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"crawlies" poems

Poor wee cat lost in the dirt trodden on when wee and hurt lived on worms and ***** things insects crawlies all with wings you fell lucky furry boy found a family full of joy hunted you until they won took you in for love and fun now you weigh a lot of pounds your belly drags along the ground but such a baby you're so sweet rubbing all around our feet "Dry me off then put some food in my dish please don't be rude!" I have to say that in my mind a cuter moggie can't be found If am born next as a cat I'll be like Wilson soft and fat!

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Mar 11, 2011

Mar 11, 2011 at 8:34 PM UTC

Poor wee cat lost in the dirt trodden on when wee and hurt lived on worms and ***** things insects crawlies all with wings you fell lucky furry boy found a family full of joy hunted you until they won took you in for love and fun now you weigh a lot of pounds your belly drags along the ground but such a baby you're so sweet rubbing all around our feet "Dry me off then put some food in my dish please don't be rude!" I have to say that in my mind a cuter moggie can't be found If am born next as a cat I'll be like Wilson soft and fat!

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A brightly lit room still holds darkness. Look deeply, Leopard like sharpness. In a corner or behind the door. Look closely, Maybe under the floor. Look high, look low. Bring a friend, Let the search grow. Look to the wardrobe, Maybe you see it. Pressure building in your lobe. Look under the bed, Creepy crawlies, Infecting your head. Look in the closet, Careful there I say, Untold, unknown, A ghoulish made deposit.

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Aug 8, 2018

Aug 8, 2018 at 4:43 AM UTC

A brightly lit room still holds darkness. Look deeply, Leopard like sharpness. In a corner or behind the door. Look closely, Maybe under the floor. Look high, look low. Bring a friend, Let the search grow. Look to the wardrobe, Maybe you see it. Pressure building in your lobe. Look under the bed, Creepy crawlies, Infecting your head. Look in the closet, Careful there I say, Untold, unknown, A ghoulish made deposit.

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Blossoming shrubs enveloping pubs not a cloud in the sky budding am I Malaga in September weather I'll remember 29 degrees and counting each day it seems to be mounting I'm not liking the creepy crawlies giving me the heebie jeebies to everyone's delight I squeal in fright Spanish are fine until behind them in line no problem pushing with choice adjectives I'm gushing My muscles are loving the heat I can even touch my feet my back thinks its in heaven my shoulder readily rev-ing Still a week to go my tan a no-show this sunbathing is hard work in the shade my husband lurks Batteries are charging my stomach's enlarging relaxation is seeping into my pores lullabies, each others snores

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Oct 2, 2013

Oct 2, 2013 at 5:04 PM UTC

Blossoming shrubs enveloping pubs not a cloud in the sky budding am I Malaga in September weather I'll remember 29 degrees and counting each day it seems to be mounting I'm not liking the creepy crawlies giving me the heebie jeebies to everyone's delight I squeal in fright Spanish are fine until behind them in line no problem pushing with choice adjectives I'm gushing My muscles are loving the heat I can even touch my feet my back thinks its in heaven my shoulder readily rev-ing Still a week to go my tan a no-show this sunbathing is hard work in the shade my husband lurks Batteries are charging my stomach's enlarging relaxation is seeping into my pores lullabies, each others snores

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Sleep my child, sleep No need to count sheep Just close your eyes No need to cry Sleep my child, sleep Only a room away Wake to a new day feel no fear Im still right here Sleep my child, sleep Protected by his blood Like Noah and the flood Youll be unharmed Just like a charm Sleep my child, sleep Precious as can be Eyes not meant to see Creepy crawlies and voodoo dollies Sleep my child, sleep this is meant to be sang

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Dec 18, 2012

Dec 18, 2012 at 6:16 PM UTC

A Mothers Lullaby

Sleep my child, sleep No need to count sheep Just close your eyes No need to cry Sleep my child, sleep Only a room away Wake to a new day feel no fear Im still right here Sleep my child, sleep Protected by his blood Like Noah and the flood Youll be unharmed Just like a charm Sleep my child, sleep Precious as can be Eyes not meant to see Creepy crawlies and voodoo dollies Sleep my child, sleep this is meant to be sang

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insects sleep in dead trees the dead trees still stand because they have small guests to entertain bugs are beautiful even when they sting me take little nips from my neck and *** ants crawl five feet below but they still make my forehead hot bugs are beautiful they do not **** anyone, bugs remind me that I am alive in little bites for them, I will take my fever and put it in a shrine

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Mar 31, 2013

Mar 31, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC

creepy-crawlies

insects sleep in dead trees the dead trees still stand because they have small guests to entertain bugs are beautiful even when they sting me take little nips from my neck and *** ants crawl five feet below but they still make my forehead hot bugs are beautiful they do not **** anyone, bugs remind me that I am alive in little bites for them, I will take my fever and put it in a shrine

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Nature is everything From tiny protozoa to the largest whale Even the simplest insects Contain elegent complexity Beauty in even the most ugly beast. Peaceful, quiet and beautiful is Nature calm, Like a natural healing balm, From the largest beast to the smallest fly; Under Mother Nature’s air so sweet and high! The mist, the moon, the stars, and the night, Are Mother Nature’s biggest delight! The light, the sun, the rays, And light of the first morning’s day, Are all a part of beauty; Nature is a beautiful treasure to see! Nature is my favorite theme, The morning is Mother Nature’s greatest scheme! The leaves are falling from the trees, And land inside the blue-green seas. Blue-greeny seas and red firey stars Dancing fish and snarling wolves A little red fox trotting across cold snow A flash of bold crimson in an icy white land The aurora borealis and corona of the sun The swirl of galaxies floating unfettered Crashing into one another and stars dancing between them Even these touch upon nature A sort of large scale metaphor for the people of Earth The whole of Mother Nature, Her essence, and the ideas around her Stretching into the greatest star and the smallest seed The essence of life subtly covers all Echoing the shapes and spirals Mountains high and valleys low, Spiders and creepy crawlies Soft minxes and gentle pachyderms A world of life in even the tiniest Drop of water or crumb of dirt All this beauty and wonder Falls in Gaia's realm A sunrise in the sky, Birds chirping in the trees so high, The sun reflecting on the sandy shore; It also hits the forest floor. The hot and dry desert with scorching sand, The long miles of vast-bare land, Only a few birds chirp in the air; There’s no water over there! The mountains of powder white, Are so pretty even at night, When owls do roam and birds doth sleep; In trees on mountains steep. Cats that are a homeless stray, Still walk onward even in the cold day, They sleep outside at night; No one should make them homeless they have no right! Mother Nature mourns when she sees cats not treated kind, Still she walks onward through the wind, She looks onward crying; Watching sick animals dying. Help this earth become a better one, Until then our work may never be done, The sun may never fade away; Or the sky ever become gray, But help keep Mother Nature from crying; As she watches sick animals dying.

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Dec 16, 2012

Dec 16, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC

Mother Earth's Splendor

Nature is everything From tiny protozoa to the largest whale Even the simplest insects Contain elegent complexity Beauty in even the most ugly beast. Peaceful, quiet and beautiful is Nature calm, Like a natural healing balm, From the largest beast to the smallest fly; Under Mother Nature’s air so sweet and high! The mist, the moon, the stars, and the night, Are Mother Nature’s biggest delight! The light, the sun, the rays, And light of the first morning’s day, Are all a part of beauty; Nature is a beautiful treasure to see! Nature is my favorite theme, The morning is Mother Nature’s greatest scheme! The leaves are falling from the trees, And land inside the blue-green seas. Blue-greeny seas and red firey stars Dancing fish and snarling wolves A little red fox trotting across cold snow A flash of bold crimson in an icy white land The aurora borealis and corona of the sun The swirl of galaxies floating unfettered Crashing into one another and stars dancing between them Even these touch upon nature A sort of large scale metaphor for the people of Earth The whole of Mother Nature, Her essence, and the ideas around her Stretching into the greatest star and the smallest seed The essence of life subtly covers all Echoing the shapes and spirals Mountains high and valleys low, Spiders and creepy crawlies Soft minxes and gentle pachyderms A world of life in even the tiniest Drop of water or crumb of dirt All this beauty and wonder Falls in Gaia's realm A sunrise in the sky, Birds chirping in the trees so high, The sun reflecting on the sandy shore; It also hits the forest floor. The hot and dry desert with scorching sand, The long miles of vast-bare land, Only a few birds chirp in the air; There’s no water over there! The mountains of powder white, Are so pretty even at night, When owls do roam and birds doth sleep; In trees on mountains steep. Cats that are a homeless stray, Still walk onward even in the cold day, They sleep outside at night; No one should make them homeless they have no right! Mother Nature mourns when she sees cats not treated kind, Still she walks onward through the wind, She looks onward crying; Watching sick animals dying. Help this earth become a better one, Until then our work may never be done, The sun may never fade away; Or the sky ever become gray, But help keep Mother Nature from crying; As she watches sick animals dying.

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Itchy Itchy Crawly bugs running through your hair 1,2,3 pick em out 4,5,6 is it over yet? Drown your head nasty smelly shampoo Attack on the creepy crawlies Itchy, itchy, crawly bugs Dead at your feet. Creepy crawly FREE

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC

Itchy Itchy Crawly bugs running through your hair 1,2,3 pick em out 4,5,6 is it over yet? Drown your head nasty smelly shampoo Attack on the creepy crawlies Itchy, itchy, crawly bugs Dead at your feet. Creepy crawly FREE

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Nature is everything From tiny protozoa to the largest whale Even the simplest insects Contain elegent complexity Beauty in even the most ugly beast Peaceful, quiet and beautiful is Nature calm, Like a natural healing balm, From the largest beast to the smallest fly; Under Mother Nature’s air so sweet and high! The mist, the moon, the stars, and the night, Are Mother Nature’s biggest delight! The light, the sun, the rays, And light of the first morning’s day, Are all a part of beauty; Nature is a beautiful treasure to see! Nature is my favorite theme, The morning is Mother Nature’s greatest scheme! The leaves are falling from the trees, And land inside the blue-green seas. Blue-greeny seas and red firey stars Dancing fish and snarling wolves A little red fox trotting across cold snow A flash of bold crimson in an icy white land The aurora borealis and corona of the sun The swirl of galaxies floating unfettered Crashing into one another and stars dancing between them Even these touch upon nature A sort of large scale metaphor for the people of Earth The whole of Mother Nature, Her essence, and the ideas around her Stretching into the greatest star and the smallest seed The essence of life subtly covers all Echoing the shapes and spirals Mountains high and valleys low, Spiders and creepy crawlies Soft minxes and gentle pachyderms A world of life in even the tiniest Drop of water or crumb of dirt All this beauty and wonder Falls in Gaia's realm A sunrise in the sky, Birds chirping in the trees so high, The sun reflecting on the sandy shore; It also hits the forest floor. The hot and dry desert with scorching sand, The long miles of vast-bare land, Only a few birds chirp in the air; There’s no water over there! The mountains of powder white, Are so pretty even at night, When owls do roam and birds doth sleep; In trees on mountains steep. Cats that are a homeless stray, Still walk onward even in the cold day, They sleep outside at night; No one should make them homeless they have no right! Mother Nature mourns when she sees cats not treated kind, Still she walks onward through the wind, She looks onward crying; Watching sick animals dying. Help this earth become a better one, Until then our work may never be done, The sun may never fade away; Or the sky ever become gray, But help keep Mother Nature from crying; As she watches sick animals dying.

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Dec 16, 2012

Dec 16, 2012 at 6:21 PM UTC

mother earth's splendor

Nature is everything From tiny protozoa to the largest whale Even the simplest insects Contain elegent complexity Beauty in even the most ugly beast Peaceful, quiet and beautiful is Nature calm, Like a natural healing balm, From the largest beast to the smallest fly; Under Mother Nature’s air so sweet and high! The mist, the moon, the stars, and the night, Are Mother Nature’s biggest delight! The light, the sun, the rays, And light of the first morning’s day, Are all a part of beauty; Nature is a beautiful treasure to see! Nature is my favorite theme, The morning is Mother Nature’s greatest scheme! The leaves are falling from the trees, And land inside the blue-green seas. Blue-greeny seas and red firey stars Dancing fish and snarling wolves A little red fox trotting across cold snow A flash of bold crimson in an icy white land The aurora borealis and corona of the sun The swirl of galaxies floating unfettered Crashing into one another and stars dancing between them Even these touch upon nature A sort of large scale metaphor for the people of Earth The whole of Mother Nature, Her essence, and the ideas around her Stretching into the greatest star and the smallest seed The essence of life subtly covers all Echoing the shapes and spirals Mountains high and valleys low, Spiders and creepy crawlies Soft minxes and gentle pachyderms A world of life in even the tiniest Drop of water or crumb of dirt All this beauty and wonder Falls in Gaia's realm A sunrise in the sky, Birds chirping in the trees so high, The sun reflecting on the sandy shore; It also hits the forest floor. The hot and dry desert with scorching sand, The long miles of vast-bare land, Only a few birds chirp in the air; There’s no water over there! The mountains of powder white, Are so pretty even at night, When owls do roam and birds doth sleep; In trees on mountains steep. Cats that are a homeless stray, Still walk onward even in the cold day, They sleep outside at night; No one should make them homeless they have no right! Mother Nature mourns when she sees cats not treated kind, Still she walks onward through the wind, She looks onward crying; Watching sick animals dying. Help this earth become a better one, Until then our work may never be done, The sun may never fade away; Or the sky ever become gray, But help keep Mother Nature from crying; As she watches sick animals dying.

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possessed with the intangible art form known as free flowing mind blowing expanding into all but collapsing into itself. breathing one's breath and skipping one's step at the thought that you can and are and shall be forever more and eternally so. we go and go but step back to show what we've found along the way. i learn tomorrow and write today. visions of the past are useless. we must scope our way into the new beginning. rush into the black mist of possibility. of danger. of death. of life. of breath. of love and tragedy alike. we are bold as mold creep and crawl along side the creepy crawlies until there is no more meat to pull along with us. but we keep going. we take, we consume as this world instructs us to. only way to pass along the lines without them knowing why we're really there. without them finding out we've been here before. new names and faces both them and i. but they are blind. we seek. we seek.

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Oct 28, 2012

Oct 28, 2012 at 9:34 PM UTC

possessed with the intangible art form known as

possessed with the intangible art form known as free flowing mind blowing expanding into all but collapsing into itself. breathing one's breath and skipping one's step at the thought that you can and are and shall be forever more and eternally so. we go and go but step back to show what we've found along the way. i learn tomorrow and write today. visions of the past are useless. we must scope our way into the new beginning. rush into the black mist of possibility. of danger. of death. of life. of breath. of love and tragedy alike. we are bold as mold creep and crawl along side the creepy crawlies until there is no more meat to pull along with us. but we keep going. we take, we consume as this world instructs us to. only way to pass along the lines without them knowing why we're really there. without them finding out we've been here before. new names and faces both them and i. but they are blind. we seek. we seek.

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Twisted figures in the pines Creates distortions in my mind Flip the switch close the blinds Roaming spirits trapped in time Distorted figures in my mirror Creepy crawlies where I stare Black magic residue rips the veil Unruly realms, so strange as hell I see them mostly in the day When the breezy shadows begin to sway Exposing figures with watching eyes As if they can see inside my mind ...

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May 5, 2015

May 5, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC

Twisted figures in the pines Creates distortions in my mind Flip the switch close the blinds Roaming spirits trapped in time Distorted figures in my mirror Creepy crawlies where I stare Black magic residue rips the veil Unruly realms, so strange as hell I see them mostly in the day When the breezy shadows begin to sway Exposing figures with watching eyes As if they can see inside my mind ...

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Slobbering slime rolls off its mouth creepy crawlies are marching south evil eyes and jiggly jowls, sinister laughs and winning howls a flash of teeth from underneath, a throaty growl you sit, try not to yowl, the bed will hide its enormous bulk, these evil things will never sulk. A shattering cry pierces the night, now it’s time to run in fright. You run and run and run and run trying to escape to a midnight sun you search for warmth, you search for heat you can hear the pitter patter of shuffling feet down the hall you scamper and dash running away from the smell of ash. You open the doors to your parents room, hoping to escape the metallic vroom, you dash and scurry up on to their bed, and snuggle between them, your feet by their head. They wake and ask “what’s wrong, dear?” You answer with a tale drench in fear. But Dada and Papa only smile at you. They say, “follow us”, and you do. They take you back, and turn the light on, And show you the monsters, but now they are gone. In their place sit ordinary things that your imagination makes, And you realize that the monsters are fakes.

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Oct 29, 2013

Oct 29, 2013 at 5:28 PM UTC

The Monsters Under My Bed

Slobbering slime rolls off its mouth creepy crawlies are marching south evil eyes and jiggly jowls, sinister laughs and winning howls a flash of teeth from underneath, a throaty growl you sit, try not to yowl, the bed will hide its enormous bulk, these evil things will never sulk. A shattering cry pierces the night, now it’s time to run in fright. You run and run and run and run trying to escape to a midnight sun you search for warmth, you search for heat you can hear the pitter patter of shuffling feet down the hall you scamper and dash running away from the smell of ash. You open the doors to your parents room, hoping to escape the metallic vroom, you dash and scurry up on to their bed, and snuggle between them, your feet by their head. They wake and ask “what’s wrong, dear?” You answer with a tale drench in fear. But Dada and Papa only smile at you. They say, “follow us”, and you do. They take you back, and turn the light on, And show you the monsters, but now they are gone. In their place sit ordinary things that your imagination makes, And you realize that the monsters are fakes.

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I don't fear the dark My eyes just adjust to the twinkle of the stars and the rays of the moon I don't fear heights The clouds just soar around me, masking the spot on which my feet are found I don't fear creepy crawlies My body's design has just deviated from my micro friends, and my skeleton runs within me My only fear is that I'll never hold you close to me in the dark of the night That I won't be able take you to the heights of heaven again Where the world is just a tiny speck to what we, together, have become

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Mar 16, 2015

Mar 16, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC

I don't fear the dark My eyes just adjust to the twinkle of the stars and the rays of the moon I don't fear heights The clouds just soar around me, masking the spot on which my feet are found I don't fear creepy crawlies My body's design has just deviated from my micro friends, and my skeleton runs within me My only fear is that I'll never hold you close to me in the dark of the night That I won't be able take you to the heights of heaven again Where the world is just a tiny speck to what we, together, have become

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Arachnids, Spiders, Creepy Crawlies Bite, Bite Venoms, Fast Pulse Fear, Agony, Spinning Web Eight Glassy Black Eyes Evil Creature, Monstrous Insect Crush, Squash, No Guilt Evil, Horror, Bad Thing **** Them, Destroy, Fear Shining Silver Thread Created From Nothing Spun Around A Post Horribly Sticky Horror In My Eyes Fear And Panic Death To The Arachnids Bad Spider, Fear. Arachnaphobia Horrible, Heart Stopping Sweaty Palms, Panicked Scream Spiders, Fear, Arachnids

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Sep 16, 2013

Sep 16, 2013 at 10:38 PM UTC

Arachnids, Spiders, Creepy Crawlies Bite, Bite Venoms, Fast Pulse Fear, Agony, Spinning Web Eight Glassy Black Eyes Evil Creature, Monstrous Insect Crush, Squash, No Guilt Evil, Horror, Bad Thing **** Them, Destroy, Fear Shining Silver Thread Created From Nothing Spun Around A Post Horribly Sticky Horror In My Eyes Fear And Panic Death To The Arachnids Bad Spider, Fear. Arachnaphobia Horrible, Heart Stopping Sweaty Palms, Panicked Scream Spiders, Fear, Arachnids

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Slobbering slim rolls off its mouth Creepy crawlies start marching south Evil eyes and jiggly jowls, Sinister laughs and winning howls A flash of teeth, From underneath A Throaty growl You sit, try not to yowl The bed will hide its enormous bulk Evil will never sulk A shattering cry pierces the night Now it’s time to run in fright

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Dec 16, 2012

Dec 16, 2012 at 6:55 PM UTC

The Monster Under My Bed

Slobbering slim rolls off its mouth Creepy crawlies start marching south Evil eyes and jiggly jowls, Sinister laughs and winning howls A flash of teeth, From underneath A Throaty growl You sit, try not to yowl The bed will hide its enormous bulk Evil will never sulk A shattering cry pierces the night Now it’s time to run in fright

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reality sinks in like thousands of pins piercing my skin this is home in the sense that i've lived endless days here, but i've never felt more lost in my life down the rabbit hole i go only this time i'm falling alone things were much simpler when your hand was always in mine when i land with a thud at the bottom of this long tunnel things are too dark and my eyes have trouble adjusting this time there's no one to lead me i crawl on all fours through the dirt and grime mud caked onto my fingers and toes creepy crawlies scuttle across my appendages but i don't mind, i welcome the company

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Mar 11, 2011

Mar 11, 2011 at 7:10 AM UTC

reality sinks in like thousands of pins piercing my skin this is home in the sense that i've lived endless days here, but i've never felt more lost in my life down the rabbit hole i go only this time i'm falling alone things were much simpler when your hand was always in mine when i land with a thud at the bottom of this long tunnel things are too dark and my eyes have trouble adjusting this time there's no one to lead me i crawl on all fours through the dirt and grime mud caked onto my fingers and toes creepy crawlies scuttle across my appendages but i don't mind, i welcome the company

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At a funeral recently, a cremation along with my young niece Whose a Vegan and very environmentally conscious I was telling her "I wouldn't like to be cremated, it's too much like 'going to hell' to me" Then she says she'd like to be cremated herself, that it'd be her preferred choice, that it'd be the most environmentally friendly way to go I said to her "Would you not like to be buried in one of those nice wicker basket type coffins that the environmental people like I thought that's the kind of thing you'd be into" She said No! I wouldn't like them, the thought of worms and other creepy crawlies crawling in on top of me, all over me Ugh! I couldn't bear that. Oh I said, No! just give me a nice quiet church graveyard, lovely and peaceful With the yew trees nice and shady and the birds singing softly, somewhere lovely and quiet way out in the country It'd be so relaxing "Well", she said,"you won't know, sure you'll be dead". "My soul it'll be reposing", I corrected her cheerily. Then I said "Y'know I think I saw this TV programme once where you could have music playing in your coffin Something over in America, could only be in America LoL I went on dreamily, "Y'know I think I'm getting younger as I grow older I've put away all my old Black Sabbath records Now I've started listening to Taylor Swift instead, she has some great songs that girl, great videos too I think I'll have Taylor Swift singing to me in my coffin I'll go boppin' into the next world, the next life with Taylor, hand in hand I could even put some posters of her up on the inside of my coffin. Look! I said to my niece pointing to a few hairs on the front of my head I think my quiff it's starting to grow back again. Elvis here I come!!!

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Feb 20, 2022

Feb 20, 2022 at 7:03 PM UTC

Electric Funeral

At a funeral recently, a cremation along with my young niece Whose a Vegan and very environmentally conscious I was telling her "I wouldn't like to be cremated, it's too much like 'going to hell' to me" Then she says she'd like to be cremated herself, that it'd be her preferred choice, that it'd be the most environmentally friendly way to go I said to her "Would you not like to be buried in one of those nice wicker basket type coffins that the environmental people like I thought that's the kind of thing you'd be into" She said No! I wouldn't like them, the thought of worms and other creepy crawlies crawling in on top of me, all over me Ugh! I couldn't bear that. Oh I said, No! just give me a nice quiet church graveyard, lovely and peaceful With the yew trees nice and shady and the birds singing softly, somewhere lovely and quiet way out in the country It'd be so relaxing "Well", she said,"you won't know, sure you'll be dead". "My soul it'll be reposing", I corrected her cheerily. Then I said "Y'know I think I saw this TV programme once where you could have music playing in your coffin Something over in America, could only be in America LoL I went on dreamily, "Y'know I think I'm getting younger as I grow older I've put away all my old Black Sabbath records Now I've started listening to Taylor Swift instead, she has some great songs that girl, great videos too I think I'll have Taylor Swift singing to me in my coffin I'll go boppin' into the next world, the next life with Taylor, hand in hand I could even put some posters of her up on the inside of my coffin. Look! I said to my niece pointing to a few hairs on the front of my head I think my quiff it's starting to grow back again. Elvis here I come!!!

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Marshes and meadows Sunshine and shadows Gentle ripples on the calm river Foaming rapids in white water The jungle echoes in the semi-darkness while daylight creepy-crawlies clear the mess. Peasants toiling and pheasants scratching as I spy a cricket somersaulting The cactus the desert's prickly femme-fatale elsewhere a lone leaf floats in the canal Prairie dogs go popping while hares go hopping and ladies go shopping Swans have formed a V-line The flora too is divine as bees nosedive in bee-line. Seista seizes birdlovers too Thus they miss out on the hoopoe's song For the hoopoe, it does not sing on cue since a bird may sing anytime to woo. What a medley eh of scenery Murky eve and dawning greenery Ah, wherever you go nature's so panoramic While we make and take pictures God actually makes what's so picturesque!

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Dec 29, 2017

Dec 29, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC

S-zaynab-kamoonpury5

Scenery medley contrasts

Marshes and meadows Sunshine and shadows Gentle ripples on the calm river Foaming rapids in white water The jungle echoes in the semi-darkness while daylight creepy-crawlies clear the mess. Peasants toiling and pheasants scratching as I spy a cricket somersaulting The cactus the desert's prickly femme-fatale elsewhere a lone leaf floats in the canal Prairie dogs go popping while hares go hopping and ladies go shopping Swans have formed a V-line The flora too is divine as bees nosedive in bee-line. Seista seizes birdlovers too Thus they miss out on the hoopoe's song For the hoopoe, it does not sing on cue since a bird may sing anytime to woo. What a medley eh of scenery Murky eve and dawning greenery Ah, wherever you go nature's so panoramic While we make and take pictures God actually makes what's so picturesque!

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Is it the monsters that hide in the closet? Or the ones that we deposit? Dark murky corridors reek of must and mold. Crumbling gothic castles, dungeons are damp and cold. Even with sprawling cities, High and low they grow. Creepies and the crawlies and all the fears we can know From the corner of the eye, a flash or shadow you see. If it’s visible, how scary can it be?

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Jan 4, 2015

Jan 4, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC

Is It The Monsters

Is it the monsters that hide in the closet? Or the ones that we deposit? Dark murky corridors reek of must and mold. Crumbling gothic castles, dungeons are damp and cold. Even with sprawling cities, High and low they grow. Creepies and the crawlies and all the fears we can know From the corner of the eye, a flash or shadow you see. If it’s visible, how scary can it be?

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Crawling thing with six legs, I'll keep you in mind... Flying thing with big eyes, I ate you just in time, Now crawly-bug I eat you too, I lap my face to clean off your goo, Screams from heaven, I must hide! Yesterday my brother died... I slither into pile of leaves, I hope the screamer didn't see, Stay still, prepare and lick the air, I smell more crawlies over there... I get too cool and run for rock, To sun myself, And in my sluggish state I lie on rock... “Ahhhh!” I'm grabbed and now I'm in the blue! The Screamer eats me and my last crawly too!

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Jun 9, 2016

Jun 9, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC

david-john-mowers

The Think of Skink

Crawling thing with six legs, I'll keep you in mind... Flying thing with big eyes, I ate you just in time, Now crawly-bug I eat you too, I lap my face to clean off your goo, Screams from heaven, I must hide! Yesterday my brother died... I slither into pile of leaves, I hope the screamer didn't see, Stay still, prepare and lick the air, I smell more crawlies over there... I get too cool and run for rock, To sun myself, And in my sluggish state I lie on rock... “Ahhhh!” I'm grabbed and now I'm in the blue! The Screamer eats me and my last crawly too!

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all my friends know i always loved spiders since i got bit...from a recluse..by a fire i love them now these weird creepy crawlies i own them in fact...they cure the phobias please don;t **** them they won't hurt you they eat all the bad bugs...that always bite you the biggest i seen..was three feet across on the side of a house like something from lost now i pick them up gently you see and put them outside..and let them be there here for a reason...so don't get so mad if you **** these fine creatures...it will make me sad you don't have to pet them...just wait and see the one in your hair is just lookin for peace next time you step on a spider of sorts think of the godly recourse they do not eat much they try to stay hidden most of them small...and black as kitten love that spider ..and watch him grow... from a small adolesent ...to the size of a crow dont run from a spider....he means you no harm hes looking for comfort away from the storm now i love spiders...there's no going back oh no now to think of it.......i hope i'm never attacked...

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Apr 2, 2013

Apr 2, 2013 at 8:11 PM UTC

all my friends know i always loved spiders since i got bit...from a recluse..by a fire i love them now these weird creepy crawlies i own them in fact...they cure the phobias please don;t **** them they won't hurt you they eat all the bad bugs...that always bite you the biggest i seen..was three feet across on the side of a house like something from lost now i pick them up gently you see and put them outside..and let them be there here for a reason...so don't get so mad if you **** these fine creatures...it will make me sad you don't have to pet them...just wait and see the one in your hair is just lookin for peace next time you step on a spider of sorts think of the godly recourse they do not eat much they try to stay hidden most of them small...and black as kitten love that spider ..and watch him grow... from a small adolesent ...to the size of a crow dont run from a spider....he means you no harm hes looking for comfort away from the storm now i love spiders...there's no going back oh no now to think of it.......i hope i'm never attacked...

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Suddenly stranded, I’m at the bottom of this pit of mush. Full of angst, Delusions. Crawlies & wet dirt up to my chin, Suffocating, Anatomical heart thumping fast Beating like a drum. Despair, Stretching out my arm, Aiming it towards the bright light, Barking for it to take a grasp of my hand and **** me in tight. Shutting my eyes, Seeing black, Wanting to be black, Disappearing into ashes. Emptiness and motionless harmony, Suddenly speaking.

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Mar 1, 2012

Mar 1, 2012 at 4:11 PM UTC

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Suddenly stranded, I’m at the bottom of this pit of mush. Full of angst, Delusions. Crawlies & wet dirt up to my chin, Suffocating, Anatomical heart thumping fast Beating like a drum. Despair, Stretching out my arm, Aiming it towards the bright light, Barking for it to take a grasp of my hand and **** me in tight. Shutting my eyes, Seeing black, Wanting to be black, Disappearing into ashes. Emptiness and motionless harmony, Suddenly speaking.

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keeping it low key in order to show me how far I've got to go, the twist in it like the roads but the destination, started, was hidden in the dark with creepy crawlies in place of its heart flaking on the opportunities that seem more like social hassle no time for carless action, as it passes by the days but the sun continues to rise again uncontrollable urge to venture out these cigarette buds will leave a trial of my journey come right to me, and lie next to me Kyle. be next to me lay heavy on my body, you're nothing i can't hold I've traveled long and yet the journey's been short but what is up has been sideways for quite some time and the trail ahead continues to whined up and over, back and left sums up to less steps to take to it, to you, to me however, i tend to repeat history expand and conquer like lava and men my heart unfortunately tied down to the bitter end

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Aug 23, 2013

Aug 23, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC

keeping it low key in order to show me how far I've got to go, the twist in it like the roads but the destination, started, was hidden in the dark with creepy crawlies in place of its heart flaking on the opportunities that seem more like social hassle no time for carless action, as it passes by the days but the sun continues to rise again uncontrollable urge to venture out these cigarette buds will leave a trial of my journey come right to me, and lie next to me Kyle. be next to me lay heavy on my body, you're nothing i can't hold I've traveled long and yet the journey's been short but what is up has been sideways for quite some time and the trail ahead continues to whined up and over, back and left sums up to less steps to take to it, to you, to me however, i tend to repeat history expand and conquer like lava and men my heart unfortunately tied down to the bitter end

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Creepy crawlies on the lawn Pesticides from gramps Will destroy them Dead and gone

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Aug 2, 2015

Aug 2, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC

Creepy crawlies on the lawn Pesticides from gramps Will destroy them Dead and gone

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nothing like the ones on t.v. or the movie screen or the creepy crawlies you have never seen not the one in your closet or under your bed I am the monster alive inside your head have you ever looked in the mirror and felt it was more than your reflection looking you in the eye recall the nights when you heard strange things that were so terrifying you wanted to cry every time you felt something touch your hair the feeling of spider webs on your face though none were there the wispers that only you could hear in the dark the things that attacked you without leaving a mark in the darkness when you thought you saw something but convinced yourself it couldn't be every single scary moment you can't explain.......(it was always me)

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Feb 1, 2011

Feb 1, 2011 at 1:23 AM UTC

nothing like the ones on t.v. or the movie screen or the creepy crawlies you have never seen not the one in your closet or under your bed I am the monster alive inside your head have you ever looked in the mirror and felt it was more than your reflection looking you in the eye recall the nights when you heard strange things that were so terrifying you wanted to cry every time you felt something touch your hair the feeling of spider webs on your face though none were there the wispers that only you could hear in the dark the things that attacked you without leaving a mark in the darkness when you thought you saw something but convinced yourself it couldn't be every single scary moment you can't explain.......(it was always me)

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