Long Wiggle Poems
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in the screen door
a small hole
corruption forms its disorderly queue
black fuzzy questions marks
walk on segmented legs
spindly limbs pry into disrepair
lay slick eggs in dabs of dirt and dross
incursions creep unnoticed
until what was clean is mixed
with the dead and decaying
some rot easily scoured
yet as time swings its metronome
small bodies are secretly grown
from the ceiling
darkly smudged miniscule things
hang
dangle
and spew
nothing gross yet to the eye
a festering unseen
miniscule excavations
where
grubby nests
will soon wiggle forth
and teem.
Splish splash splash;
It is a colorful blash;
A brown leaf floats in a bathtub,
Does a leaf make noise, I doubt!!!
Yup!!! A little colorful leaf,
plunges into the bath;
Makes a sigh as a sign of relief;
Soon, other leaves join the path
Spattering the drops,
They do hop;
Here, over there,
And everywhere.
The leaves play, they giggle;
They spray , they wiggle;
They make fun, they relish;
O! I could be these leaves, I wish.
Hey! Wait!!!
How come the leaves look so cute!!!
Oh, they are Munias!!!
Scaly breasted Munias!!!
Like the splashes they splatter,
My worries they spatter
Cute little munchkin peers
Make me shed happy tears after years...
02-June-2025
“I heard you're a great dancer!”
She said with a smile
My cute student from Brazil
“Can you teach me?”
I couldn't help but smile
Where had she heard that from?
Here in the Orient…
She wanted to learn English in an enchanting setting
And now...she wanted to learn to belly dance
My eyes twinkled as I thought of a reply…
How I wish I would teach her to jiggle and wiggle, and shake shake shake
Her adjectives and adverbs, her phrases and clauses...
To entice and beguile with her written pieces...
To undulate and twirl and move with grace…
Down every single page of written splendor
Could I teach her how to dance with her words?
“Can you teach me?”
All I could do for the moment, was smile!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
She carried you with anxiety into her heavy womb,
and listened that gentle heartbeat...
much quiter than a drum's beat;
alone to hear your baby's voice in the silent room!
Love and sacrifice that's what the word, " Mother " means
to any small heart which is fully loved, but still weak;
and her warm hands never tiring of cuddling and touching...
will, indeed, protect you from many harms coming!
And didn't her ever-sweet eyes move away from your cosy crib,
to tend to those infant's needs with life-giving milk?
and before her lullaby ended, you rushed to sleep...
being watched over by the love' angel to weave your first dream!
Little darling, with eyes reflecting the color she herself owns,
how excited she gets when you stare at her and wiggle your toes!
Little darling, struggling to say the words , " I love you, mommy! "
your expression is enough to make her proud and happy!
Love and sacrifice are sacred words that outweight the cost,
and devotion and dedication are the bonds she can't break;
adorable one, she'll guide you down your dark path
with the wisdom's light, so that you may never be lost!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew crisci
Blue feet,
Two feet,
Scooting through my rug.
First foot down,
Wiggle toes around.
Second foot down,
May we go to town?
Little blue feet,
Go put on your shoes!
First foot stamps,
Second foot joins the dance.
Stamp!
Stamp!
Sounds like they have to stay around.
Little blue feet,
Running across my rug.
First foot shuffles into a shoe.
Second foot shuffles into a shoe.
Off to town, the looooong way around.
Slow down Tueday
you moving to fast
the Preacher told me
to tell stop shaking your ass
Slow down Tuesday
Phat as you are
saw your panties
when you were getting out of the car
slow down tuesday
wiff your perfume on
smell whip round my
nose like a cyclone bomb
Slow down Tuesdays
Wiggle Jiggle Tease
Got th fellas falling
Down to there knees
Slow Down Tuesday
Sipping your wine
Got the men buying
the expensive kind
Slow down tuesday
Made me into a hypocrite
Guys coming round trying
o start some sh$t
Slow down Tuesday
You want me for your man
Slow down Tuesday
Lay with me baby
Tell you can
Slow Down Tuesday
One man at a time
Only Reason you do
with is cause you so Fine
Slow Down Tuesdays
When will you tell me
what thats about
My name is Midnight,
a cool cat on the ground.
I'm looking up, observing
a squirrel up a tree, and he's
watching me. He's rather high,
as if I'm about to come after him.
You see, he knows that I am the master
of the grounds around here, and he's afraid
to face me toe to toe, because that would
be his fatal woe and worst nightmare.
I don't know his name, but if giving him a name was my job,
I'd name him 'Wiggle'. Anyway, I yelled to Wiggle, "Come down
and I will eat your heart out", to which he replied in taunting tones,
"My heart would taste better if you ate it on a limb". I stared at
him angrily, realizing that he was in a bragging mood, knowing
full well that I could not climb that tree. So I walked away.
052021PSCtest, Personification Poem 150, Caren Krutsinger
You've never known how much your life saved mine
growing up I never felt the love of a real family,
not even one time
depression consumed my mind
and then the day came that changed my entire existence
I found out I was going to be a mother
and in that instant
the darkness disappeared
and the world became so much brighter
scared but so damn excited
I knew I'd finally had a purpose..
a reason to not give up
n become a fighter
like for the first ever
the universe threw me some luck
I fell in love with you as you grew
feeling you wiggle and move in my belly
I felt a connection I'd never felt before
and when I held you in my arms,
it was like I saw the reason for the beauty of every galaxy & star
it was the most eye opening moment in my life by far
you are so amazingly perfect
in everything and every way that you are
creating you was my sole purpose in this dimension
having the honor of you being my son
is the definition of a blessing
If I be, for my God, a symbol of love,
Then may He bear for me, a decree:
That I be a lamb, ready to be offered
To the skies, to reach the glory of His essence
So that I may open my silvery wings
And sparkle His abode
With the glow of love,
Filling us both with orgasmic pleasure
That shall last for eons on end!
If I be, for my God, a symbol of love,
Then, may it be that I live on this earth
Like an ever bloomed dandelion,
Going wherever His will pushes me to
Accepting even to sacrifice that which I hold on to
The most, so that my love may be proved
While I be in human form!
If the love that I hold for Him be returned to me
Then may it be that someday
After I shall be offered on the altar,
I shall look back at this world
And smile as I shall wiggle my fingers
And sprinkle upon its soils
Magical drops aimed at bringing some cure
To everything that ails it!
Existing holds no meaning and no purpose
Other than doing everything on an everday basis,
For my God and
Being a lamb, waiting to be accepted to be sacrificed
Is that which fills my rivers with purity!
For Contest:
This or That, Vol 30 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Chosen Title: Lamb to the Slaughter
Date Written: 25th Jan 2025
Industrious buzz of solo bee search jackpots
Unashamedly trial diving in each lurid shell
Stickier with every trumpet he giddily accosts
Finds further stupor in fluted sweet compel
Ruffled taffeta petals burn, vibrant five
Three wiggle flame fingered fringe
Other two tatooed with burgundy stripes
From lettuce pincushion, stigma begins
Sunray stamen sprawl in honey encomber
Moonstone luminous stems prop soft discs
Trajectory of butterfly nimbly discovers
Floating foliage furtively stows gifts
Dragon green bud shyly pokes firey tongue
Slender tailed specimen, paisley tadpoles
Wrinkled brain seed pod trio, stem strung
drop to dappled damp below leaf parasols
Peppery nutrients for permaculture novice
Exolosion rockets across neglected plots
Blue hued leaves store vitamins various
Simmering subdues mustard sting hot
Cultivator pleased by brazen ease of transplant
Straight on dirt section masts round flags raised
Twine's gems invite insect activity, gaity radiant
Vein laced faces sway atop secret paper blaze
26th July 2020
Written for Contest: 'Petal, buds, blossomd, bees,
birds, butterflies!'
Sponsored by:
Silent One