Best Larva Poems
clove cinnamon for simon&dunkin tuna for garfunkel.
wobbly looped spindles, hums tunes "holy mackerel".
silent whispers alluring hoarding ajar.
more candid topics, endorsed by chet choppock.
overtime blenders whip hot fudge tapioca.
from the larva, emerges paul harvey.
orator greetings predestines"good day, utopia.
good healing from dr. oz & charles ozgood,
understood.
bytes penetrating sequin hoods of vast neighborhoods.
well steaked positions, instills glorified bastions.
no wasteful questions, bout times were in.
unconsumed media leaves abundance to chance (t)hen.
signs of our times, perhaps, we should thank (T)hen.
While drowning in a sea of sadness
I drowned a sea of sorrows inside me.
From the pools of ebony
I emerge anew as...
...A Black Swan...
...for I have discovered black pearls
hidden in shells of mysteries
between myth and truth
beneath a whirlpool of oblivion
that whirls within my core.
I will merrily swim through my tears
and I will boldly soar over my fears
for I have embraced my true essence
as I have eaten those black pearls -
the power of my discovered art
that now rushes through my veins
and gushes out of my heart
as inky black blood.
From my heart I will pour out
the pain that will beautifully paint
papers blank white
with my doleful poems and songs.
My quills are my feathers,
I will shed while I dance unabashedly
to the rhythm of my soulful tune.
I will create art out of my broken heart
before forevermore is forever gone.
On a prickly stem of thorns
a beautiful rose blossoms and sways.
In a mine full of drab coals,
under pressure and heat
forms a shining bright diamond.
Larva is what grows out to be a butterfly.
From the womb of pain art is born.
My sufferings cannot cage me anymore
for I am...
...A Black Swan.
Date: 08/29/2022
Note: For the contest (Free Verse - Old Or New) by Joseph May.
*Placed First*
March flower daffodil, canary yellow, a single bloom with the vernal equinox
Aquamarine birthstone, gift thyself a ring this birthday, wrapped in a jewel box
Romans marched on, this month they named after God of War, Mars, mythology
Caesar, Julius’s downfall 44 BC, oracle warns “Beware the ides of March” 15th
History has Texas no longer Mexico the 2nd of 1836, Independence of Lonestar
Mad as a March hare! The full Worm Moon peaks illumination the 25th afar
Animals mate, larva of worm thaw and emerge from hiding, and birds migrate
During Lenten abstain from meat on Fridays, give alms, read Sacred Scripture
NCAA March Madness kicks into gear, basketball fan’s cheer the lively picture
Easter, 31st Good Friday 29th, Palm Sunday, Purim 24th, and Ramadan on 11th
Saint Patrick’s is celebrated the 17th we're a wee bit Irish, if only for the day
Spring arrives on 19th, Daylight Savings on 10th set clock, spring forward we say
caterpillar
green, young
crawling, metamorphosing, molting
larva, silkworm, vertebrae, gossamer
flittering, flapping, perching
winged, iridescent
butterfly
Date written: 11/06/2022
English version by Liviu Martinescu
- a solo nijuin renku -
waves covered in wind
in our blood the salt of the sea
is seeking the shore
autumn clouds scattered
by viola d'amore
insatiably drinking in
the image of those conches
lurking amongst barren poplars
devious ways in
a square black against white
stuck between word and shadow
time
a salamander
I would twirl your red hair
in yellow rings
through rolls of thick fog
to meet the axolotl
bearing the face of my beloved
afloat away from our own selves
among unknown engravers
in the foreign harbour
anemones
sink the eternal sky
in the long forgotten bell
crickets have taken shelter
melting wax
covers the books
of metamorphosis
smoky chrysalides
rise from among vowels
the shape of the larva
slowly yields the contour
of your absence
my palm feels the vortex
of your frozen name
a scream snowed under
albatrosses with myrtle in their beaks
shattering the moon
how changed the last
water dwellings
a cluster of birches
from one being into another
music will pass
it's only the sound of time
that entices grass to germinate
amongst plum blossoms
the hourglass sends up its sand
up/down to the last grain
deep into lilac woods
fire devouring fire
Batman had some guests who outdid their stay
By making a muddle with their foul play
Robin was first, yet his diet of late
Were larva and worms that slid off his plate
Spiderman came without hesitation
Except his kids caused an infestation
By crawling about for a place to spin
And webbing the doors so none could get in
He welcomed Green Hornet as a fond guest
But not all his tiny flying pet pests
Ant-man and The Wasp also brought their kids
Which added hundreds of problems, they did
As Batman fluttered behind them that night
He couldn’t refrain from taking a bite
Of heroic spawn in many guises
Coz they bugged Batman and came in pint sizes
5/14/15
For Comic Book Character Contest
Caterpillar
Segmented, Colorful
Crawling, Nibbling, Hiding
Larva, Cocoon, Wings, Freedom
Fluttering, Landing, Pollinating
Pristine, Delicate
Butterfly
By: Greg Stanley
For Brian’s “Sixes and Sevens” Contest
I wish I can go back , to where it all began.
I should have said something, I should have taken a stand.
I feel like a butterfly, but only in reverse...what I really am is LARVA,
the beginning the first.
My stories pretty simple, its not hard to define. Somewhere at some, strange moment. I transitioned.
& lost in mind.
I think I was falling IN LOVE, but didnt know, how to deal.
I disguised myself, like the wings of a butterfly, this became my shield.
I felt like a PUPA, not yet ready to open my wings....still growing and maturing ,
still not knowing. Anything
If I was a butterfly kissed, I would tell myself this.
There is no plan in life, we simply exist.
We are all butterflys , Morphing everyday, Finding our own stories, in very unique ways.
We cannot alter, what has already been, done
We can only acknowledge, & learn from our past,
and in the present, move on......
larva- butterfly
begining- passing away
helpless palmistry
falling back-boyhood
from butterfly to larva
the dark blue mourning
While waiting but not watching for the sun to set, perhaps the bullfrogs are creating the shadows with their croaks, my friend screams out because he has been bitten by a fly. He is not quiet enough so the flies obtain special pleasure from teasing him. Meanwhile bluebirds skirt the lake surface like the most perfectly designed fighter planes in twos or threes and argue rising up on their tails into the air. While insects prey upon and tease the bare flesh and blood of we humans, they fear the silent violence, the sudden huge presences of these family birds.
A larva with a leaf tip for a cocoon descends a white birch by a long thread. We free ourselves from our writings to observe phenomenon. Then thinking about dinner. The flight of J. Krishnamurti, the eagle guru says even artists (after physicists and mathematicians) may penetrate the unknown if not too absorbed in their own emotions and imaginations. We common people too who loving our wives can love everyone.
What eyesight the bluebirds have to swoop the lake from shore for a flying insect or descend from fifty feet on a thin straw grass and return to chew absent-mindedly! Just fun having song sung among men. As for the syntax, a daisy could swing it unthinking and coast. Along the beehive rocks ants crawl on connecting interlacing instructions. All around us and inside too as if stars were unseen but present it's true. So a man desires breakfast with his lady; could it be more amusing, material or smell?
As the eyesun descends below spun clouds, spirit or the eagle or the drum? Round. The dialectic obscure couldn't be more better said. So round and serious. To love everyone with clearer vision than a bluebird or a lake is to transcend the innocence of insect and take flight action and feed the babies of fate. Phew! Dinner outside the cocoon. I brought myself a student upon the hill or mountain and said to myself I said Obo rebop in summer sweater and what less overweight can carry test uphill so slow? Presently, reformed, informed by the bluebird's eagle spirit, clear cleanhead, I return coagulating mightily ideas the bites of insects ow! to breakfast home and everywhere unknown. Hearing bird with clear conscience echo make.
Both Freddy and Frieda Flea
Had an itch and felt the need
To leave their home on Beagle back
So they packed their bags while Fido napped
They'd heard magical tales of the Big Top
Since their larva days on top the pup
They weren't here this time to clown around
As they found themselves circus bound
They hitched a ride in a hobos beard
Too no telling who knows where
But one thing that is perfectly clear
Both those fleas are outta here
Along the way they purchased needs
In a marketplace made just for fleas
Like underwear and mint toothpaste
Soap on a Rope to wash their face
Plus deodorant, quite a bit
You need a lot of it when you've got 6 pits
The rumor mill can be very mean
Fleas, after all, are fairly clean
After a day of personal shopping
It was all aboard for more beard hopping
Riding that hobo from coast to coast
In this their new hairy chateau
As circuses go they started their own
Advertising on the hobos back cause he never turns around
Over time their acts they've modified
As the flaming hoops set the hobos beard on fire
Now with Freddy as Ring Master and Frieda on trapeze
They are the Greatest Show On Earth, at least among fleas
These are the days of the virtual relationships
The forgotten greetings over the fence
The accidental encounters are gone too
There is no place to buy me on the web
The larva changes its sin again
I shall not know it when I meet the parasite
Sometimes a message appears
From cloud of air - the fruit of the blackberry
You have always wanted invisibility
Now we have all marginalized ourselves
For longing make us happy
And we are famous if discovered
But I am not lost
Like islands still muted about their history
There is no like acceptance for the depopulation of the world
And there is coffee to make you sleep
If you will resist dying to be famous like Michael Jackson
I have nothing else to hope for
Nothing more to give
But a lisening ear to your lament
Your loneliness is a echo of the world
At least you cannot complain of a broken heart
That would be unfair to a year that spent
Three hundred and sixty five days longing
For a new year to come.
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
Why are these referred to as Deadly?
They kill the body, crush the spirit,
Alter one's mind, make over your being,
Deal with others inhumanly, defy the law
And the inspired prophetic Word of God!
As long as the earth remains, there is
Seed time and harvest, so being a Sloth
Will get you nowhere.
Envy is not a virtue, you're not looking
At yourself, but at your fellows industriously
Inclined, to promote from the heart what
it takes to become anything worthy outside.
I would call excessive greed gluttony, a vice of the self,
Because the individual does not know that he's
Indulging in self, grabbing and accumulating,
what's his or not his.
Though nice and perhaps charming and sweet as a pie,
This one could erupt scattering volcanic larva everywhere.
A calm answer turns away wrath the Good Book did say.
Lust as "L" as in Lucifer, without any love,
A longing desire satisfying a fantasy whim,
Though the victims may hurt, but not their will.
Greed, casting eyes over to see what Stella has,
Stealthily taking or bullying away, because of a
Longing for whatever you see, when you can't
Use it, just give it away.
Jesus had no pride leaving his royal throne,
And even washed his disciples feet. How can we
Follow in his steps and be, of service for each
Other as God still is to us?
So these deadly seven are really sins,
Detested and hated by the Father and by the Son.
So work from the inside, imperfections are without,
And will gleefully mold you to the shape and form,
That are the deadliest sins ever known to man.
I have tried to poetically interpret, the seven deadly sins and how humankind could be drawn like a net into these web-like forces. Sometimes others have to show or guide us away from such a smear. Don't give up on a "brother" who is down!
The Deadly Seven Poetry Contest
Title: THE DEADLY SEVEN
Sponsor: John lawless
Deadline: 2/25/2016