Worms Poems

Rubber Worms

Truth comes in one golden droplet
you can wait for days -weeks 
or a lifetime for it to appear 
in a dustbowl of faithlessness and doubt...
You wait like a blind baby bluebird
but mom only brings a rubber worm.
Eventually the sweet droplet meets 
the soul's red parched beak
songs are sung in hues of golden love
everything bathed in

Power to the Slime

Worm sliding round back of house,
Met, by chance, tiny soft mouse,
"How's all that dating stuff?
Dating the one is enough,
Worms stood the test of time,
Power to all our slime!
Worm love keeps us forever young,
Hermaphrodites have the most fun!"

blue worms lovely tea bath

Blue worm eased into his warm tea bath with love
The balmy weather was as lovely as the sky above
He soaked his tail, and he drank a bit of ale
A worm who was used to a sauna, without fail

Worms, Maybe Snails

      Maggots and worms, maybe snails
          look forward to them after death

      Consider that whenever
          you take a deep breath 

Where Death Worms Writhe

T’was a bone-chilling night, the stars twinkled high,
Echoing the sorrow that swelled in mine eye.
The high queen, suspended on her frigid throne,
Judging me harshly as I stand alone.
The night mist descends like a funeral pall,
Cascading down and consuming all.
Upon this hill, in sepulchral embrace,
Lies the cold stillness of thy pallid face.

“Despicable Death—thou wicked, cunning knave,
Hast

A Fish Story

A fish stood up in AA.
Oh boy, what he had to say!
" Hi. I'm Mister Yearns,
Stay away from worms,
I got hooked after one day!"

tomato worms pleas

the ripe red elite tomato made a sweet slice
decay and mold nowhere, it truly was nice.
garden knew it was the tomato’s time to reign
fat juicy intrusive tomato worm plead insane

carrots sat by watching as silently as sheep
their alarm bells going off, but not very deep
garden crone came by and cast a freshness spell
you decide if

Can of Worms

Tom tom drums call men unto war

The Euphrates dries in preparation

Of a Third world war as Gog and Magog

Start a Cataclysmic war that unchecked

Will lead to an outright world war

Russia is on the offensive in arms against

A colleague of the Russian federation

By name Ukraine is daily bombarded 

Carpet bombing NATO names it

As they western powers

Worms

I saw a great many worms today
As they came out in the rain to play.
I said, “in this party, don’t partake -
You are making a big mistake.”

The You that was

Like a feather, flaky and light,
Suspended in the air against the golden hue----
With blades of lemon grass beneath, tall and sharp
You burst forth in my mind,
Spilling colors of ecstasy 
In the aching heart.

Like a story untold, unwritten, unsung---
You stream a melody of once upon a time.
A glimpse of you, splash liquid delight.
And send thousands of

Worms

A photograph of us
tucked into an old paperback.

We took the book to Rome
long ago.

I left it on a bus.

Most likely
it has been destroyed,
by riffling thumbprints.
Paper rots,
the bus recycled into,
spoons and helmets.

The book was once
a romantic novel,
now it’s a ghost story.

Book worms rewrite history -
a very natural process.

Forest Worms

See them crawling out of the mound walking in a straight line, one set is going to East, the other to the West, carrying little particles of food in their mouth and moving  with rapid speed.  

They stop and greet each other on the way and I am always curious about what they

Smelling Night Crawlers

After the rain I started to smell them
They have a distinct odor, not a fragrance
I had to walk carefully, as to not squash them
They were squirming on the sidewalk and in the grass
Night crawlers, giving me nightmares some nights

The Little Green Worm - Nursery Rhyme

O, the little, green worm.
Why, o, why do you squirm
And wriggle all about?

Beneath the wild flower,
'Tis no April shower 
Raining down the tin spout.

Is it the olde robin
When he goes a' bobbin'?
Just listen to him shout!

O, the little, green worm.
Don't you scamper and squirm, 
And don't you nary pout. 

A sweet song, hear him sing,
Telling

Worms All Mixed With Flowers

One day with my own self, such peaceful hours
The inner seas make music as they roll
And in the ground the worms air roots of flowers

The rain comes down in cold but gentle showers
Desiring  to  give moisture to all souls
A symbol of  the value of quiet hours

In Northern hills we looked for 

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