Short Centipede Poems
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If a giraffe
with a sore throat
is worst
than a centipede
with a sore feet
What is worst
than a homeless
spider ?
Please don't think it odd if I intercede
On behalf of the poor lowly centipede.
Though he does get the blues
When he has to buy shoes,
He's better off than his cousin, the millipede.
I'm grateful for Mother Nature's gift,
each little thing that gives my heart a lift -
a blade of grass, a pumpkin seed.
But does She really think I need
a cockroach and a centipede?
( there’s only one way to know for sure how many legs a centipede has )
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AP: 1st place 2020
I came upon a centipede
whose family was in need -
sad news.
How, said I, can I assist?
Let's write a shopping list -
please choose.
There's just one thing
that, for us, you can bring -
that's shoes.
centipede crawling --
it's many legs on the move --
still can't outrun me.
lone wolf howling is
a reminder to treasure
the friendships i have.
fireflies: beacons
of the night that help to guide
the lost soul towards home.
A Mount Vernon daddy long-legs
was pregnant with ten thousand eggs.
You might call what she did a shameful deed
with a Monticello centipede,
and yet...not long after Valley Forge,
that monstrous army defeated a proud King George.
spings equinox shines;
lights the fly flowing past me
season greets skies
~
ants crawling on tracks
concrete, dirt, grass, centipede
by my feet beneath
4/10/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Centipede so tiny crawls
trekking on a fence
hundred legs, he never falls
I watch in suspense…
My two feet are bad, you see,
pain comes when I walk.
Should I be a centipede,
you would hear me squawk!
*Entry for Andrea’s 7/5 Trochee contest
Creep, oh centipede!
A malady to my cornea.
Like kernels a decoy
In my Eden realm.
I'm infuriate to civility
Just us serenity intervene.
Serendipity smock my bones
In solitude.
Here it is, your servitude
Of search.
A follow-up to Beryl Edmonds
"A Flying Romance" 02/11/24
Gourmet Grasshopper
After the spider made lunch of the fly
A curious grasshopper leapt on by
He told the fly with gusto
I really now must go
to dine on my worm and centipede pie!
be as it may be
moving forward marching fleet
are the many feet
~
of allotted steps
march, March stepping steps walking
left right left stepping
~
it may be as be
moving forward marching fleet
of the centipede
9/16/23
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
I have legs attached to feet;
Yet I can't even walk the sidewalks or streets;
I have a voice but I can't speak;
I have eyes yet can not see;
A breath I have but can't breathe;
mainly torso, leg some feet;
What am I to be...
centipede???
5/18/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Multi-legs frighten me!
Centipedes and spiders make me jump on a chair-
up I flee!
Each of them scores!
Creepy legs crawl, then run- huge scare
deplores!
Fear streams
as my lungs blare
screams!
Multi-legs frighten me!
Creepy legs crawl, then run- huge scare
screams!
Basically, this is a number
Adding too much to the
Zillions or gazillions of ... wait ... what exactly
Is it we're adding here? ... might be
Like the national debt or a
Little centipede counting ... hmm, or
Interest payments never to be made
On a war that will
Never end or are we just
Seeking sanctuary in a bazillion words?
Tom went to the ugly bug ball
Strange insects invaded the hall
Folks dressed up as fleas,
Cockroaches and bees
The smile on his face said it all
Tom hoped for a little romance
Asked a cute centipede to dance
She whacked him on the nose
When he trod on her toes
He went home in an ambulance!
7th April 2017
little hands clap
at first sighting
of a butterfly
little face smiles
at first sighting
of a sunflower
little fingers wriggle
at first sighting
of a centipede
little arms flap
at first sighting
of an eagle
little brow wrinkles
at first sighting
of a squirrel
little cheeks blush
at first sighting
of cherry blossoms
Mechanical sounds.
Someone is in the old crevice.
And it’s a weird one.
The episodes.
Even an old octopus can fight.
A centipede which also attacks.
Creaks like an elephant biting metal.
Resilient.
Coconuts don’t taste as good as the cracking sound it makes.
I want my brain back.
It’s mechanical.
A centipede is curled around it.
So fight.
like the rock for the centipede
or the shell for the hermit
take refuge under the moon
as the world goes quiet.
with silence like a serpent
taking shelter from the wet ground
anchor in gratitude
for the day that was had.
amidst your silenced tongue
there are sentences waiting to be spoken.
amongst your alienated adversities
awaits acceptance.
A bulging extremity,
a feminist integrity,
a swaggering centipede,
the cops arresting me,
my dick the right size,
the bang coming out of your eye's,
the sensitivity upon demise,
the dew and dripping from the sky's,
the eagerness of eloping,
the magnitude of doping,
the honesty of groping,
scattering scorpions glowing and scoping.
Just moving about on rows of countless legs
seems a most complex concern
of the millipede.
I wonder how its motor nerves synchronize
milli-leg motion so not a limb
could impede
the smooth movement of the rest of its legs
to avoid entanglements or a
weird stampede,
a blunder the millipede should guard against
gossipers-creepers like his
cousin centipede!
My brain is in brine.
My neurons are loose stones.
Some things are more dented than a mental image.
The greatest stuff is in soup cans.
Whatever makes you open such a thing.
Is not hunger.
It’s a centipede that reminds you to be hungry.
Blobs.
My neurons are loose.
The greatest stuff is in soup cans.
Prickly, squirmy.
The empty can on the floor.
The carcass.
Jeff the three-legged worm
they weren’t his legs
but legs that he’d found
from old bits of twig
just scattered around
he once saw a centipede
who laughed and made fun
of a young and shy Jeff
stuck on his tum
but Jeff swam through soil
and the centipede saw
staring in wonder
amazement and awe
the twig legs put by now
but kept just in case
although Jeff seems ok
from the beam on his face
There was a fly who fell for a spider
He made her tummy churn inside her
She entered his web
Thought she’d be wed
But became just a meal provider.
Written by: Beryl Edmonds
******
After the spider made lunch of the fly
A curious grasshopper leapt on by
He told the fly with gusto
I really now must go
to dine on my worm and centipede pie!
Written by: Robert Gorelick
******
Took my centipede on a walk
We were only going around the block
And before long I knew
I circled the block once, he twenty-two
That centipede stepped on my toe
Hurt so bad I had to slow
Stepped on it not just once but again and again
Not ten times but ten times ten
After he trampled my big toe
Couldn't take another step don't you know
This is all he had to say
"If you cant keep up, get out of the way"