Long Silkworm Poems

"The Silkworm’s Birthday"





Mulberry leaves flutter in the breeze
Kookaburra brave Joker bluffs a sky blue breast 
Drops one feather for a quill, a song hidden in a laugh, no bitter pill
magic never rests, like a crystal...

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An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds,
scuppered signpost to a fetid human compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,
who might chortle at vivid veil flimsy vacuum,
skirt recklessly...

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An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a  tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds ,
scuppered signpost to a fetid  human  compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,
who might chortle at vivid...

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Why, do we call it
Something it’s not
If we’re going to name things
Let’s give it, some thought

If it’s called a chilli
Then why is it so hot
And I can say this
A guinea pig, is not

A prairie dog
He...

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Mulberry-leaf-munching moth pupa
spins silk to make the cocoon
for its transformation into its adult form
as a winged moth.

Pupa in the cocoon is
excited it will fly soon
Ten more days to go
It will fly and go
Joyous and happy...

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As life is like a wheel, best of time could turn up
Bad time moves to alternate what’s on top
Be steep in spirit at the height of your loss
And be humble when winning comes to a...

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From the bottom of my heart
I thank you honey bee
for all that liquid gold
that's bought and sold
Your precious honey from your tiny womb
Yes God bless thy fine honeycomb.
But sorry for stealing
your liquid of healing!

And thankyou...

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The invisible disease still lingered in the air.
But it was not as predominate as the smoke that could be smelled everywhere.
After Ura, the demon of plagues, began to fall into her one hundred year slumber
The...

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I despise these degrees of freedom

Said the neo Diderot and the archaic David

I envy the liveliness of the termites

Said the neo Valimiki and the primordial Achilles

How could they embrace a poetic saint in trance

Wondered the...

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Sometimes I don't know you,
Other times I don't know me,
Sometimes, you are just a stranger crossing the sky's limit,
Other times, you are my dearest brethren.

You don't look beyond the surface,
My perceived height is nothing but...

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The morning sky looks down through baby blues
Hydrating raindrops from oak leaves still drip
Ephemeral the morning petrichor
Lovely plumeria form garden's lei
A hummingbird pursuing nectar's zen
Resplendent morning glories wakening
Kwee-tu-whit the lark warbles, with soft lilt
Songs praising...

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Do you always look
so childlike?
Do they always have
this fire burning
deep inside?
There is something
in your looks that
calms me down;
As if I am at the
shore of the calmest
seas...
I am a sailboat now,
at your harbor
I came from
thunderstorms,
resting in...

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My poet friend is a silkworm siren
Telling me how a poem is meant to be
Classic are her verses as if from Byron
A Luna Moth's mental messages to me

Only a week to live for her mating...

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I won't surrender, I came from nature, 
She led me through my adult life,
Like silkworm silk spun to a filature.
Showing me how to wrongs denature
So sadly failing, for hate and war is rife!

Although still focused,...

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