Best Hornet Poems
Oh buzz off you crazy crazy hornet
Trying to land here upon my buttock,
Here I am eating my crispy cornet
Lazing naked in my garden hammock.
Tried to coax it with my berry ice cream
But alas it seems unprepared or blind,
Dancing upon an invisible beam
Homing in on me with a one track mind.
Could it be I’ve enhanced the essence air
With a gross wind to further relieve me,
Or is this a mock symphony of flair
Of a Britain’s got talent “Bumble Bee?”
His “The classical flight” winning first prize
In pain my swelling one hell of a size!
© Harry J Horsman 2015
He spits his oatmeal all over the place;
holds his breath, now he's got a blue face.
He wants cookies and not just one.
He throws a fit, if he gets none.
He fell out of his chair and bumped his head.
That made him mad, now his cheeks are all red.
He pees his pants if he doesn't get his way.
He's cranky 'cause he's not had a nap today.
He wants another bottle so I tried to hide it.
He toddles around to try and find it.
He got it, now he's sucked it dry.
He can't get enough of that good old rye.
He's mad as a hornet with his stinger out.
Another day in the life of Grandpa Stout!..
Mad As a Hornet Contest
Sponsor:John lawless
Relating to the wrath of my long day,
I've seen choler moments singing my song,
But as I keep walking with head held high,
I'm shot down, turned around, knowing I'm wrong.
That was the day I became furious,
Like a tempest, violent weather storm,
Strange lonely continent, on God's green earth,
My rage started the second you conformed.
Bombshells exploding, my daily routine,
Trying to make sense of all the days lost,
The moment I tried to center myself,
Came up empty and can't afford the cost.
All you had to explain, your lost love, me,
Disoriented, grievance, self pity.
Date: November 17, 2015
The hornet looked down on the field below,
Then said to his honeybee friend,
“That alluring sweet scent that does blow,
Means I’ve got work to attend!“
The honeybee nodded, “Yes, let’s quench our thirst,
We can have fun on a nectar spree,’’
‘Well true, said the hornet, but I saw it first,
So that field belongs just to me-"
The honeybee turned without making the buzz,
She always made when saying goodbye,
The hornet took stance and shook all his fuzz,
As the honeybee let out a sigh-
The honeybee asked, “Why can't we agree."
Where's all your manners and charm?”
Then looking down she was surprised to see,
Something that gave her alarm!
The honeybee tried to warn her friend,
By spinning and turning around,
“Better stop now ‘cause you’ll come to your end,
If you dare fly into that ground-“
The hornet smirked and became very loud,
“I’m greedy and I don’t care-
To me, more than one is a crowd,
And these flowers I’m not going share-”
Now the pitcher plants intently gazed up,
Applauding the words that were said,
They knew that the selfish, greedy hornet was "SUP,"
And would end up ‘midst their petals with dread!
Now dear reader, I hope the lesson here is one that you will heed;
Misfortune may await you, if you take what you want with greed!
End of Poem -
but FYI Pitcher plants emit a sweet scent, attracting bees
and other insects and once an insect ventures into the
mouth of these plant, it will face a long, suffering death...
Sitting with calm you know I'm a psychotic love
bewitching I watch your entanglement affair
going insane my voice in my mind gives a shove
playing around my wrath has made you unaware
Treachery and your sweet talk with my loyalty lost
hysterically I laugh outside her window 'Dear'
my sting will be swift like a lonely hornet wasp
giving her all your promise and affections I sneer
To the play you say to see 'Madam Butterfly'
your twinkling eyes lusting into the room she glides
relish your moment with the pleasure of your prize
The dagger awaits in my dress tied to my waist
tonight's biggest performance your death as I pace
then mine at the end the dagger I slide with grace.
10/18/2015 Contest Sponsored by: John Lawless ' Mad as a Hornet'
( 12 syllable ) 4,4,3,3
Placed 8th
World, beware of the turmoil to come, don't be caught in your hiding
succumbing to erratic fear, oppress all shivers and face the vile assailant
with a defying glance, then bite him...be that hornet with a venomous sting
to end his brutality: he came to destabilize your land to achieve conquest!
Never comply, disregard a concept that spreads chaos and ignores justice,
come forward warriors and defeat with valor the blood-thirsty and the mad;
your fight is for an honorable cause: you're the hornets that are eager to bite,
and poison the enemy with your venom that's very painful when injected!
Don't wait until the threat becomes real, use your instincts and do prevail,
these godless and lawless men ferociously attack whoever despises them;
when we stir up their anger, they can be more vicious than hungry lions that maul:
they come forward and speak evil, their intent is to spread global mayhem!
I rather make peace than fight, revel in my freedom and shake hands with others:
If I must fight to preserve my liberties, I will indeed: I'll be a hornet fearless of bees!
I brush my cat for five minutes daily,
But she just wiggles and struggles and swats;
All I want is to enhance her beauty,
All I need is to get rid of those knots.
Oh darn the shedding, mating and hairballs,
She is very angry with me for hours;
I try to hold her but away she crawls,
I tempt her with treats but she looks so sour.
So I decided to give her a short cut,
Oh so baleful and upset and angry;
Now she is a lion on my blanket,
She sure looked mad as a hornet to me.
Staring with those eyes saying I bite,
Oh poor kitty you do look quite a sight!
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October 24, 2015
Poetry/English Sonnet/"The Cat Is Mad" as a Hornet
Copyright Protected, ID 15- 720-797-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Who the hell do you think you are
Being SO judgmental
You're looking down your nose at me
Acting fundamental
The "truth" that you and chastity
are both synonymous
Is really quite an travesty
It's rather quite obnoxious
Instead of throwing stones my way
Peer at a looking glass
and then if what you see's a saint
Then pelt those stones with class
for all that you accuse me of
is what you do as well
you live a life devoid of love
give others taste of hell
I'm mad; I'm mad; I'm over steamed
I'm really livid too
For you're a sinner, just like me
You know, my dear, it's true!!!
Eileen Manassian
Thanks Andrea for getting my "angry" muse to speak. Inspired after reading Andrea's entry for Mad as a Hornet Contest.
I’m mad as a hornet, which means mad as hell,
Cause somebody’s saying I write too “cliché.”
Well, I’ve had it to here. Now can’t you tell?
I don’t give a hoot what he has to say!
So what if I’m not some snot’s cup of tea?
I’ll write however I want, for Pete’s sake!
He doesn’t know beans! Good for nothing is he.
I’ll just tell that nut to jump in a lake.
He says that my imagery is not unique,
Yet meanwhile, that no-talent writes for the birds!
Like a hole in the head, I need his critique!
He best watch his back, and them’s fightin’ words.
His high lofty thoughts - I need none of those.
In fact, I will shove them all up his nose!
(Just being silly, but this was fun)
Yellow pines swaying at base camp,
early October morn greets the avid hunters
with its autumnal briskness, waking any
sleepyheads who are stirring under covers,
generators humming away at varying speeds,
smell of frying bacon and sizzling eggs,
add to the aroma of the great outdoors.
Pickup trucks filled with camo-clothed hunters
traveling along the bumpy, dirt roads climbing
higher and higher until the clouds meet the hunting
grounds full of meadows creating a thick mist,
shrouding all in sight including the hunter and
the hunted creating specters among the
remnants of forest fires from years past.
In the ghostly distance, shots echo throughout the air;
did someone shoot a lone elk left behind by its herd?
On target----a proud first-time young hunter and his dad
walk through the brush to discover their next larder,
the meat is prepared, tagged and transported home for
future meals and discussions of the first successful hunt
which remains with the youngest son for his entire life.
Stellar Jays flying overhead at base camp observe the
hunters who returned empty-handed but not disppointed,
in the evening a campfire glows warming the circle of hunters,
sharing stories of expeditions as old as their grandfathers and
as young as their grandsons till late at night until the fire
is doused with water and the air smells of wet smoke,
a reminder of crawling into a sleeping bag and dreaming of elk.
I strike as a hornet.
Swear I'll win with this Sonnet.
Stripes black and yellow I'm the 'Yellow-Jacket'.
Grammar was poor and weak like my zero-budget.
With this sonnet I'm mad as a hornet.
With rhymes I'm the queen of the wasps.
See the way you gasp when your sinking?
Its the way you'll bust when you find these words stinging.
Hornet and a Bee makes a good paradox.
I asked Shakespeare now this poem is as nice as a meat at spur.
You have stirred up a hornet's nest.
Now with this poem you'll sit-up and rest.
Its a powerful insect.
In grammar I strike with an impact.
I’m mad as a hornet sting like a bee
My venom can kill you quite instantly
I’m an Asian specie’s a giant size
Protecting my nest and queen in her hive
She usually builds in dark hollow tree’s
Makes cells into combs from bark and debris
Then she lays larva in each of these cells
Young spin silk to form cap over the well
Then the transformation starts taking place
Into adult hood hornets in this case
They hatch from their combs and ready to learn
Stealing the nectar they take it in turns
Majesty the queen they honour and serve
Hornets are bandits don’t ever disturb
© Copyright K.C.Leake
13th November 2015
All Rights Reserved
For The Contest
black and white hornet
spies bug trapped in spider's web....
zap struggles freedom
The costume of the Green Hornet
Had no red thereon to adorn it
- He cried; he whined
- Oh! How he pined
‘Cause Superman’s the one who had worn it.
5/20/2015
There once was a hornet who tried
To build a strange straw nest inside
As soon as grass was cut
He'd bring to his little hut
To spruce up, but on water he rides
He tried to build his nest inside the curved spout of my plastic watering can. The first time I tried to use it after he started building, I got a shock when he flew out.