Best Arachnids Poems
I've constructed a picket fence around me to keep jackanapes out
Through pickets they can see me, but I never allow them to touch
private parts of me I keep concealed, and don't talk about so much
I keep whitewashing my fence, cleansing it from things left in doubt
When my boards become exposed to prying eyes that shouldn't see
I open another bucket of watered-down paint and reach for a brush
to cover the flaws, my faults within, and I am always in such a rush
to whiten and brighten the facade out front. The veneer veiling me.
There is a gate with well-worn hinges, but usually it's kept locked
to prevent invaders who would dare trespass on my every thought
Those who'd despoil my fence with graffiti and rip my boards apart
Hence, one reason why I keep a supply of whitewash well-stocked
I am the prismed reflection of my surroundings, including my fence
where no webs shall arachnids weave within my weathered boards.
I will apply a coat of whitewash to my palisade as the need affords
It is a beachhead between me and crawlers; my penury of defense
Twining around my picketed railings, grows a vine of climbing roses
The virtuous blooms are never cut to prolong each inculpable stem
They shroud malevolent fingers pointed at me that would condemn
I shrive every foible and failing that my whitewashed fence encloses
May 28, 2023
W T F Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
I am a real scaredy cat
and there's absolutely nothing that
I could do about that.
I'm scared of 'roaches
I'm scared of rats
I'm scared of spiders
and afraid of bats
I fear all arachnids
and I fear those gnats
Oh I fear all the kinds I find
of those creepy crawly brats!
And but what can I do about that?
Huh and who woudn't fear
a midnight rat-a-tat?
So I've resigned myself to being
a lifelong scaredy cat.
Yeah and I'm scared of heights
Scared of noises at night
Gah, I'm really quick to fright!
I'm scared of grasshoppers and even of dogs
Gosh there's hardly a thing that I ain't scared of.
But I admit I am a timid tigress
otherwise I'm a harmless human who don't hurt a fly
Normally just a normal lady, a humble poetess
I attack only when provoked to the limits
so as I'm a cat after all
I do show my tiger claws if the situation demands
or else I don't mind chickening out
of aggressive and foolhardy involvements.
And maybe if everybody was a coward like me
they wouldn't hurt each other with sheer brutality.
I guess for ladies it's not so bad to be
a bit more cowardly
In any case that's far better than being
a ruffian who's dastardly!
And oh, lastly but not the least
ah yes, I also greatly fear
any lustful male leer
I'd rather I'm invisible to their view
So I really find huge refuge
in the dear divine idea that exhorts me to
to drape and wrap myself from top to toe
in flowing garbs when I step outdoors
and that veiling attire does make me brave
as I feel vulnerable no more
and that's when I feel the transformation from lil kitty
into the big cats
from scaredy cat to formidable tigress
and that's when for once there's NOTHING I fear anymore! :)
as I go out veiled in soft armour from top to toe.
And I feel I can face the chauvinistic foe
Sgt. Bedlam of heavy artillery reporting sir
Bedlam I want you to pick the runt of the litter
and turn him into an agent assassin
with the clandestine power of hypnotism
yes Generalissimo I am here to obey
decked out like a burlesque revue warlord
his Mauser cigar lighter on his belt
a curlicue mustache and a pie tin helmet
Opal his opium fiend gun moll squirming in his lap
was our Generalissimo
Bedlam weighed the coming abrasions
concluded we are our scars and furthermore
if adaptation is survival so is parasitism
cleared his throat noisily and bowed an exit
later that fate laden candle lit night
he made a deep study of his globes and charts
Europa Asia Oceana the Steppes the Savannah
the Scorched Hills of Malibu
a map addict re-educated in the cleanup of '89
his bell-shaped curve insisted love me
server and served a beautiful thing
if one enjoyed giant jungle arachnids and leeches
and centipedes that crawl up your butt
to lay millions of eggs when you sleep
where the laws of physics become
a tumbling burbling retinal stew
geysering steam and sulfur and mud and
where was I oh yah
yet a thing of beauty was Opal to Bedlam
he heard scratching and purring at the door
it was she incognito in an iguana skin
we must escape this hideous circus of shame
she coo coo rooed as her tongue dove into
the holy fissure in his brain
and he threw caution to the feral hogs
forgetting good posture he oozed upon Opal
I bet you think you make your own decisions
she cloyed and again he tossed caution
into a cauldron of grunting mammalian rut
for several hours perhaps the entire weekend
it's easy to rewire a human
you just give them a little epiphany
and bingo ownership
his hypnotic gambit paid off in ducats
the Generalissimo slept like a corpse
the pet centipedes concluded their labors
his ex-kingdom rejoiced at their new liberty
and that's anarchy for ya
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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Spiders – Arachnids
From the tiny pinhead Samoan Moss spider
To the huge Tarantula with legs spreading wider
Exists a diverse and interesting creature
With many a color and many a feature
Comparing ounce by ounce with steel
A spider’s silk is much stronger and real
Made up of proteins, natures building blocks
That can absorb even the most violent shocks
Honey Bees – Apoidea
These amazing insects with incredible ability
From honey production to their communal civility
As the dance and waggle to show direction
Towards nectar and pollen for their collection
Using the sun as a reference for flight
Seeing with their eyes the ultraviolet light
Carrying their loads on electrostatic legs
Back to the hive for their larvae and eggs
Leaf Cutting Ants – Apoidea
These small busy insects with dynamic strength
That can carry a leaf five times its length
Way underground, into chambered nest
With vigor and vitality and so much zest
To lay down these leaves to feed its batch
Of harvest fungus in their garden patch
They can carry a load thirty times their weight
And build a mound that is mighty and great
Butterflies – Lepidoptera
These angelic creatures with iridescent wings
Of overlapping scales in patterns and rings
From egg to caterpillar its, first life stages
And then to chrysalis where it rests and ages
To emerge one day so transformed
So utterly beautiful, so perfectly formed
To flutter by in colorful flight
And onto a flower, there alight
It leaves human-like footprints around the poultry-house;
footprints look smaller, with sharper toes.
Egg shells sometimes are scattered around the farm,
all having a hole at their tips.
According to some African folklore,
the creature is able to calm down the chickens,
as it steals almost all their eggs;
there's suspicion it has a high IQ,
because it leaves some eggs, knowing that one
day the eggs will hatch to chicks,
will will in turn grow to egg-laying hens.
Superstitious folks believe that the creature
is a messenger of the Tokoloshe (Avenging Spirits),
as it spies on the unsuspecting villagers;
it then runs deep into the caves,
to tell the Tokoloshe how many virgins it has seen;
their blood is their elixir of immortality.
No one has ever managed to take them a pic;
they are nocturnal animals,
which keep away from humans during the day.
They stay in the deepest caves,
infested with vampire bats and freaky arachnids.
Cryptozoologists have placed under the unknown
classification of animals, like the Bigfoot and Lochness
Monster.
Sometimes I feel as though it's right behind me,
as I study Stone Age drawings in caves....
Date of Entry: 06/04/2017
She slipped clumsily in a
café
Looked all around her
from the corner of her
eye
Felt all eyes upon her
Bit her lip
and flushed crimson
disconcertedly.
He was sacked, literally
fired
Got down in the dumps
Was down and out
and was left feeling blue
so gloomily.
He gave her a blossomed
rose
Blood rushed to her
cheeks
She blushed a deep red
so joyously.
She watched her rival
from afar
Summed up her
envy in reflex
and she turned green
jealously.
It looked hale and hearty
Ooh the cherubic chubby
cheeks
Baby looked in the pink
as it babbled away
innocently.
She heard of a loved
one's demise.
That was a shock indeed
She went white as a
sheet
as she then wept so
woefully.
She saw a teeny-weeny
spider on her skirts
Talk of arachnids and
phobias, yikes!
She turned a pale yellow
in fright
as she screamed fearfully.
He found his sweetheart
in another man's arms
Doubted his own charms
and his face went purple
with rage
almost immediately.
He faced his lifelong
enemy
Hate brimmed up in him
as his bitterness found a
vent
He shot him a black glare
most scornfully
well well, it might seem
that the worst of all the
human hues
are the melancholic
depressing blues
But I think being green
for jealousy
and the black of hate
top the list in deserving
poohs.
Mind you these human
pigmentation of emotion
are a matter of reflex
for you can't choose
which of the human hues
you'd like to wear, on
party day
and which you'd rather
not use.
I’ve never befriend her.
Spider! She can never be my friend.
I can’t afford her disdainful sights
In the day and in the night.
Spider! She can never be my friend.
I can’t afford her anything.
The walk of her webs on my face,
When going out should I relate?
Her dirty fingers around my rooms
Upon my wall, ceilings,
And every nooks and crannies of my home.
She can’t be my child.
If she happens to be, I will disown her
On the day she is born.
She can’t be a member of my family.
If she happens to be, she won’t last long.
She can’t be my in law
If she is chanced to be, I will despise her.
Ugh Spider! I can’t just withstand her
Presence in my vicinity.
I have never befriend her
And never will I.
I have never befriend her fellow arachnids
And never will I (too).
#May be some one will tell me reasons why I should like her#
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
29/05/2013
My apartment once looked like it was decorated for halloween.
Throughout spider webs were on display easily seen,
from every corner of every room and from beam to beam,
but these weren't props, these were the real thing.
I guess a spider got into my apartment through my air conditioner most likely,
and proceeded to procreate a lot of spider babies,
who kind of took permanent residence eventually.
Rather than exterminate, I chose to coexist with them,
and I believe that they too had sensed that I had no bad intentions.
They would freely come on to my hand and creepy crawl along my arm,
as if knowing that I wouldn't cause any of them any harm,
then I would place my hand in the direction,
of a spider web it may have likely spun,
and off they would go amongst their web's scattered debris,
of dehydrated husks of insects, but only one variety.
The prey that these eight-legged predators enjoyed the most,
was that classic uninvited guest, the common cockroach.
Prior to this whole spider invasion,
the cockroach was a major problem in my apartment,
but after the spiders moved in,
I began seeing less and less of them,
and shortly after that, there were none.
There was also an immediate decrease in the spider population.
Their prey the cockroach was no longer in abundance,
and so the spiders died out too due to lack of prey.
I haven't seen a spider or a cockroach to this very day,
but I will always be grateful to the arachnids, because they helped me,
to get my apartment roach free, completely, finally.
Believe it or not, this is a true story.
When Dinosaurs Inhabited the Planet
When dinosaurs roamed the earth
(T-Rexes, Triceratopses, Stegosauruses, and Brontosauruses)
Millions of years ago during the Mesozoic Era,
The land lushed green from the oxygen-enriched environment,
And the lakes and oceans hued blue teeming with life
(Plesiosaurs and Ichthyosaurs, fishes, amphibians, and crustaceans),
While Pterosaurs (Pterodactyls and Pteranodons) commanded the skies,
And lizards, arachnids, and insects (dragonflies and cockroaches) thrived,
And tiny mammals crouched, hidden, waiting to evolve
Among flowering plant blooms and tree blossoms.
And in the far distance, volcanoes erupted
Spewing ashes, lava, and gases.
Today, reptilian fossils are on display in museums
Alongside petrified trees to tell the story
Of when dinosaurs inhabited the planet.
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Note:
The Mesozoic Era (aka the Age of Dinosaurs and the Age of Conifers) of Earth’s history began approximately 250 million years ago and lasted almost 180 million years [i.e., until around 65 million years ago in reference to the Holocene epoch (11,700 years ago to present day)]. The Mesozoic Era is divided into three periods: 1) Triassic, 2) Jurassic, and 3) Cretaceous. Mass extinctions mark the beginning and the end of the Mesozoic Era.
Two main orders of classification of dinosaurs existed during the Mesozoic Era: Saurischia (sauropods and theropods), and Ornithischia. Mammals evolved during the Triassic period and continued in both the Jurassic and Cretaceous periods. Vegetation consisted mainly of conifers and ferns, with the appearance of flowering plants during the mid- to latter part of the Jurassic, which evolved to flourish in the Cretaceous period. During the Mesozoic Era, some species of theropod dinosaurs evolved into warm-blooded, feathered dinosaurs (aka avian dinosaurs), and then some species of avian dinosaurs evolved into birds, which appeared in the later Cretaceous period.
Hairy eyeballs hanging from a wizard’s crown.
Arachnids sprawled on his black sparkling gown.
Ludicrous marks scar his face beneath a frown.
Luscious blood dripping very slowly down.
Opulent jewelry shaped like bones.
Worn around his neck amid creepy groans.
Ecstatic bats wait around for deadly moans.
Eerily suspended from their master’s belt.
Nonchalantly walking, his evil presence is felt.
Coming down the stairs was a star bejeweled queen.
Overcome; such beauty he had never before seen.
Stunned into submission by her piercing eyes.
Trapped by love’s intrusion and compassion’s cries.
Unveiling beauty, cajoling pleasant sighs.
Miraculously transformed his evil heart; love flows.
Enticed by the moment, together, attraction grows.
Bedazzled by the grandeur of the Halloween Ball
Altruism curiously sealed love that fall.
Laughter filled the man with the eyeballs on his crown.
Loved by the queen in her star bejeweled gown.
© October 15, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
An antecedent me, a subsequent
and present me, all those me who went
through stones, plants, amoebas, arthropods,
reptilians, arachnids, mammals, men
and women, a reptilian again
as punishment for hubris, even gods -
the small "g" gods. As for the uppercase,
I hope, it won't deny me in its grace:
tu te souviens, mon Dieu, tu m'as promis
qu'un jour...* Long story short: since time begun,
one turns nonstop into the other one
but what they all have shared is a me.
Who's that mysterious me? Have a suggestion?
I guess this verse will help reply to question.
* (fr.) do you remember, God, you promised me that once...
You And Yours, Lets Get Personal Any Theme Thereupon, Any Form, In My Final
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She's been there all along
Aligned parallel with certain policies
Now is her chance to
Implement them
The daughter of a billionaire
has learned the dance
Not only will Polly seek to
dismember public schools
She will sit present and accounted
for ... Licking her lips
as that VERY public seeks
higher education
@ a very high percentage rate
from that Lovely Loan company
Polly so conveniently OWNS
For Polly's Politics truly represent her
" POLLY'S poli- "TICS"
those blood sucking arachnids in their
parasitic form
She learned well for Her company
there IS NO bankruptcy allowed-EVER
Only the bankruptcy of our Youth
Enter: Positive Polly-Anna
Your "GILDED" Throne awaits You
I am so glad Polly is fictitious
Aren't you? 8/17/2017
I pulled out the couch and wrenched my back;
the dust bunnies gave me a heart attack.
A clan of arachnids under my sink
spin a web big as a skating rink.
I bend to take a peek under the bed;
a thick sheet of dustiness fills me with dread.
Grandaddy Longlegs travels the floor
to build his cobweb home near the door.
When I open the windows to let in fresh air
A dustball tornado blows everywhere.
Think I'll go for a walk to adjust
and try to ignore all the cobwebs and dust.
written March 21st, 2012
Theme is Cobwebs and Dust
Cramped steps acquaint heavy hatch reluctant
Cushion hush cellar isolate, harsh sun migraines
Catapulted myopic into apocalyptic destruction
Crumple of coastal community permits my gains
Grim resilient, plotted alone, abided by rations
Tidal wave treachery turned streets to swamps
Flotsam tops remnants sea's fury didn't flatten
Successors gorge on corpses misfortunes crop
Erased ocean era, crook posts pitifully campaign
Brashly I churn bathtubs of backstroked arachnids
Inhabit rainforest ripple stream, source I can claim
Traverse canopy like trampoline, scout eyes active
8th March
Out of Mangrove
Wind
blown
spider
filaments
riding on the breeze-
ballooning on a world wide web.