Life Worm Poems

It’s a parasite’s world.
The worm of laziness
Clogging the mind, 
Ego refusing change.

It’s a parasite’s world,
Seeping through one’s blood and breath.
Adoption, adaptation to change, an uphill...

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Oh, little worm, little worm
when will you learn not to squirm?
You crawl and crawl,
but are you going anywhere at all?
Oh, little worm so slow,
do you...

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This worm is proud to be green,                  ...

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the canary's sharp, pointed beak
scratched the earth and the worm tried to run away
desperate for the micro tunnels that she had dug
in search of a...

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The nematode, only oms
And then of course, noms
And munches, 
without, really 
munching much at all.
No teeth.

Ah.
To move in the mulch.
a thicket
of touch
not really 
knowing where...

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The splendor of books touched him early in his life, 
absorbed in the stilled animation embossed in them, 
the nascent imagination of the three-year old
morphed...

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thawing frozen snow
	winter’s vaporization ~
		robin fiesta...

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What matter 'elections'
  when man's end is the worm
When his hope is the maggot
  matters not how he squirms

So much angst, so much...

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There once was vampire named Vlad.
His life was obscurely sad.
He ate a worm,
The tide did turn.
Now Vlad is famously bad.





written 9/06/2020...

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old world robin jumps 
eagle flies, sings  arrk!!!
she spies a mouse 
~
robin redbreast eats,
the worm crawling on the ground
eagle feeds its chicks

Written words by...

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We are born…we live…we die…that’s the way it’s supposed to be
We are all bound by the circle of life…and our own mortality.

I noticed her as...

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Books came in his life early,
absorbed in the pictures in them 
the two-year old’s nascent imagination
morphed him into a book worm.

He grew up with other...

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I’m not string, I’m not spaghetti
And I’m certainly no yeti
With a bit more evolution
Could have been a John Paul Getty

But I love to make you...

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Tonight, in dark crescendo, rise the worms
to sniff the dampened crust of fresh thawed earth
bathe under flickering, cloud spaced, moon
aerate the very ground that bids...

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E-agerly catch the worm, 
M-orning has just broken; 
M-ake your life triumphant, 
A-s the dawn starts to open. 

L-et the twenty-third of July 
A-im to...

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