Best Cicada Poems
Honeysuckle hazel breeze
Blowing through my mind's trees
Despite outside with winter freeze
In my heart that's blasphemy
Sunny smiles and heated red touch
Stay a while and fall in lavender love
Jack frost lost his sex appeal
Fireplace warm with toasty teal thrill
Summer songs are our escape
The sing a longs so fun to play
Critters that creep we fascinate
Soon they sleep but we stay awake
Cicada song so wild and absurd
In our home where summer's preferred
Eyes surprised by spying song bird
Never denied inside poetic word
It's been a long time since the cicadas rumbled.
History books say 'twas eighteen hundred and three
When war struck the trees where bees sometimes bumbled.
The seventeen and thirteen boys couldn't agree.
The horror of those days can't be told in rhyme,
But that war to end wars, we may again see.
I tell you children that it's once again time.
It's history that tells us and also some math -
It's because thirteen and seventeen are prime.
For the first time since, they're headed down that path
With products and least common multiples the same,
Their hatch cycles will line up in nature's cruel wrath.
In twenty twenty-four bugs will kill and they'll maim.
Do they just need more food to all eat hearty
For them to be happy and peace to proclaim?
Make all of those hearts that are filled with hate,
be forced to hibernate and reappear
after seventeen years..
They could get it right or remain
out of sight in the dirt they could persevere.
Just like a cicada, we would say see you later,
until their hearts became soft and dear..
hot humid summer
no solace to cicada;
calls loud to find mate
Haiku syllable count 5/7/5
I'm one of these billions out there
hallucinating wanting to be happy
we can't get away from it
the sun pulls us out of bed to fight
until the moon knocks us down to dream again
with the success of the crop
daughter's wedding
the new job at work
vacation
a happiness carved by TV
my dog looks at me disconsolately
he knows I don't smile anymore
yesterday a new flu hit me
now on my cell phone
drug advertisements pop up
things seem unreachable
prostrated on the couch
I hear the cicada that lives in the tree next door
she is happy singing all the time
this is an evil thought
but I'm absolutely sure
that if you put a bigger brain in her head
she would be depressed like us.
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Cicada insect
Empty shell evidence...
Adult flew free
Four Haiku, 1--4
1. may it be spring
spring is not yet to come
snow still sits in field
2. the dews standing on
the petals in the sunrise
are clear as crystal
3. a cicada chirps
hiding from the burning sun
under a tree shade
4. wind blows in the field
where pampas grasses stand tall
under blue moonlight
Emperor dragonfly had a ball
Stag beetle came big and tall
Water springtail brought housefly date
Common cockroach came without a mate
Eyed hawkmoth arrived in style
Caught ladybug’s winsome smile
Praying mantis brought sense of doom
Other mantises quickly left the room
Green lacewing came with water spring tail
Silverfish brought rest of supper from jail
Cicadas arrived with bottles of ale
Unusual feather bug came smelling quite stale
Bumblebee brought fresh honey and wax
Colorado potato beetle was holding his flax
Black ants brought chips from master’s house
Only one empty handed was elderly book louse
Morpho butterflies arrived dressed to dance
You could hear the music half way to France
Emperor Dragonfly’s shindig was a huge success
Firefly made magic with his sexy light up mistress
Everyone had a fine time except Praying Mantis who left mad.
Best Shindig ball the host, Emperor Dragonfly had ever had!
cicada magic
happy chirping on cornstalks
july orchestra
like wild cicada
your throbbing lushness reflects
memoirs of twilight
all is as should be
throbbing cicada drumbeat
Hiroshima dreams
12/5/2018
Land of the Cicada
David J Walker
This was the land of the Cicada
bleating wings filling the
air
a sunset summer nights
concert
sweetened with the scent of
lavender-tinged
lilac blooms
fireflies pretend
they are stars
falling from the
night sky
This was the land of the Cicada
that took flight
One night
In my youth
..the cacophony
of cicada chirpings
died down into the silent
stillness of this
sultry night
..and over there
where the giant mango tree
sat still on its own
vast, dark-green
shadow
..a silken silhouette
of a white scarf slowly waving
from an unseen hand,
at long last, assured me
..she had kept her word.
Leaves, green with sap of lush Spring trees
Flutter as branch bound butterflies,
Whistling tunes in Summer breeze
Backing cicada mating songs.
Well-seasoned leaves blistered with rust
Fly as pennants on Autumn limbs.
Much retired from recycling CO2
They rocked and rolled on Winter ground,
Rout-steppers marching in review,
Mulching forward with much to do.
The Cicada’s shell
Carried a song to be sung
In a gilded cage