Best Grasshoppers Poems
I am chasing grasshoppers in the yard
Such a fun filled thing
The grasshopper always one jump ahead
And I, panting hard
Only want a couple to bring
And set before my students' eyes
So they may look and realize
The investment God has made in us
And bridge the vault of fear with trust.
A floral blanket of silence
Lies out across the desert
Nothing moves-not air
Nor trees
Nor blades of grass
The ogre’s breath is held
Suspended, then expelled
Stomping his feet,
Flashing his eyes,
Grumbling, the ogre
Blows
And, grumbling, cries
Fat sheeted tears –
Trees quickly bow
Shaken green heads as
The silent blanket erupts
In oceanic waves
Of startled grasshopper minions
Magi Cicada
stir the myrrh
sing exaltation
Green grasshoppers glide gracefully over the ground,
Their glossy gossamer wings glitter all around,
Their glassy feathers generate grandiose sound,
Like glorious gladiators, some golden gowned
gorgeous grigs gallop in their gluttonous manner,
Other garish brown ones glow like grimy scanner
as they hover in swarms like a greasy banner,
Best, stay away from grasshoppers - that's the plan, er!!!
Grasshoppers.
friday a.m.
cumulonimbus sky palaces
heavy with promise
glide teasingly above Wild Enough.
thirty days of thirst beg to be quenched
the trees are tinder
and grass will burn like excelsior
the local ants worry
about low levels in the neighbourhood well.
friday p.m.
then the grasshoppers come
the summer ones
pouring out of the cities
they roar up to their summer palaces
in dusty blood spattered chariots
grim grime picked from picturesque roads
that lead to shangri-la, comealot
and bide-a-wee.
friday later p.m.
and the grasshoppers come
into the tinder trees of Wild Enough
and start blazes on alters of jubilation
sacrificing meat tubes
and marshmallows in celebration
for passing whole through the vale
of four lane strife
to attain a weekend of hedonistic life.
saturday a.m. & p.m.
and the grass hoppers come to summer
to enjoy their pristine land
of lundy cocoons around manicured lawns
and fauna shopping from garbage cans.
on saturday morning the chariot scrubs
then a dip in the lake and a sun
the afternoon spent watering plots of grub
in the evening bonfires and fun.
they cry their taxes outrageous
for the amenities Wild Enough provides
and think the ants take advantage
of grasshoppers who summer nearby.
sunday a.m. & p.m.
what luck the grasshoppers chortle
to have sun thirty days in a row
not a drop to tarnish our golden hours
hope it lasts ’til tonight when we go.
let us enjoy the bountiful sweet water
from our convenient neighbourhood well
we pay too much for it in taxes
the ants can go to hell.
The short-horned grasshoppers are here.
Not a great morn to walk with the deer.
They came in a form
A gigantic swarm.
Taunting, laughing, ready to jeer.
On verdant grass lay
Grasshoppers invite to play,
One midsummer day.
THE GRASSHOPPERS TALE
It was not my ambition to be born and bred
Just so that darn flamin’ Gecko could be fed
Indiana Shaw . . . : (
Grasshoppers at Christmas
Hopping to the melodies of the season
Celebrating the newborn King and all the gifts that He brings
Enthusiastically playing their back legs as violin strings
Creating the most elegant symphony
Behold the babe lying in the manger is Christ the King!
To Him is due all the holiday enthusiasm
He holds the keys to my heart
And the keys to heaven and hell
I whisper Merry Christmas to my Lord and Savior as I bow humbly before Him on my knees
No one would truly understand this relationship that I have with my King
Grasshoppers chirping in my heart
Violins playing in the distant night
All of mankind is but a droning noise in the background
I lay my most beautiful gifts at the manger of my King
Grasshoppers chirping merrily!
Written by Gwendolen Rix
12-8-14
On this warm autumn day,
relaxing in the sun so fine.
Watching grasshoppers
going to and fro.
Getting ready for
winter, by having a parade.
My dogs don't seem to
mind, thinking only of
other scents to take in.
Breezes waving by
me, as is grasshoppers
on their yearly parade.
Walking in my yard
taking my steps
so carefully,
as not to step
on these amazing
creatures and
to ruin grasshoppers
parade such
a site to behold.
wrote 11-3-08
Grasshopper and the ants were having a laid-back day
They did what they wanted, snoozing and snoring away
The meadow was breezily uplifting, sharing her grasses.
I like being here with my friends, the lads and the lasses.