Short Wormy Poems

April showers 
thunder on varnished woodwork 
wormy fine dining...

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Every bunch has one.
 1.      bad taste to the munch,wormy Apples! 


  2.     Next time you pick apples ..Look at family tree!...

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Dirty worms squirming
Excavating with instinct
Wiggle brown wormy ~

Shoveling thick dirt
Accidently cut a worm
It wiggles in pain...

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Feeling silly as silly can be
Took a silly pill, now need to pee
Something ain't right
Got dragons to smite
A old aged hero but a little wormy...

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Willy Wee Walldorf warbled wonderfully
We watched Willy’s whacky warbling, willingly
Waketa Wobblemaster wiggled wondrously
While weird Wormy Wishman watched wistfully....

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When Mother Eagle returned with her wormy swag
Each of the eaglets grimaced and gagged
"Eat that slimy thing?
You've got to be kidding!
We'll wait and see what Dad bagged!"


7/29/11

Received 6th place in "Pure Thoughts on Nature" contest...

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That this here
Precious caterpillar
Wiggle, waggle, jiggle
Me, myself, spy-ing
Peeping, prying
All around in green leafy 
Looking at its wormy body 
Quivering in tottery 
Gandering at lovely 
Floating, wavering
Birthing beauty
Of butterfly-een...

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Giddy 
    Kiddie

    Purdy
    Birdie

    Funky
    Monkey

    Lucky
    Duckie  

    Picky
    Chicky  

    Loggy 
    Froggy

    Wiggy
    Piggy
 
    Squirmy 
    Wormy

    Tidy
    Spidy

    Lucy
    Goosy

    Lovey
    Dovey...

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Potential is
the moulted skin
of a snake in jest—
laced with
the plastic tatters
of an old crow's nest.
A makeshift bulletproof vest.
With a valiant crest.
Worn by a soldier
on a hollow conquest—
to claim broken toys
in a fetid wormy chest.

It means nothing....

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The bad thing about living 
  is the dying. 

  Yet the good thing with dying 
    is it's equalizing. 

    Won't matter if rich or poor, 
      big or small,

       ugly or beautiful,
        short or tall.

         For in the end,
          feast for the worms!...

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My curvy bouncy young mum bump
Of  unjoy pump by punk guy jump 
You wormy crony cuckoo cyborg of my numb womb grow
My ovum mock your wrong grown coup
Go mourn by of onyx orgy you grow 

From  crummy  mob of  gory cum you bourn
No cub run cry mummy for you my young unborn
No young curvy bouncy puppy boy by norm
Upon gun my coy gown for fun won 
Now burn or bury my crow cow born...

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The Dog 
I am a dog now tied to all the living 
not a sumo wrestler or even a boxer 
i am not a mighty man 
i am a base thing yes a thing despised 
wormy and depressed 
poor with or without sores 
wearing whatever i can find 
eating food but drinking no more wine 
i just do not have the time or inclination 
to keep money in my pocket 
to be burried with 
i am just a myth 
a person to be handled 
handle it...

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An aardvark ambling about ate ants
beside bubbling bountiful
cascades churning
down.
Eventually, eating exhausted,
finding ferns
gently grasping
his head, he
just jumped ...
kerplop! killing
little languishing
microbes mating
nearby.
Once, out on
picturesque plains
queerily quiet,
raking roots,
(sometimes standing 
tall to take the
ultimate
view) various
wormy woods were
xamined
yielding ...
zilch....

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Take me to where love learns
Where forgiveness doesn’t burn
And joy is a wheel that turns
Touching tummies that churn

Take me where green trees wave
And shelters aren’t needed to save
Battered birds from early wormy graves
Where laughing is safe in happy place

Take me where sun is shining bright 
All day and no one has a fist fight
We all sleep safe and warm each night
Where hearts are filled with love’s light...

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Don’t bury me in an eco-pod
for I am biodegradable already.
Don’t bury me in the earth,
or animal feces I might birth
nor in lead
because while lead is harmless to the dead
it is after all lead.
Don’t bury me under stone,
beneath a stone all alone.
Bury me in fermenting compost,
you may leave my feet 
sticking out just for laughs.
Yes wormy me, good an
germy, awfully squirmy,
until all is dank and smelly,
the I will grow roses 
out of my belly....

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Double down fuzzy bomb
Walking artistry a Willie
Love to see the body talk
Flopping wormy wiggle nilly

Beset enamored for a while
Engrossed in evil play
Kill a mouse and munch along
Then simply walk away

Groomed and napped perfection
Baby Biggs still sleeping in my heart
His magical soul reflection
Forever more my raving starts

Laid you down my finest friend
You sought me like no other
To bear this pain another time
I shall not seek another...

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Dramaville , has got me living in another dimension
dangling upsidedown in suspended animation
topsy turvy amongst the wormy
degenerate's of a continuos generation
racing a race , in a blur , they face
constant contrast , a path to oblivion
the revival of the trivial
survival of the menial
individual 's lethargical
what an insane world , 
once was so magical

So , dramaville , I say to you
that's life , get over it......
what you bring into it
is what you get out of it........!!...

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