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Freedom

In solitude I dream tonight
And watch a moth in fevered flight.

It’s drawn toward my quaint porch light
And flies consumed with all its might.

Through open window I can see
Its desperation shared with me;

How freedom in this world is light—
And we as souls are drawn to fight.

Though freedom’s light may cause our death,
It’s worth the risk with every breath.

I understand the moth’s sad plight
When drawn to the glorious light.

Though it knows not of human trust,
It buzzes on because it must!

© Connie Marcum Wong



Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014

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Earth Glow

He’s a creature small and lowly. See him move along so slowly - an earthworm. He has no fins that he might swim, nor wings that wind might carry him. He’s earthbound. And yet there’s something you should know. God made him special; he can glow like *earthshine! *Earthshine is a newer word and synonymous to Earthlight, which is a natural phenomena of sun reflected off earth particularly on dark side of crescent moon. Written 11/21/14 by Andrea Dietrich for the FIRE, EARTH, WIND - Poetry Contest of nette onclaud Chosen topic for compound words: Earth


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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MOSQUITO MAYHEM

Today I met a mosquito It wasn’t very fun She bit me here, she nipped me there (she even bit my bum) But I had the last laugh... I squashed her with my thumb! 1st November 2015


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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Blackbirds In The Rain



blackbirds in the rain walking among the fallen leaves under the old mango tree with dripping leaves bathing the grass below blackbirds diligently lifting the rain soaked fallen leaves peering underneath for insects and worms flushed out by the drizzling rain pausing to gulp one down then scooting off again searching for more sitting under the shed with raindrops playing their music on the galvanised sheet roof with a beat that resonates within my inner being putting me in a trance connecting me to the rain and the puddles on the ground with the raindrops gently tapping the water's surface creating rings that collide with one another disrupting their individual shapes creating a dynamic new pattern reflecting their unity and bubbling with energy in the drizzling rain O what a deep feeling of peacefulness and serenity with the rain the dripping leaves and the puddles serenading my spirit with the eternal song of Nature and merging it into the Unity Of All Things
It was raining today. There was a constant drizzle for hours. I sat in a shed attached to the house, watching the blackbirds in action in the rain, searching for their food. The constant rhythmic sound of the rain on the galvanised sheet roof of the shed and the gentle drama playing out in the backyard with the blackbirds was a spiritual experience for me connecting me with Nature and the unity of all things as mentioned in the last verse. .


Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2014

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Satin Winged Flowers

Satin Winged Flowers ...by Carrie Richards  and Poet Destroyer

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Let us watch how they cluster in whirlwind ballets, 
lifting like clouds from the dark swampy ground. 
Burrowed in sunlight, then full-bloomed at midnight, 
bouquets of white moths wings, that gather like flowers. 

Rising from shallows, with satin-soft petals, 
that circle the meadow in small constellations. 
With great expectations, they rise in their journey. 
Star-struck, while seeking the light of the moon. 

Imagine a beautiful guide sitting in soft dirt, 
as we fathom the mystery indulged with fragrance. 
Aborning the beauty bribed by the sullen dark- 
Under the lunar month, winged flower stands in confident. 

Sailing in wander against the moonlit sky, 
pillowed flowers, ring throughout the atmosphere 
Satin-soft petals tend to crystallize into splendor form 
Behold, the journey embellished by the canvas we adorn. 

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A Poet Destroyer Collaboration   "Midnight Flowers"

8/25/15


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

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Can poetry matter

In the debate between accessible and difficult poems
Poets' poems and poems for people
Only the single poem and private reader matter

Both kinds and anything between can matter or not
Solid or made of air, a vase or heavy clay ashtray
One word repeated or many like a lei

An acquired taste, like wine, and like wine
Not sustenance, yet men die with their miseries
Uncut without it, news and mere matter

I advise everyone to keep a personal anthology of poems that matter
Or not. Perhaps it should be novels. Stones, insect wings,
Feathers, Birds you've seen, People loved.







Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

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CRICKET

**Example for my contest.**

THE CRICKET  


chirp chirp!


Visions of my past why are they following me?

Leave me the h3!! Alone,

Let me be, the earth is my home. 

I am not willing to fly free allowing my deception to roam free.

A passion I no longer see.

I find myself lying on this grass all alone.

Tears caused by my saddened past.

How can I hear the ocean waves, only trees surround me?

A life I cry why me? 

I have no guide to show me how

I have been all alone before the age of one.

I have nothing to call my own. 

What is that chirping sound? 

Allowing me to live knowing my mother, did not care. 

An embryo in her womb, safe in your care. 

My mother's destruction pulled me out of a life that was not for me.

Where is my guide?

Crickets chirping soundly, how is that supposed to comfort me?

Do you not care for me? Why do you send the smallest insect to laugh at me? 

Every time I fall to the ground, a chirping is the only sound. 

I'm not ready to be rescued, I have not found my final stop.

Why is this insane insect in front of me?

Is that an annoying sound just for me?

What a silly way to show me who and what you can be!

Thinking of you in the biggest form.

An insect I can hardly see.
Why did it not come to me, on wings?

Do you mock all those times I fell onto the ground? 

It was not the ocean waves I heard. 

It was always the sounds of millions of crickets around me. 

Showing me your power can come in any form, shape, and size. 

Next time stings your way into my life like a bee.


.                  By; p.d.
				
~~LOL, my worse poem ever~~
~~LOL, what was I thinking~~



Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

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Bees

One hundred million years on Earth
There's no accounting for our worth
Without our quite amazing powers
there would be no trees or flowers

The Earth would be a barren place
No flowers to, your borders, grace
No cereals to make your bread
and keep your teeming millions fed

We've worked our magic without fuss
but now, it seems, you're killing us
Your all consuming need for more
has brought us to extinction's door

Your pesticides have done their worst
Our decline can't be reversed
Because of them we cannot breed
but you don't take the slightest heed

When we're gone most plants will die
and YOUR extinction will be nigh
Without us to pollinate
mankind will have sealed it's fate

It's too late now, the damage done
The end of 'Apis' has begun
All life on Earth brought to its knees
and all because you killed the bees


Copyright © Rob Biden | Year Posted 2014

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A Hug for the Bug

Many insects creep upon this earth, and hardly anyone refers to them as “nice” or writes a poem reflecting on their worth! Spiders sometimes make me jump as if they were small mice, and how repulsed I feel to see cockroaches or lice! How many cute soft cuddly insects can we find? Worms are soft, but cuddly? I don’t think so! Which bug both cute and sweet comes to your mind? Well, Butterflies are lovely; fireflies have a nice soft glow. But the one that comes to MY mind I bet you know! She is a lady beetle, and when she lands on me, I do not flinch or swat at her or gasp out “Ugh!” People like to count her spots. A lucky one is she. Protecting crops, she is well liked by farmers. What a bug! If she were but my size, I’d give her a big hug. Written 4/16/13 for Francine Roberts' Whimsy in English Quintain Free Poetry Contest


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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THE BUTTERFLY AND ME

THE BUTTERFLY AND ME Venus butterflies tiptoe upon roses rise playful in pirouette, they tango with the singing voice of a clarinet... Wouldn't this view capture your eyes? Swarm of honey fragrance fans my cheeks and so my hair, I turn around and see a butterfly so flair. I run, run run to chase such butterfly with care but pity, I missed so I just stand and stare... Kissing now, the curves and swells of the hibiscus is a butterfly that dance in ballet hush, tickling the petals, oh! they bend and blush-- won't these two wonders make a sublime meniscus? Tomorrow morning, Do gaze at a butterfly say hello or wave a hi colorful they are but they only live for awhile Blessed, we are given years to live by but as colorful as how butterfly paints the sky Do we also brush the whole world with a rainbow smile? _____________________________________________________________ © O.E. Guillermo 09:57 pm, January30, 2015


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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Male Mantis Murder

Subtitled: WELL! You didn't have to bite my HEAD off...

Gladly would I die
for your love, my dear. No! Wait!
Just kidding! Just kid...





Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013

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IT'S MINE ALL MINE

Hey! Get lost wasp you are a pesky swine This cherry ice cream is mine ALL mine You buzz around and make my life hell Look - this ice cream is for ME it tastes so swell I need to cool down, gee here it’s really hot So buzz off pesky wasp or you I will swat Jan Allison 1st November 2014


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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BYE BYE FLY

Today I saw a pesky fly He buzzed around all day … Until he landed on my lunch So I zapped him with fly spray! Now you’re really in the sky Rest in peace little fly Jan Allison 9th November 2014


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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Rain Spider

At the stump of the fig tree
where sweetness and fragrance
have long departed
a rain spider has built a nest
of autumn-dried leaves
covered with a blanket
of delicate silk.

I stand and watch
the little spiders
coming out to play
in smooth fur jackets - 
first, a game of tag
and then a fencing game
with slender long legs.

Soon they will spread out
and scurry around in the hunt for food;
raising neck hairs and bring shrieks of terror
as they intimidate nervous children and wives.


Copyright © David De la Croes | Year Posted 2013

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A Long Shadow


Slipping into shapes
sun drips streams 'round darkest depth
and I, feeling small,
find even smallest ants cast
shadows long 'neath vast blue skies. 
 


Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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Katydid

Katydid

Green katydid plays
cool songs by rubbing its wings
"insectious" tunes!



Copyright © Valerie Staton | Year Posted 2014

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Lord of the Flies

Harassing me for days now
Landing on my eyelid
Nosing up my nostril
Tickling my ankles
and every other exposed body part
Little bastard...

Fly-Swatter? Jack be nimble, Jack...
Folded bath towel? (Lamp destroyed)
Raid? Sprayed til I sneezed and choked
and had to quickly retreat outside
(I may have poisoned myself)
Little bastard...
 
Last night it buzzed me awake
I injured various body parts
(Bloody nose, ruptured eardrum)
Little bastard...

I want to murder it
I want to assassinate it
but I want to capture it first
pull off it’s puny little wings
and watch it scramble on the floor
all the while crawling behind
laughing, shouting and jeering
'How you like THEM apple peelings?'
before I jump to the ceiling (Boink)
before I stomp and then grind
in a mad and homicidal rage
Little bastard...

Epilogue:

Whew! I’m feeling pretty okay now
The medication helps immeasurably
I know now why they’re called Asylums
They are refuge from a brutal environment
a world dominated and controlled by---Bssst!!
Little BASTARD...



Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2015

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Suicidal Humanity

Our supposed modern scientific genius
May in fact just be our last fatal weakness.
This technological house of cards we've made
Left humanity walking along the edge of a razor blade.

How much could you buy or sell using debit or credit
If someone or something wiped out the internet.
A computer virus, terrorists, hackers, or an E.M.P.--
Will wipe out our hard-earned wealth eventually.

Killing beneficial insects is almost like fratricide.
Think really hard again about ever using insecticide.
How many fields of vegetable plants and fruit trees
Will ever bear fruit if there are no more bees.

Rather than organically producing more living topsoil,
We're killing what remains with chemicals derived from oil.
As chemical contaminants follows their downward motions,
Choral reefs and plankton are dying in the oceans.

As a species, we've all become germ-o-phobic neurotics,
Religiously trying to kill all microbes with antibiotics.
But pharmaceutical medicine will never defeat every bug,
So one of these days there's certain to be a super plague.

So will we all starve because we cannot buy or sell,
Or because the oceans and farmlands have all gone to Hell?
Will we be extinguished by some invincible virus?
What ever it be, the fault will probably lie in us!

I wish I could offer some brilliant inspired solution,
But remember that extinction is also a part of evolution.
You may write me off as some kind of nutty alarmist,
But people that know me consider me to be an optimist.


Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2016

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A Giant in the Garden

I sing to the world as evening arrives,
my sweet dulcet voice calling.
When out of the blue a giant stops by.
Under the verdant green bush I hide
while around me I watch the leaves falling.

So awkwardly they bumble through
the giants on legs spindly and long.
Walking past dogwood and bending yew,
my hiding place in constant view,
he stops and looks, he hears my song.

Cup in hand he walks toward me.
My gentle voice I silence.
Looking through each bush and tree,
as leaves quiver in gentle breeze,
My mind in tranquil quiescence.

A hand extends through thicket dense
to grab me from the perch I've known.
His hesitation I can sense,
as voice I hear from distance says,
"James, leave the crickets alone."


08/25/15



Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015

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Strange Bathfellows

A spider traipsed onto my knee
While I was reading in the bath
Though most might jump and scream and flee,
I just gave a little laugh

A baby Daddy Long-Legs!
(Though really, 'twas just a son)
I shooed him back onto his web,
And continued reading on...

*title is a spin on "Strange Bedfellows" ;)

*Lessons in life are funny contest entry
~JustThatArchaicPoet


Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013

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Dead Spiders Weave

“It’s a terrible love 
And I’m walking with spiders…
It’s a terrible love and I’m walking in
Its quiet company…”-Birdy

Three long claws enclosed around a lone beating heart
Stone talons gripping in happy malice, silently angry by its pulse it cannot feel…

The longer I stare into the hollow sockets seeing only ugliness,
The easier it becomes to break into pieces over the mere thought of you
I thought it was a dull beat- a throbbing, fading beat disappearing into the night…
Though your image, once so grainy, is becoming clearer and clearer in the fogs of my consciousness
I thought it was just a dull, callous beat…
But the more it throbs against the stone, the more the stone cracks
The more the demon cries in anguish…the more I fall

So deeply in love have I become,
I can barely breathe in this misty embrace
The suspense of your blows make my innards whimper…make my mind shiver
My tearful eyes cry for your assurance
My body changes through the peeks of your light

It is all a joke!
This is all pathetic, low, meaningless! 
Surely these claws over this heart do not exist
Holding onto nothing but dead spiders who once weaved miracles
Dust and spider legs….spider eyes…they had seen so much…felt so much with their prickly appendages
Through a lovely peephole beyond the three stoned fingers…
I see the entire world where they must have crawled
A world holding you…
If only I could hold you too…

Something tells me I would never let go if I had the chance
Something tells me I would crush you
I would turn you into dust and spider legs…
 
And yes, as all demons enjoy, I would lose you
In the grip of the three stoned fingers

Unless…
You were that heart I thought I had seen…
The heart that continued to beat long after it was ripped out
The clenched heart that throbbed despite its crushing cage
The very heart that bled and bled for no body and all for the sake of love
Beating and beating, cracking those frigid fingers
Into dust…
And all of the fallen limbless creatures would gather round…
And they would tell me… “He lives yet still…”
Weaving in their webs the very bloods and salts you pumped
Within me…and beyond me

Dead spiders weave and weave and weave…
And unlike human hearts, their ideas never tire


Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014

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Willy the Wasp For Jan Allison

Willy the Wasp



There once was a wasp whose name was Willy

And some people thought he was really silly

Fluttering in between each humming bird feeder

Thinking his food was measured by a meter.



here were some things unbeknownst to me

Where would Willy the Wasp possibly be

Some say after he had heard nature calling

He started playing around with all the pollen.



Willy would distribute it here and there

Ended up all over the place and everywhere

All of his efforts had made much more room

For the nice fragrant flowers to start to bloom.



After all of Willy's history I further did inspect

He helps keeping control of a certain insect

And if you like me often find yourself frugal

You can go get your answers by going on Google.





Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014

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The Streaker

I peeked under a clover flower
and saw a ladybug in the shower
She turned bright red across her shell
and in her wrath began to yell.

Although her rage was crystal clear,
her voice was just too soft to hear
so I got closer to the ground
in hopes that I could hear the sound
and understand her tiny scream,
which swirled in the shower steam.

As I got close to listen hard
she jumped and flew across the yard.
But she was wet, and in a hurry
and somehow in the crazy flurry…
I think she simply just forgot,
she wasn’t wearing a single spot!


Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015

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Death has Come and Gone

Death has Come and Gone

The full moon shines her ambient light
On the tranquility of the afterlife
Death has come and gone
The dusk forlorn… whispers of a dim song

Little has changed
I am in the same place
The same chair
Maybe needing a little air

The ice cubes exist no more
Death drifts infinitely away
Solitude was destinies tune
As all the songs quieted and died

Rivers dried
When the great flood of sadness
Overcame the skies
Balloons shriveled on top empty playgrounds

In life such as it was
I had no friends
The irony of it all
As here I am in sitting in my chair

In Death
Unnoticed, as days become months
I am surrounded by lovers of great compassion
As they devour the evidence of my existence

Only the skeleton is left
Along with an empty song

For death has but come and gone


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

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THE CREEPY CRAWLY SPIDER

THE CREEPY CRAWLY SPIDER


I crawl up any plughole
and linger by the soap
To wait for the unwary - 
a maiden on a slope.

I'm fed up with the
garden, there's far too
many birds.
Miss Muffet bores me
rigid, with her soppy
whey and curds.

My cousins live in sand
traps and jump out of
their holes;
One bite can prove 
quite fatal, as every
Aussie knows.

My grandfather, Great
Incey, while climbing
up a spout,
Got washed away by
water - how sad, his
tide's run out.

A famous distant 
forebear, in Scotland, 
on the loose
Showed royalty a thing
or two,
In person Bob the Bruce.

My babies must count
thousands,
I've hatched them out
for years.
They're spread across
the acres. to follow 
their careers.

You may be full of
confidence, ignoring 
all your fear.
But when you least 
expect me, know - 
that I'll be waiting
here.

BY
DARRYL ASHTON


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2016