drums call men unto war The Euphrates dries in preparation Of a Third world war as Gog and Magog Start a Cataclysmic war that unchecked Will lead to an outright world war Russia is on the offensive in arms against A colleague of the Russian federation By name Ukraine is daily bombarded Carpet bombing NATO names it As they western powers...

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I saw a great many worms today As they came out in the rain to play. I said, “in this party, don’t partake - You are making a big mistake.”...

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Like a feather, flaky and light, Suspended in the air against the golden hue---- With blades of lemon grass beneath, tall and sharp You burst forth in my mind, Spilling colors of ecstasy In the aching heart. Like a story untold, unwritten, unsung--- You stream a melody of once upon a time. A glimpse of you, splash liquid delight. And send thousands of...

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A photograph of us tucked into an old paperback. We took the book to Rome long ago. I left it on a bus. Most likely it has been destroyed, by riffling thumbprints. Paper rots, the bus recycled into, spoons and helmets. The book was once a romantic novel, now it’s a ghost story. Book worms rewrite history - a very natural process. ...

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See them crawling out of the mound walking in a straight line, one set is going to East, the other to the West, carrying little particles of food in their mouth and moving with rapid speed. They stop and greet each other on the way and I am always curious about what they...

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After the rain I started to smell them They have a distinct odor, not a fragrance I had to walk carefully, as to not squash them They were squirming on the sidewalk and in the grass Night crawlers, giving me nightmares some nights...

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O, the little, green worm. Why, o, why do you squirm And wriggle all about? Beneath the wild flower, 'Tis no April shower Raining down the tin spout. Is it the olde robin When he goes a' bobbin'? Just listen to him shout! O, the little, green worm. Don't you scamper and squirm, And don't you nary pout. A sweet song, hear him sing, Telling...

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One day with my own self, such peaceful hours The inner seas make music as they roll And in the ground the worms air roots of flowers The rain comes down in cold but gentle showers Desiring to give moisture to all souls A symbol of the value of quiet hours In Northern hills we looked for ...

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