I’m a dead muse walking, stuck in a queue
moving along slowly, spreading out too
A worm wriggles past, looking worse for wear
was caught in a hailstorm, guts everywhere
I'm a dead muse crawling, stuck fast in glue
caught up with the worm, he leaked so much goo
We're neck and neck, near the exit gate
I patch up his wounds, then use him for bait
I'm a dead muse fishing, snagging old reeds
the worm's in awful shape, each segment bleeds
I let him off the hook, just to take a rest
he looks juicy, but in truth not the best
I'm a dead muse starving, no appetite
can't find a stanza never mind a bite
And that poor li’l wiggler, I let him go
into the hailstorm, oops no, stupid crow!
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
wiggler, dark, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
Spring Sonnet
The microscopic lifeforms in my soil
Sense the rising in degrees Celsius.
Old Summer’s red wiggler worms now uncoil,
While hungry birds look down most odious.
Most showers now done, the weeds envelope
The surviving herbs, flowers, plus veggies.
Like the weeds, slimy molluscs interlope,
Quitting the shadows with their progenies.
Scooping composted chicken & steer
Into my orange Home Depot buckets;
Troweling in costly mineral grit -
Then turning the soils, crushing silt nuggets.
The difficult tasks done, seeds in the grounds –
October pumpkins will surround the mounds.
Categories:
wiggler, earth, food, garden, halloween,
Form: Sonnet
It was much too cold underground
so Winnie wriggled her way to the top
where she found it much too hot!
She turned and wiggled back down.
“There’s no place like home!”, she said.
“I like the feel of my cool skin!”
then she winked at me with a grin,
“I think I’ll read a book instead.”
Categories:
wiggler, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Categories:
wiggler, cute, earth, march, moon,
Form: Footle
Forty-eight, sixty-eight, eighty-eight
Age has no bearing whatsoever
When it comes to a gorgeous young filly
As long as she's breathing, that's all we need
When the time we have left gets short
We must use the time remaining
To drink in all the beauty that life has to offer
At the risk of sounding like a dirty old man
Please excuse my verbosity
I'm just trying to explain the working's
Of an old man's mind or ANY man's mind
Gorgeous women were always meant to be
Admired, gawked at and drooled over
Plain and simple... it's why we exist!
So here's to gawking, may I gawk forever
It sends shivers down to my toesies
With each sweetie that prances by
My wiggler starts wiggling
And puffs of smoke stream outta my ears
Categories:
wiggler, courage,
Form: Free verse
Seventeen, thirty-seven, fifty-seven
Age has no bearing whatsoever
When it comes to a gorgeous young filly
As long as she's breathing, that's all us guys need
When the time we have left gets short
We must use the remaining time
To drink in all the beauty that life has to offer
At the risk of sounding like a dirty old man
Please excuse my verbosity
I'm just trying to explain the working's
Of an old man's mind or ANY man's mind
Gorgeous women were always meant to be
Admired, gawked at and drooled over
Plain and simple... it's why we exist!
So here's to gawking, may I gawk forever
It sends shivers down to my toesies
With each sweetie that prances by
My wiggler starts wiggling
And puffs of smoke streams
Outta my ears
Categories:
wiggler, women,
Form: Couplet
Bob in the Cage
He is not nice.
I closed the door and told him to wait…there.
He did.
It did not make his mood better.
It helped mine a little.
I was far less likely to put him in the pot,
and cook him today.
That was good in every way…
especially for him.
He bites,
Not a little but a lot.
Just when you let your guard down.
So friendly he can be,
You will see, what I mean,
I talk about him all the time.
He has gotten under my skin,
like a wiggler.
It is going to take gas to get it out.
Or, I will just wait,
and let him out again…(in a while)
because loving him is not easy…
but that is not the point.
Categories:
wiggler, abuse, bird, cry, death,
Form: Epic
I dig beneath the autumn leaves among the earthy rot
To free an earthworm situated there its freedom to fresh air
Thus I grasp the wiggler- tis slimy and wet-it wiggles all the more
And place it in an old fruit jar amongst brethren already there
Now hunkered on yonder river bank I reach into this bait filled jar
To grasp a wiggly wiggler and skew it to my line
That it may do its job as only it best can do
Then a moment poised over the water then baptized anew
Sit I do until the wiggler is caught -a tug then reel him back with glee
For the fight is joy due to wiggler’s ploy
Tis great that I have worms
For I get all the glory
Categories:
wiggler, animals, childhood, autumn,
Form: Free verse
“Couldn’t we all just be right?”
At the hind end of the elephant holding its tail; the first blind man said.
“Rotten luck all of us being blind!” said the blind, seated man hugging a leg.
“Perhaps, this entity is a snake.” Said the skinny blind man squeezing the trunk.
“Every one knows there is only ONE!” screamed the blind child astride.
“Don’t holler at you’re elders.” The turbaned tail wiggler shouted.
“Everyone I know thinks there’s MANY”. Said the blind woman rubbing toenails.
“Unlikely, very unlikely,” they bickered. “It’s a Snake.” “It’s a Tree”. “It’s a rope!”
“Maybe we should ask IT.” Said the child, and she laughed till she fell off.
Categories:
wiggler, faith
Form: Acrostic