Long Earthworms Poems

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Premium Member Nature Knows Best

A flower shoots up through the gravel in the back yard

Enthused by persuasion of spreading seeds for dear life

Red petals applaud a scented splash of dissident colour

Among yellow clover converging in strides of plentitude

	The poppy marches on nevertheless

Like a thorn in conformist selection of dominant hues

She settles as a beacon of tolerance and loving exuberance

Unperturbed by fragrance of domination she tells her story

‘You are who you are’ she whispers and sways in the wind

	A nettle confers with butterflies and bees

They say that to encourage pollination of liberal thought

Migrants must be welcome to propagate tolerant views

Add kindness and a measures of love to wavering fields

‘Do not steal from the locals but give free tender touches’

	Inbreeding calls for a spot of difference

The blackberry hedge doesn’t mind who are her neighbours

As long as dead leaves and blossoms enrich sweet fertile soil

And the poet looks on in awe and appreciation of contrast

Words find place and time for a soul needs medley’s melange

	The fountain pen springs shades of shelter

Dandelion pleads for embracing peace for all sentient beings

‘I am not a weed’ she suggest and ‘I like a bit of bright crimson’

‘It enhances my beauty for we stand united in life’s bouquet’

Earthworms of all nations plough shares instead of cold swords

	Poppy is grateful for the joy she brings to the party

19th March 2020


Premium Member I Am a Killdeer Bird

Killdeer 

Killdeer Hidden in the crisp green field grass, my babies lay under our guidance protected as they lay nestled safe in a quiet place. 

A nest I have scratched from a small shallow area in the brown soil camouflaged from sight. 

Dee –dee- dee- dee-ee- kildee- dee-ee !

 Bobbing my head up and down attempting to distract and lure the predator away from my nest as it comes near. Immediately my mate runs quickly to the left, feigning I have a broken wing I hobble to the right. It's coming to close; I spread my wings and take flight to escape taunting the predator with my call. 

Dee –dee- dee- dee-ee- kildee- dee-ee !

 We successfully succeeded to divert the predator away. I back track to my babies, shaking from the trauma I have gone through.

 OH! No! 

One of my young has ventured away from the nest I have to direct him back before he falls prey to one of our predators. 

Thank goodness the others have remained hidden.

 Replicas of ourselves, our downy fluffy babies are scurrying about following us. They’re foraging around for insects and earthworms since they are not old enough to fly. 

My chicks will be on their own after their feathers and wing muscles are sufficiently developed for flight

©5/14/2015

 
	Voice Call: loud, piercing kill-dee or dee-dee-dee.

•	This was an experience I had on a church courtyard when walking my dog


Contest Name: Your Favourite Old Poem #2 
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Cold Winter Is Not Forever

Within the oak tree, I have settled here
Whilst aureate sun peeks between the leaves.
My chirping song is heard roosting from top;
Can you see me; beguiling is the day.
Inherent nature's rhyme, a placid scene.
Winter has passed its chilling visit.
Spring with twelve hours daylight, nights my shortest.
I am three years old with reddish-orange breast,
Unbound and quintessential of them all.
Tugging squirmy earthworms out of the ground.

Cherubic is the flanking mockingbird
Has alone flown away now is silent.
I rule the passing hours of night and day.

Good-bye, good-bye the fiddle months last flit.
Summer nearly done, Autumn outburst late
With fruit bayberry, cherry, pyracanth;
Around the lattice to set pudgy grapes
Budding flowers for fructifying bees.

Lingering on a branch plume with winter
First snow my wings are spread quickly, fly off.
A glow of warmth I bring on winter's day!

1/27/2023

Winter is not Forever Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Badgering

Don’t pick a fight with a badger
You may think he is cuddly and cute
But he’s terribly strong 
He has claws that are long
And a body that’s rather hirsute

Don’t go harassing the badger
Don’t bait him or chase him for fun
For he only eat bugs
Earthworms and slugs
And he lays on his back, in the sun 

You’ll not get the best of a badger
He is faster than you are, by far
You’ll not beat him with force
So your only recourse, is
To knock the beast down with your car

So don’t you go badgering badgers
They are one of this country’s delights
Don’t assault the poor chap
Don’t assail or attack
After all even badgers have rights
© John Fenn  Create an image from this poem.
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Premium Member Sweetest Is Their Sound

Extolling spring, oh, the robins are singing,
Lauding red-maple, bluebirds are frolicking,
There trills a cardinal fervent in courtship
Where on dogwood soulmate is gawking
And joining the symphony goldfinches fly in
Peeking from redbud, clad in blossoms pink, 
Reveling in affirmation: season is blooming;

Some are scouting for earthworms in grass,
Some are building nests, wooing romance,
Playful in blue, red, yellow, and dark brown
Wafting aerial stance sweetest is their sound.

Yes, they’re aware I’m watching their show
Peering through windows, they come and go
And slyly they spy when my beloved arrives—
Orioles now drop-by aiming jealous vibes
As sparrows stealthily pry, hovering close by;
Not till she feeds them, do I hear their sigh,
Swirling in pairs they choreograph up high--
Ah, such a thrill it is to see them merrily fly!

Alas, this friendship is built on fragile bond:
When their nests are empty they’ll be gone--
Rain forests to explore and oceans to cross,
Flexing life’s liberties they’ll span on and on
Perhaps to return to where they came from,
Perhaps to opulence of freedom paramount.

February 26, 2021
Placed 2nd: Spring Birds Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Form: Verse


Premium Member Haunted

A hole in the head shooting pain trembles
nightshades coldly down the spine
a soul lost in the land of the living
carried away in darkness
flying inside dark clouds holding just a dream

Distant thunder roars lightening splitting cracks
sure as the crow flies crawling opens hells gates
dark jewels of the night
charred remains churning in a cauldron
boiling goodness tears of thoughts

Piercing screams spawning nightmares
holding a promise once made
walking in a valley amongst the dead
shadows now smile hearing animals scream
as the moon plays silver dancing light

Dreams snatched away from reality
the crow calls echoes in silence
victims of this world howling over and back
tragedy cries in their pain and suffering
eyes seeking light
whispers through the branches
a heather bleat creature of the night calls

Haunted by humans chained to the earth
awaiting shadows and sunsets 
a cursed banshee wails supernatural screams 
from everywhere and nowhere

Mind numbing winds passing through
a white silhouette shredded shroud
around a heart entombed
in agonies' twilight shades clouds darken
storms brewed stirring specters chase the wind

Cold rains become lost tears
the willow weeps in eternal sorrows
a lament for the dead
as the silver crescent moon smiles goodbye

Blends in clear as day after sunrise
forgotten in a valley of unrest
death bell's toll out from the past
onyx feathered crows call painful cries

Forever seeking heaven's gate now sealed
that promised choice was lost ages ago
only burning hellfires
or cold earthworms await




Written by: Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler

Premium Member Robin

Within the oak tree, I have settled here
Whilst aureate sun peeks between the leaves.
My chirping song is heard roosting from top;
Can you see me; beguiling is the day.
Inherent nature's rhyme, a placid scene.
Spring with twelve hours daylight, nights my shortest.
I am six years old with reddish-orange breast,
Unbound and quintessential of them all.
Tugging squirmy earthworms out of the ground.

Cherubic is the flanking mockingbird
Has alone flown away now is silent.
I rule the passing hours of night and day.

Good-bye, good-bye the fiddle months last flit.
Summer nearly done, Autumn outburst late
With fruit bayberry, cherry, pyracanth;
Around the lattice to set pudgy grapes
Budding flowers for fructifying bees.

Lingering on a branch plume with winter
First snow my wings are spread quickly, fly off.
A glow of warmth I bring on winter's day!


7/25/2020

I am a Robin 
 142 words
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Garden Greetings Collaboration

Pete a polite gentleman from Marsden
Everyday he works out in his garden
While digging something did squirm
Found he'd disturbed an earth worm
Pete said "Sorry I do beg your pardon."


The worm replied "Hello and good day"
Then fast wiggled and went on its way
Mouth open and in shock
Pete sat on a near rock
Staring down at the ground in dismay.

    Written by Emilia James

When Pete had regained his composure
He ran in to his wife and told her
She said “earthworms can’t talk”
“You’re having a brain storm”
“ Anymore nonsense and we’re over.”

Pete knew that his wife didn't believe him
That she thought he was only dreaming
He told her it was true
Asked her what would she do
She said "I'll pack a bag I'm leaving."

       Written by Belle Bellevue

Now the Earthworm had the final say.
He said "Let her do what she may."
So the old hag packed her bag,
she was always such a drag
and Earthy Wormy moved in the next day.

       Written by Richard Lamoureux

The earth worm thought Pete's house was huge!
He only wanted to seek better refuge.
So he asked Pete, "Any chance
I can camp in that plant?
Well, at its base. Would you really refuse!"

"Of course!" Pete answered with a grin.
"Now to a secret, I must let you in...
There are some here too
Who would love to eat you
So I urge you to try to blend in!"

"But how, may I ask, is this so?
By the pace that I move they will know
That I'm not one of them.
I will hide in my den.
When they find me, I'll put on a show!"

     Written by Natasha L Scragg


  Everyone is welcome to add to this Limerick please feel free to soupmail me.

              09.08.21
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Spring Has Arrived

The birds are back.  The sparrows, the robins, the finches too.
The red cardinals, the blue jays, though they are seldom in two’s.
The woodpeckers, and the hummingbirds, some gray, and some blue.
Their choir is raising the mushrooms right out of their snooze.

Overnight Mother Nature has slyly sprinkled green glitter all around.
She did it effortlessly, kindly, boldly, with a total lack of sound.
We now have the greeniest greens high and low, greens that can ever be found.
I will invite you over, if you promise not to disturb our ant mound.

Formerly frozen creek has thawed into a gorgeous wild flowing river.
The shy, flirty, faerie-decorated butterflies are in sliver/quiver.
Dragonflies, moths, beetle-bugs, and caterpillars are near the river.
Making my happy heart sing and dance a bogie jive closer to my liver.

The scent of the purple and lavender lilacs is suspiciously sweet.
The first real proof that the perennials are ready to stand on their feet.
Magically pushing their fragrant puffy flowerets to fruition in this full heat.
The monarch is leading the way, dragonflies, and earthworms, following in beat.
Form: Couplet

Rain Brings Happy and Gloomy Together

rain comes rain
rain wets my pain,
wets my dust of gain,
cleans my walking lane,
find I inside a path of sane 

rain comes on empty green fields
cows, calves, goats run away dancing


rain comes and wets nature
dogs, cocks, hens move on my doorway
sparrow, tailor birds soaked in the grove
flapping wings and feathers seek warm

rain comes and wets coconuts and betel-nuts trees
raindrops fall as trees tears

rain comes on the poorly pond
fishes are playing hide and seek around
kingfisher waits to make a dish of fish
in food natures allow- no bond

rain comes on paths, quay, field 
a passerby walks with an umbrella
ship discharges goods
soaking child play mirthfully 

rain comes on little boys and girls of the village
they use banana leaves on the head like an umbrella

rain comes on the desert
quenches its thirsty heart
 
rain comes around us
venomous, non-venomous snake  crawls on frog liberally
earthworms cultivate soft field gamely

rain comes, water plays its rule over all
urban drains are full of naughty- garbage water 
urbane street and footpath flooding 
skyscraper building floating on immobile stinky water
rain comes unsurprisingly 
cholera, diarrhea touches neighbor slum child

rain comes, roaring flood attacks terribly   
dead crows, cows, dogs, mice in the urban dustbin

rain comes, soggy feelings on my sight
I do not find my pet cat and tame dog

rain comes, flooding, around my flooding
the street tong tea stall flooded away
supplying daily foods-goods are short
the tariff rate is high
rain comes with a price hike 

rain comes but the doctor does not come 
water cause patient increases day by day

rain comes with snow coolness
cough harasses beloved voice
I'm not hearing a welcome song of rain

rain comes and I come-
by the right eye, I see elated life of around nature
by the left eye, I see gloomy death is nature’s feature



-August 13, 2018 Chattogram

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