Short Grubs Poems

if i could
be a bird
i'd be
a woodpecker

forgetting
the grubs
just
banging

my
head
against
a tree...

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woodpecker
demolitionist
jackhammers
tasty grubs
shutting eyelids at impact
so eyes don't pop out
...

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Ducks dive upside down
Searching olive green shallows
For grubs escaping

Entered: 1/1/2021
Comp: Hi-Ku (5)
Sponsor: Brian Strand...

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The badger was digging all out, 
In search of some grubs, no doubt. 
With dirt flying high, 
He let out a sigh, 
And left quite a mess all about!
...

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We are forty-thousand species strong
Our grubs don’t stay hungry very long.
Two pair of wings
We are insect kings
with sexton beetles, you can’t go wrong...

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How many have died,
does anyone count?
Wars erupt, guts spill.
Under the churning soil
broken flesh turns to fodder.
Grubs grow fat
but who's counting?...

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After I thunk and I thunk and I thunk
      I thought of something good about skunks
    They eat grubs which ruin your yard

    'Course, the skunks dig your lawn up first
      Never mind ~ Kindly disregard...

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My Lawn

My lawn is my garden it’s weeds you see.
In times of famine, it is food for me.
Grass may be pretty, so shiny and nice.
But it is only food to grubs and mice.

By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison...

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Jack Horne


Picking twelve bunches of daffodils -
I knew they were her favourites -
I stood beneath catkin trees,
Listening to the chicks
Calling their parents,
Waiting for grubs.
Then she came,
And smiled…
Muah!


For Nonet me a spring kiss...

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Grinning grasshopper gallops gracefully,
Getting garden grasses,
Gathering green grapes,
Grasping gorgeous goldenrods,
Grazing grand grounds,
Greeting greedy grubs,
Gliding gallantly...
           Going,
               Going,
                   Gone!...

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springtime
when nature comes alive...
one butterfly lands

summertime
heat bears down hard..
flowers wilt

autumn
earth prepares for rest...
leaves' color appears  

winter
chills the earth...
bare limbs coated white

buried deep
roots, grubs, eggs, seeds...
await...

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                                       Bumblebees visit Lamb's Ear
                                  Love has surely brought them here
                                        Workers are helping mother
                                             Feed all grubs pupae


Contest:Flowers, Trees, Grass, Bees
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Choice: Bumblebees...

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Dawn has cracked the horizon
With fiery red open greeting
Invites birds fly sky emblazon
With colors to start day moving

The crows are delighted to catch
Gentle air currents and swiftly glide
Seeking a grounded spot to snatch
A delicate meal __ grubs that hide

As they fly low in formation
A smiley face granted to see
They start to entertain me
Before place sentinel in tree...

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a nectar
the garnered spit of worker bees

drops of undistilled wine
hive-mulled
dripped through the dropper
of hair-lipped lips

plants
dig themselves out
of a dry earth
to sup an opiate of life or death
fostering a flowering

manna delivers green
to the pale fat caterpillars

grubs fly away
to enrich
the open mouths
of graves

the thirsty wombs of
ants
hummingbirds
elephants
...

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not through the tongue and its wind-spray
or the booming chest
but through broken wings
whispers of ruined things
crushed
into a wordless tongue

here is a sparrow corpse
this is his poetry
catacombs of grubs
a wing bent stiffly up
the other
pounded into utterance
spirit riddled by flesh
blown through
a blare of broken lungs
not salted
on the suds of speech

but in the ruined breath
of a shattered prayer...

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If I was a young carpenter bee
I would bore in each and every tree
create a big tunnel
where family would funnel
If I was a carpenter bee

But if I was a cockchafer,
I would live a little safer,
I would hide my grubs,
for three years in muds,
If I was a cockchafer.

If not extinct, I would be a Dodo.
With my dumpy hooked bill, just so.
I would be “why-ing”
My wings aren’t flying
Bee, Bug and Fowl, don’t you know?...

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not through the tongue and its wind-spray
or the booming chest

but a soul moved by broken wings,
the whispers of ruined things
crushed by a cosmic tongue

here is a sparrow corpse
this is his poetry
catacombs of grubs
a wing bent stiffly up
the other
pounded into utterance

Rumi's spirit is riddled by flesh
it is blown through
the blare of broken lungs
not salted
on the suds of pious speech

but in the ruined breath
of sky shattering prayers...

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Butterflies, beetles

 bugs and grubs. A

 blood thirsty mosquito.

 The bumblebee, the

 hornet, the wasp stings

 without warning. A

 daddy long-legs, a biting

 cleg, a spider climbing

 up your leg. Ladybugs

 and dragonflies whizzing

 about the place. The pond

 skater glides across the

 water, showing such grace.

 A wiggly worm, a tiny

 burrower, under ground

 skimming water or above

 the trees. Creepy crawlies

 are all around me....

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Ask him and he will tell you
that snake and frog taste just like chicken.
On the whole if grilled, crickets, locusts, grubs
and earth worms all taste petty much
like chicken.
Coyote, water rats and porcupine
when sautéed with arrow leaf and fennel
almost duplicate the texture and flavor
of fried chicken.
Sea slugs stuffed with gecko eggs
make an elegantly complex concoction
so redolent of chicken,
but then ask him and he will also tell you
that he does not care much -
for chicken....

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