Short Wriggling Poems

wriggling branches
swaying in the summer breeze
willow waves to sun...

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Wriggling 'neath chills of mountain streams
writhing blissed moments subconsciously...

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spawn at river bend
     holds wriggling tails in jelly
          maturing to legs...

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Wriggling tiny worms,
A bucket full of green waste,
All turned into gold.

Dated: 23/04/2015...

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wriggling my nose
looking cross eyed at raindrops…
                                            trickling sunshine


John G. Lawless
©11/14/2022...

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red streaks on maple
sunrise taunts the wriggling worms
a cardinal preys



blueblack of ravens
irridescent folded capes
peeking at sunrise

John G. Lawless
6/23/2020...

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   The truth is outdated
      Falsehoods inflated
    With hyperbole
      created…

    Fishing poles baited
      wriggling worms slated
    to reel in us guppies
       addlepated… 
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a Goldfinch hoping
along an old weathered fence
pear tree blossoms

early afternoon
green woodpecker in field
hidden by wet grass

a small garden pond
hundreds of tiny tadpoles
wriggling at the edge...

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Worrisome wiggle worms 
wishfully wiping Wedgewood windows, 
wandering within William’s whiskers.
Wisely wriggling while wistfully waiting 
for whoops within William’s whiskers, 
wiggle worms wandering winsomely....

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From
Winter's
Fertile womb
Spring leaps newborn
Joy filled daffodils
Ribbons of rose sunshine
New music trimmed in lilac
Wrens and robins return the song
And savor wriggling joy like fat worms
Fragrant fantasies spin on silver rain




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bottom of a bowel
of jagged rocks
slender bristling pines
ring  a ragged sky
through which slips
slivers of warmth
hugging me like a child
on this crisp morning

life on the line
wiggling wriggling
jumping
splashing, flashing
slippery, cold, and firm
in my grasp...

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drawn down in 
consummation
from heaven’s compost
I shall not be.

hacked as though
I were a succulent berry
juiced for the taking
I shall not be.

caught vole by a
diving shrike’s
talons
I shall not be.

I shall be Houdini
wriggling free.

    
©June 18, 2012
Kathryn M. Collins...

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We lie back listening
to the popping of stars in their pods.

I fish for words
that are not raw and wriggling.

You smoke a spiral staircase.

The car keeps swaying in our heads
over a shock absorbing silence.

I know you are looking through me,
searching for love-bones.

Sorry....

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Lakes lie limpid imponderable, 
glistening and glassy.
Looking like kites hanging 
suspended in the sky,
towing streams as shimmering tails,
wriggling in the wind.

Lakes and streams are inseparable, 
codependent, bedfellows,
each alike each other,
with wet bed bottoms
and wet watery entrails....

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We lie back listening 
to the popping of stars in their dark pods.
I fish for words 
that are not raw and wriggling. 
You smoke a spiral staircase.
The car keeps swaying in our heads
over a shock absorbing silence.
I know you are looking through me, 
searching for love-bones
on a distant back seat....

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    Flagging socks in worn-down boots
       shiver in storm-soaked suits
    wriggling worms cast as prey
      off ghostly piers, rods bend and sway

    dawn awaits her cue to enter 
      grouper and bass flash front and center
    solitary rowboat far from shore
      kerosene lamp lit no more
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What is this creepy thing
Infecting my body?
Busily digesting my flesh, melting,
The first stages of the blob.
End of my extremities
Swell ominously, wriggling,
Undulating like giant worms
Busily digesting my tissue
I’m becoming what I fear most,
Mistaken for castings
Shoveled up and thrown
On the compost heap....

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This lyric is for you
take it eat it as cake
it is your great offer
I can make from afar

I can’t see your face
but your spirit is here
wriggling her waist
as I sing sweet melodies

This lyric is for you
take it drink as milk
it is your great gift
I make deep from heart

Dance, my friend dance
Renew your spirit, dance...

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My naked feet slipping into the sand
Toes wriggling like tiny crabs scurrying
To safety while the tide rocks relentlessly
And seagulls swoop down to feast.

written November 17, 2021
on the beach in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico

HONORABLE MENTION
entered "Bite Size Poetry No. 28" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier...

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TEENAGE GIRLS


In the noisy café giggling
In their seats opposite me wriggling
Teen-age girls lean cheek-by-jowl.
Quiet as a cat’s footstep on a mouse prowl,
Their whispers to one another
With cupped hand-to-mouth to smother
Are so silent you don’t hear anything.
How do they speak so softly anyway?
Who would want to  listen anyhow?...

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Singer Sir Mick Jagger
Walks with a swagger
Wriggling snakelike hips
Pouts with big rubbery lips


Texan model Jerry Hall
Is very skinny and tall
Their Bali wedding wasn’t valid
Mick no longer lives on salad!

Clerihew Couples for Valentine's Day Prizes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire

1/11/19...

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Why did God make blowflies? 
To try our patience 
There is no doubt. 
They'll land on juicy steak 
When you leave it out 

Very soon you will find 
Little maggots wriggling on fresh meat 
The blowfly has laid her babies 
Now isn't that so sweet? 

That's what God intended 
All his creatures do 
Go forth and multiply 
That is his golden rule...

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Men grunting 
Mothers sighing 
All wailing 
for the willing soul
With a lamenting pitch 
As he renders 
a resounding call 
With a rising Crescendo 
Prising into every heart
Wriggling while thrusting away
 from this wanton emptiness 
Seeking relief amidst his mortal folks
Hailing his willingness to abide 
As they rove around 
Daring fate to his face....

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By a creek I sink my feet
in yesterday’s rain.

A swirl of green water
sucks at my boots.

Water rats swim near
not afraid of my stillness.

A willow tree sheds yellow catkins
they drop like magical caterpillars
wriggling as they learn to swim.

I scratch an itchy nose,
creek, rats and willow dreams
sink away
into nothing much,

just the usual mud....

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Before dying
Wriggling soil
Asked the children

Would you give
The leafy eyes
Only to see me?

Before the fall
Writhing earth
Entreated the children

would you give
The ears of green trees
Only to hear me?

To the world of the matured
Went the little ones
Searching leafy eyes and ears.

Will they return?

If return
Will the soil and earth remain?...

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