Short Centipedes Poems
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Centipedes
I get centipedes, the calm ones only, to
transport my
choc buds to and
fro the walk-in pantry. I get them to
wear tiny gloves. I don’t need
their diseases.
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!
monsoon
velvet mites appear
roam as though lost their mates ---
blood-red carpets spread
flies sip my teacup
to get a taste of my lip ---
some linger so long
white ants don't enter
as my mesh nets don't allow ---
mosquitoes set, yet...
midst cockroaches creep
centipedes and millipedes ---
calm leeches suck blood
Rusty rotten dirty domes,
Wound the Heaven’s azure heart,
Chimneys’ souls rise to part,
Black giants’ filthy foams.
Metal hooting centipedes,
Pierce the hills’ rocky chest.
Shaking the jungles’ breast,
Roaring saw on trunk feeds.
Life’s teasing irony,
Knife to cut on the barks
Save trees in the parks!
Man’s mocking destiny...
Form:
Simple bugs that can fly through the air,
like bees and ladybugs, they don't scare.
Multi-legs frighten me,
from all spiders, I flee!
Centipedes make me jump on a chair!
Many legs that can race 'cross the floor
bring a fear that I cannot ignore.
When they fast run away,
this sure ruins my day-
they can hide to alarm me once more!
An Aardvark
an aardvark is a curious animal
that passes himself off as a mammal
with rabbet ears and pig snout
he is unusual looking no doubt
on ants and termites, he does feed
but not so much on centipedes
he hides by day in the ground
and comes out at night to walk around
the aardvark is an odd looker for sure
but for some he holds a strange allure
Ragged thoughts marching like stoned centipedes.
To the slag heap of the lost.
Intertwined with eternity's brine.
Waiting to reunite with meaning.
A lightning strike- mind o fire.
Insomnia rapes the dream.
Splay the centipedes across the page.
Like autumn leaves o'er vampire graves
or twitching feet in a gyrus maze.
The destiny of brilliant beams
is the outback of the furthest ... reach...
Sadistic magicians pulling diamonds
back into centipedes.
It springs upon you;
gleaming clawed metaphors
struggle to unhinge.
Many-legged adjectives
commence to crawl over the page
shedding endless varicolored skins.
Whole lines turn into robotic centipedes.
Then the seductive purr,
the mannered modes, the manicured forms,
the unmistakable reek of poetry.
The first step they say is 'recognition',
the second step is
to bleat indignantly about poetic license.
The third step is to clean up
after the poem craps itself.
Fresh cut grass smells of watermelon
Colors spotted winged butterfly rainbow
Beautiful colorful wings
Evanescence all the times that remain
Crisp and clean fresh is the morning do rain
Ants workers scampering busy as they toil progression
Centipedes lots of feet they run to here and throw belly laughs the Clown as he's falling to the ground circus is in time the joy of children scream playing running amok on the sand cover playground