Best Invertebrates Poems
Cubozoa, cnidarian invertebrates
Not the jelly you would put on a plate
This cubed shaped medusae, so potent they are
Once stung you will never move far
Their venom so potent that rarely animals survive
If humans are struck they are in fear for their lives
Once it pumps nematocysts into the skin
Be prepared for the pain to begin
If caught in time this can be addressed
Acetic acid has been found to be best
But to look at this species it's hard to believe
That they can end a life as it no longer breathes
In her nature world has she gone to far
That this beautiful blue, in oceans a star
It all boils down to how oblivious we are
If the truth be told, man is the monster
Creating damages that will cause a hole
A powerful bang, pulling down the pole
The tree has fallen, no place for the owl
A U-turn becomes a continuous roll
Causing so much effect to break the bowl
Long lasting deviation, making the toll
Young soul affected, or of nation’s goal
Scarce invertebrates for the hungry mole
Major change, devastating to the whole
AT ONE WITH NATURE
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The sun shines, brightly lights my day. My garden verdant many hues of green. Greater speedwell, resilient, blooms no matter the season. Late spring, early summer it explodes. Late Jack Frost, it copes beyond my imagination. A host to many invertebrates sadly made conspicuous by their absence. All misguided by a warming sun. The jet stream meanders too far south making for freezing nights. Most flora copes albeit momentarily set back, however,
most insects' don't survive. The daytime warmth encourages insect eggs', pupae, to hatch, doomed, instincts confounded.
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a garden
one word... paradise
once our world
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The day moves on, observed bird life failing, softbills take seed to feed their young. They are faced with a catch twenty-two situation. Feed themselves or feed their young. Aphids on the day abundant, some well sheltered will, and do survive the relentless nights. False security for others, how many would it take to keep a blackbird alive
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gardens'
where one can cultivate
a love for nature
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Sun still shining yet the wind chill felt. Summer, I think what
are you doing, but realisation sets in, it is not nature faulting it's us humans treating it as though it is a garbage bin. I know I do, and, maybe you do too. That is to help nature as we always have, sadly we are just a few. We try our best to draw attention to the devastation world pollution is creating. To much time spent by governments debating, if at all? Cos I reckon for centuries they have been faking. Take a good look at your garden where are all the pollinators, Thanks to winds, well at least for some, for no doubt there is flora that will succumb.
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one heart
a garden to cultivate
truelove
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My day in my garden nearly done. Koi carp fed, some photography done, Garden sorted, grass cut, hedge begging to be clipped. I look agreeing, but it will keep till the morrow, come what may. Check the feeders, all is fine. Time now for a cuppa, to sit with my beloved, make sure she's comfy and make her smile, for sadly she been poorly for some time.
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at one with nature
how a garden should be
a passion nurtured
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Zebras are stripy I’m sure you can see,
Yaks chewing cud as slow as can be,
X-ray tetra in the aquarium are seen,
Warthogs with curly, white tusks that gleam,
Vertebrates aplenty, some invertebrates too,
Usually are seen at a visit to a zoo.
Tapirs with their long funny noses,
Slithering snakes in glass fronted enclosures,
Roaring tigers with camouflage stripe,
Quizzical otters eat eggs that they like,
Puma black prowls through the bush,
Orange orangutans needing a brush.
Never one to refuse a tasty dish
Macaroni penguins smell of fish,
Lions in the sunlight all day sleeping,
Komodo dragons quietly creeping,
Javan Rhinoceros with skin like armour,
Indian elephants size makes such drama,
Hippos with their mouths open wide,
Galapagos tortoise, oh what a prize!
Fennec fox with really long ears,
Endangered animals that people fear,
Dangerous animals taking a nap,
Caiman and crocodile waiting to snap,
Bold zoo keepers picking up poo,
All able to be seen at a trip to the zoo.
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Varied species of the kingdom
Across our earthly home
From sponges to the octopus
Without a backbone
Laying small eggs
Or a centimetre long
Astounding invertebrates
There outer skin is strong
Upon an organism
There they choose to lay
Eggs for a food source
Paralyse their prey
As the insect grows
So rapidly within
A time of which to moult
Remove their outer skin
The expanding colony
Survival of the team
Young bees evolving
From a single queen
Shed their exoskeleton
Insect crawling out
Expansion of their wings
Body drying out
Beginning as larvae
From the eggs they hatch
Dramatic transformation
Metamorphosis match
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
For being incorrect and insane,
Your ideas are shared commonly.
Perhaps you should have stuck with
Invertebrates and botany…
Despite common belief, you argued
That life was not fixed,
And that through observation of generations
They could see this.
Darwin had a great basis,
Thanks to you:
When an environment changes,
Organisms change, too.
But thoughts and theories once held true
Are often proven incorrect.
A giraffe cannot make its offspring taller
Just by straining its neck.
Something that once was widely liked
Is now seen as insanity.
Perhaps the search for definitive answers
Is really only vanity?
Humans, be not proud
Every human is a farm
Chocolate for animals
To live, eat and survive
Every human, bacteria’s cake
Food for viruses they are
With delicious juicy flesh
For fungus, fish and ferns
The healthier, the bigger
The more balanced the diet
For guests they host daily
Lodging without lodging fees
At birth workshops are held
Conferences are organized
By all farm citizens present
Bacteria in majority attendance
With dictator-virus in the chair
Lions, vultures, hyenas, sharks
Flying insects as back benchers
As they rule without elections
Budget without income at hand
Spend without accountability
And share the national cake
Donated by the Farm Manager
Humans, be not proud
As you load bags
From supermarkets
And fill your eager gullet
With beers, sodas and wines
From bars and Sheratons
As you chic, chip and chap
And crack chicken bones
Invertebrates lie patiently
Waiting right there in the room
In the kitchen of your stomach
To enjoy a delicious cocktail
Humans be not proud
Humans, be not proud
Alive, healthy or sick
Predators in the bushes
Of Masai Mara, Kruger
Anaconda of Amazon and
Polar bears of the Arctic
Salivate as you scamper
In your precarious life
All praying ‘Lord, Lord
Release for us our beef
Give us this hungry day
Man the bull, the delicacy
You offered on our birthday
As our daily bread’
the blinds die and end of story,
There is no story...What to talk about?
when there is nothing to talk !!
Keep the silence for the flowers.
and "The smell of lilies and Fridays
And as a target ...
the world among others and acts,
And did not hesitate and did not hesitate
Or low and does not get up ..
Or up as not to break...
And ... simulated and Kali, distressed
Or in the strange world,
of many twists or excursions
And the naked climbers,
unbelieving and amazed
Or sauces and visceras,Or ovens, volcano fumes
frozen diarrhea dung, or pride and pedals
The impossible or routes and fear?????
imprisoned more than the chains
? or fear is the prison. Yes. Fear paralyzes
Prison maybe ,small or maybe large
The Ethereal and Ephemeral game
and the castration ..give hollow of the actions and eruptions born ..
Why are they returning to the scene?
To the dry valey of tears ... where have feeling hurts?
And destinations ... unfortunate project ...
Burned in communion and the pipettes and the breezes
and anus in rockets and silos ...and not the sky or ceiling;
the Mare Eva, gave birth on ,rats and unclean from floods and sewers
Creating facebooks ... sample of the small muzzles
and kills them in eternity ..those chimpanzés from hollywood movies
Those revenge stories,stupid milks and veneric vessels,
... the end-of-the-century poisons,
By pissing on the millets...those invertebrates venoms,
and ruthless of mud and mire of an unnamed planet
REMINISCENCES OF A DINOSAUR
Nothing really changes; each one thinks himself
Slightly better than others of similar type :
“Oh, he’s too fat ; she’s gonna be left on the shelf”. . . . .
I hear all this daily and it’s just hype.
“He’s a bit of a dinosaur” -- an insult to his ears --
To show inability to modernize the way he thinks.
Yet the dinos ruled supreme for a hundred mill years
Humans for less than a million -- couple o’ blinks
And another thing, dinos had feelings of superiority too
They were just as human as you and me
They probably used to stand around saying “It’s true,
He’s a bit of an invertebrate” -- as an insult (the same, you see?)
I dunno, but invertebrates probably in turn felt mellow
By referring to their forebears, and then
Mocked disparagingly at some inferior fellow
As “a bit of a plant” or “one of the amoeba men”
Astounding, amazing abyss
Beneath both beautiful and bountiful
Clear, cleansing caverns
Diving dangerously for discoveries
Enchrusting Echnoderms
Foraging fish
Gorgeous gastropods
Hunting hammerheads
Intelligent invertebrates
Jubilant jellyfish
Kindred krill
Light-emitting lanternfish
Mouthy marlins
Natural nautiluses
Obdurate octopus
Protective pinnipeds
Quiescent quahogs
Rounded rays
Seafloor sturgeons
Timid turtles
Utilitarian urchins
Valiant veliger
Wonderful wrasses
Xenial Xingu River Rays
Yielding Yellow-finned tuna
Zealful zooplankton
Saturday, December 11, 2021
'A'' Forms, New Poems, 10 or more lines Poetry Contest
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A whale in a pail is far more active in a gale or in copious amounts of hail. Putting money into sharks is a shifty act involving the shuffling of coats in cloakrooms. And clown costumes placed in the bowls of women's frames are reserved for the elite attire of lemmon lipped bowler heads whose acidic tongue holds the weaponry speeches of tomorrows gore. Pain is a painted potato placed with the pilots to place on a place numbered out and planned on maps arriving by facetious fax machines whose many layered buttons seek to halt a single growing grass level with a shard spoken key. Turning a keyboard to an angle one can visit the highest climate but coinage is best reserved for a large bull with a blue tie. Behind many layers. Many layers is not many lettuces it is merely many lanes. And lanes are lovely on a summer evening returning from the abbey to the house in eighteen fifty-three in long beautiful blue dress with fancy earrings and hair wound in a tight bun. Looking around it is unsurprising that history repeats in the timeless whorl akin to stirring an acre pan of stew or making sandwiches for two hundred people at a picnic. Societal swamps seek some swanky shuffle starting storms. And all the while the little pixies dance in the trees. The unicorns prance, the fairies fly round and round, and all other realmes folk sigh at the endless processions of humans making endless chain of woe. Cause no pattern to rise up from a paper print. For if you do your whole world and house will be prints causing visitors to arrive in many windows to create a karmic reaction and a reaction is a realism and a responsive reach but not a retch. Little frog hums in the kitchen cupboard. He is very bored today and would like to go visit the pond but the machinery placed there ensures it is not safe to hop and when hopping it often is the case that shots are fired from the artillery of the ant people in plastic helmets. They move akin to a swarm of kettledrums on a backlit of carbonised baking trays. Powder that then. Beetroot faced woman in that raspberry printed dress. And to encourage the wrath of a walnut is to embellish a multicolumn of static electricity. Wow. Mish mash mush then. Hahahaha the dancing in the bathroom door hahaha mixed-use mixers mingling mangy mincemeat. Xxxxxxx prese tart structure Paden tar xxxxxxx invertebrates z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z THAT;
Dear humans,
I am an octopus and I’m unhappy with how you humans think you’re so great.
You might say I have a bone to pick with you…
which would be true if I weren’t an invertebrate.
I want you to know I am more than just a cephalopod
with 8 tentacles who spits out a little ink
for I too have a brain, in fact with nine of them…
and I am much smarter than you think
I have learned to use different tools and I solve problems too
and what if all those times you think you’re watching me…
I’ve been watching you.
You humans think with your one heart you’re as loving as can be…
Well think again mere humans…for every octopus has three.
So the next time you’re feeling superior…
the next time you think that you’re so great
remember…most animals in the world live in the ocean…
and most, like me, are invertebrates.
Please do not lament these facts…
do not become a sourpuss…
I’m sure you have some good qualities too…
Sincerely,
The Octopus
P. S. I know you’re proud of your ability to write…
and to be fair I think that’s great
but in the time it takes you to write one letter…
I’ve already written eight!
enter… find nature
Boultham Park hides its wonders
flora and fauna
hedgerows… privet…
hawthorn… laurel.. woodland walks
lake bank side vistas
siskins… goldcrests… gems
sparrowhawks… if your lucky
sneaky brown rats too
floating treasures… ducks
mallard… tufted… goosanders
widgeon… on good days
nuthatches… winter…
feeding stations… eye candy
great… blue… coal… titmice
a mammal mouse too
the cheeky little wood mouse
house mouse wannabe
squirrels… grey… sorry
reds swansong… long gone wonders
hedgehogs… dusk time joy
moles… very lucky…
a live one to photograph
mine… not a joy… dead
muntjac deer o yes
early morn… before dusk, they hide
kingfishers… jewels
bats yes… skimming lake
to drink and masticate
calm water… feast time
wild… cultivated
flora in great abundance
for your eyes only
invertebrates
macro… micro… all delights
chances for new finds
zyginella
pulchra… leafhopper
a county first
z…. pulchra
the second UK record
its host sycamore
record registered
entomological fact
chinstraped… red… green… beaut
butterflies many
look for chequered skippers… and
white letter hairstreaks
white letter hairstreak
on the UK threatened list
host plants… elm species
None came to such a remote place
Near Pannawonica in Australia, without access
No bird has known it, not even a skink
Troglobites live in the dark caves, never shrink
Humans came with iron mining project
But noticed the exceptional nature of the tiny insect;
Darkness keeps them smart
Bright light kills the insects
They live in the caves dark
Spider like tiny blind invertebrates
The aboriginal heritage of the earth
Deserve human interest for their special worth;
Man has abandoned mining there
Leaving the rocky caves to the insects’ care
To protect the lovers of the dark
From the assault of the light stark
Strange world accommodates all the opposites
Pannawonica like sanctuary is one of such sites.
© Aju Mukhopadhyay, 2020
“But you have never been a scout, " she said.
“Yes,” I agreed, “but I know these woods, and I will do a terrific job.”
So she hired me as her scout.
I showed her the layout of my bank, and we peeked at my eggs.
I have to incubate them tomorrow, I warned her
So I will have to have tomorrow off.
She could see that she had hired the right kingfisher
When I took her to see the bee-eaters,
mot mots, todies and ground rollers.
It was unfortunate when Uncle Azure flew too hard at his tree and fatally injured himself, falling at her feet.
A friend of yours? She asked me.
“A relative,” I told her.
She hired me, and I showed her the kingfisher family
in Africa, Asia, and Oceania.
She was amazed at our long pointed bills and long heads.
I was amazed that she wanted to give me paper as payment,
when I wanted bugs and invertebrates.