Long Squirm Poems
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There was a big green worm on a leaf,
Whose body was so fat and stiff;
She could only crawl but not squirm,
Her silky skin was so soft and firm.
When a worm-eating black bird came,
She spoke bravely saying her name;
“I’m Pilar at your service”, she said
“An artist in the book… hope, you’ve read.”
The bird was so eager to eat her,
Saying, “You’re just good for my dinner”
But before he could finish mumbling,
Leaf had been trimmed fast, a fledgling!
Black bird hopped joyfully in tears,
Remembering his son so dear;
"Wow, my son's portray!'" So impressed,
You're talented caterpillar, so blessed."
"Thanks! Can we be friends?" Pilar replied
"Sure. You crawl at my back for a ride,"
The bird picked the art leaf with his beak
And flew down the bushes near the creak.
March 18, 2023 9.45am
©Leonora G. Galinta
rhymezone.com
Kids Creativity and Learning
Contest Judged: 3/20/2023 12:00:00 AM
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Place 1 (multi-1st w, 3-4 single w, multi-HM)
My Monster After I Count to 3
I really try to keep my cool
When children run around and they are not in school
Screaming at the top of their lungs and hide
But it takes me to the other side
Then my Frankenstein appears with a drool
Oh, that lurid creature lurks
In the depth of my soul it smirks
Tries to make me act like a fool
Best to smile, walk away, and not to drool
With waterworks and fireworks
It doesn't take much anymore for my onion skin to peel
Frankenstein takes a peek from under my heel
Then I become the real monster that is trapped inside
They know they're pushing me to my limit when at high tide
They love seeing Frankenstein come alive, watching me squirm like an eel
To them it’s no big deal
Eve Roper
9/24/2015
N/A ***10/13/2015
Contest: Trashed #3
Sponsor Name: Broken Wing
I jumped a bit when the hearse was slammed.
My bones were brittle, and I felt quite damned.
My flesh was starting to gray up, it gave a laugh.
My eyes were sinking, and I felt a draft.
She’s not in there, someone assured my kin.
I knew it was true because of the shape I was in.
I had been confused at the onset of death of course.
I was still angry as hell at that run-away horse!
Can I see her one last time? A familiar voice said.
I was horrified. I did not want this guy to see my body dead.
NO! I yelled NO! But did they hear me? Of course not.
They opened it up and he yelled “She has some dry rot!”
I hate you I said. Get out of my face. You are a worm.
I saw him flinch, back up, scream, and finally squirm.
Don’t let anyone else see me this way! I told the undertaker.
But of course, he did not listen, that sneering give me a hand shaker.
How many more times are you going to open this hearse and lid?
Why don’t you just toss me in the street? I asked my Uncle Sid.
They put me in a hearse and whisked me away in the night.
I was relieved when I saw angels and headed straight toward the light.
No one seems to care,
No one even dares to care,
So comfy in their squares.
For circling around their heads
Is a world of wares...
“Where’s my wonderful family?”
“Where’s my wonderful wife?”
“Where’s my wonderful fantasy?”
“Where’s my wonderful life?”
Who cares?
Does anyone dare...
Come out of the closet?
Dye their hair weird?
Demand some damn answers!
Wrestle a bear?
Oh, woeful midgets in my soul
Mix emotions in a mixing bowl.
Carving metaphors into my nose
Indifferent to my magic show.
Very complacent, just numb to it all.
Dumbfounded. Surrounded by crumbs
Moving like ants on a big ball.
Idiocracy bureaucracy bouncing away
Go about their business day after day.
Flailing around like Mexican jumping beans
Invisible tiny spirits poke me at the seams.
Infiltrating my dreams.
Making me scream.
Babbling banter with unwanted answers
Vegging out on booby trapped screens.
Doesn’t anyone dare to care to share anymore?
As the worrisome worms squirm through my pores
One squirms out my nose as if it’s a door,
Is exposed to the world like never before.
Squirming, peeking out in dismay
Squeeks...
“What the...”
Your happiest tribe might not be the same as mine
Mine might swim by in a school, silver fin fine.
Mine might be included in a Poe’s murder
Or a flock that sleeps next to a beard-ed herder
Your new found joyful companion might be gay.
Don’t tell Granddad that! Says dad, Don’t play!
But what if you are gay, do we stop loving you?
Yes! Some really marvelous religious fanatics say too.
Get away from those who would have you never be you.
The ones who want you to be straight, USA-driven, cornflower blue.
Because what if you are a drag queen, a trans or something worse?
Aunt Purdie looks at you in disgust and hits you upside the face with her purse.
Some people justify violence when you find your own tribe.
They do not want you to be yourself or enjoy your scribe.
I say “do what you do, and be your lizard-like self.”
Squirm, dance and sing, along the Atlantic’s cold shelf.
thoughts jump
like grasshoppers
from one idea to the next
between words,
quiet spaces
say more
than we think they do
grandma's old button box
spills memories
on my desk
yesterday walks into today
like rain
through an open window
sometimes
we forget periods
and let our breathing
make the rules
poems can break their lines
anywhere
they want to rest
words stretch
like rubber bands
sometimes they snap
and fly away
half-finished sentences
can be the most
honest ones
when we're hurt,
we pretend everything
is perfectly fine
kitchens and bedrooms
hold secrets
that make us
who we really are
looking closely at the truth
even when it makes us squirm
not yes, not no
freedom lives in the maybe
wild looks like freedom
when you've been sitting
still too long
who are you?
I'm the kid
who won't stay in the box
rivers always
know their way
flowing towards
something bigger
we are the change
we want,
each small choice
creates waves
As I watch the corrupt squirm like worms, after the dirt is removed,
Throwing blame like balls of fire, twisting facts, creating lies
All the while projecting onto others, everything they do
I watch them try to change our country with such extreme ways
As morals deteriorate, fading with the sun of every sunset
Their care for American lives is diminished to protect themselves
As they try to have control of everyone and everything around
I have one thing to say, you will never take my freedom!
I will die fighting for this and the values of our country if need be!
Heidi Sands
10/21/19
Darkness corrupted my soul
But light only burned my flesh
A steady stairway to heaven
Transmogrified into the highway to hell
I'm not even sure I'm okay
I'm still north of Hell
But deep south from Heaven
My words squirm like mice
Confronting a King Cobra
Starting to dance like a jester
Maybe I always was a clown
For believing in life, liberty,
And the pursuit of happiness
Like, I still strive to be whimsical
Caked in the batter of despair
Just put me in the oven
But there's humor in the sadness
There's laughter in the tears
There's anger in the joy
And rage in the peace
Shatter the mirror to pieces
Reflecting my face on each shard
It's impossible to find the real me
But perhaps they're all real
And I'm faking their fictionality
So in the end I'm still just a phony
Selling the words I say
Instead of the words I mean
But sometimes the heart feels
That which words cannot articulate
So I might drown in the darkness
But I'll only fry in the light
So I'll take a mallet and bash the walls
Just to watch them all fall
And I'll forge my own path
Somewhere between light and dark
That is where the meaning of man
Will surely be found
FEAR
The horrors of the night
The deafening noise of the porch-climber
Awful beast creeps
What will I do?
Uncertainty filled my fate
Mystification of cosmos
Stupefaction of humans
What could that be?
Tiny creatures squirm
unknown sounds infrequently heard
Incessant foot steps approaching closely
What do I do?
Incertitude engulfed me
Could it be night Marauders?
Maybe it could be myth
Where will I go?
Help ! Help ! oh help
They shouted with terrifying voice
Fixing a gaze at an apparition
Could this be a ghost?
Wake ! Wake ! Just wake up!
So a fainted voice came from within
Behold , I had been traumatized
With fear of the unknown tomorrow
"The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic Shine to me."
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Greek Poet
Who is always there, through the good times and bad?
Who welcomes me when I'm happy, when I'm sad?
It's mother nature, my wise and trusted friend
Who teaches and comforts me until the end.
She's a philosopher - look and you can see.
She shows the world how to live in harmony.
Oh, wise and trusted friend -
When will people begin to comprehend?
A psychologist, she gives me peace of mind,
Swaying grass and leaves my troubles far behind.
Oh, wise and trusted friend -
Will you console me, to my mind, attend?
A mathematician, so brilliant and keen -
Renders symmetry in flowers to be seen.
Oh, wise and trusted friend -
How do Fibonacci numbers ascend?
An engineer, who will make things work just right,
Giving owls big eyes so they can see at night.
Oh, wise and trusted friend -
What can you build, from mankind to defend?
A fashion designer who sure invents with flair,
From fish in Tahiti, to birds in the air.
Oh, wise and trusted friend -
If printed on a dress, what would my wife spend?
An artist, she has skill no man can surpass -
The beauty of a lake from a mountain pass.
Oh, wise and trusted friend -
Your creations, can Van Gogh not transcend?
A poet, she gives words to a frog who waits.
This creature, who says "jug-o-rum" when he mates.
Oh, wise and trusted friend -
Have humans, a better word, ever penned?
A musician, she made the sweet nightingale
And creatures up and down the musical scale.
Oh, wise and trusted friend -
Who weaves a better symphonic blend?
A magician, she takes a bug that likes to squirm
To make a gorgeous butterfly from a worm.
Oh, wise and trusted friend -
Who else could cause my mind to bend?
A love coach, who tends to all the heart encloses -
Meadows of swaying grass, beautiful roses
Oh, wise and trusted friend -
Will you still be here if my heart should rend?
Dear mother nature, my wise and trusted friend,
I know you'll teach and comfort me to the end.