Best Mandibles Poems


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The grasshopper left the corn
For the dawn of the baobab tree
The elders brought flowers
For the floor of the ages past
And the door of ages to come
Grasshopper's heart stridulated
In awe. Its mandibles move
To shred its doubt in questions.

The elders stood silent
Before the open palm spooning
The eyes for a taste of wisdom:
"Patience," said the elders.
The elders ears buzzed 
With the sounds of futile wings
Longing for the flight of freedom
"Grow your conscience," spoke
The elders in the morning smoke
Of dew where the heart
Of flora and fauna is burning.

And I was left nothing there
But corn blades bitten bare
To the ground, and a path
Through the desert sands of wrath
That beckons me to where
I will sit in the elders' chair
Weaving syllables out of air
And searching for reason
Beside the stillness of the heart.
I am the recycled question
Waiting for answer in a flower's
Bed sown with eyes of treason.
Categories: mandibles, parody, philosophy
Form: Free verse

Gourmet Spider

Gourmet Spider


Please, please, please don’t eat me
I am so tiny
Not a meal at all
Eight spindly legs and no abdomen to speak of
So please, please, please don’t eat me

I have tapped and drummed on your web
To soothe your voraciousness 
Now let me crawl stealthily to the back
Move aside your spinneret
And copulate

But please, oh please don’t eat me
I am not a meal you would call worthy
Of those ferocious mandibles
And the glinting cold gems of your myriad eyes

Please, please don’t eat me
Not this time any way
And if you like I will promise to be a ready meal
Just add water
And you will eat your fill
But not this time
Ok
Not this time
This time let me escape
The deed done
I impregnate
You

And as I scramble over the treads of sticky silk
The panic in my heart
Is a treacherous mistake
For she looks always for the perfection in her lovers

ESCAPE !!!!!!!!

AAAAAGGHHHHH !

What was that

Oh no……

You beautiful …………………………………… cold…………………..

………………………………voracious……………… Bit………………………..
Categories: mandibles, animalsme, time,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Skeleton of Paris

TO PRESERVE YOUR HEALTH
   YOU MUST RESERVE YOUR DATE AND TIME
TO ENTER THE EMPIRE OF DEATH

“Arrête, c'est ici l'empire de la mort!"

      Sign in Paris Catacombs

SKELETON OF PARIS

i dared each dank step
into the catacombs of Paris
thank the Lord
each step was not
creaking bone

i’d descend, of course
my choice, my feet
move into the nether
the deep dark secret tomb
a heavy door
surreality adorned

below the stinking streets
the foul history
of death

dredged up
from six feet deep
dusted and cleansed
the mandibles,
joints, heartless
bones

the boneyard quarry
accentuated death
having a new spin
on “putting our heads together,”
a collaboration of dust

the bleak hallway, I dare
not touch, i cross myself
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
attempting to stay in the center
of the narrow way

O the clink and clank
the synergy
that will fuse these bodies together
at the end of time

who will be the first to awaken?
will he or she faint away
as they discover
their dissected bones?

The artful remains of Robespierre, Lavoisier,
Danton - the dearly beheaded come to life,
guests of downtown…way downtown Paris.

Upwards of seven million squeezed together.
The leap of disease…the health crisis relieved.

1/13/2022
Categories: mandibles, death, paris,
Form: Free verse

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The Yawp

See the recumbent lion,
it yawns, mouth stretched open
a wide silence – he is not tired,
just philosophically bored.

It is a yawp
as much as the startled jaw
of a newborn kitten
is a visible caricature of surprise
for having arrived and survived.

Sparrows yawp in the beaks of raptors,
raptors yawp also in the frozen mandibles
of a relentless winter

but pity the man or woman
 that does not yawp
at least once in a lifetime
their lips will become sewn tight
and an innocent horror 
locked in forever.
Categories: mandibles, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Bug Destiny

Bug Destiny

Round tiny bug moves slow along the garden path
Avoiding traffic as it trudges along
Carries the hardened armor of its ancestry
Down there too, through the centuries
The weight of that nobility 
With it, on its back, through history
 
Portals of time laid out in its direction
Its lineage developed skills for battles
In darkened bitter caves
With aging somber rocks in far off lands
And along the seasoned shores 
Over millions and billions of years

Ants search day and night for this small creature
Little round bugs are a staple on their menu
They will not rest until
This morsel is served up in honor of their queen
Solo insect as black as death
Stands by in armor ready

Ants take their forces onward against the drop of day
Their tiny march relentless, endless and grave
Black bug hunkers down in his encasing
Waiting In case bad things should happen
And to survive another day
The army attacks  
            
Storms in on solo bug in stark surprise
With concise incisions ready
Sharp mandibles set to dissect it on the spot
Little bug has one last trick
It tastes of sour and stinky feet
The ants retreat defeated

Round bug makes its rounds about the garden gate
In its cultivated aged defense makes it to another day
Future generations will praise this day
That kept their kind alive 
Depriving queen ant of a nasty meal
Of destinies surprise
Categories: mandibles, adventure, age, insect, nature,
Form: Sestina

Nectar Niche

Pure inspiration:
honey combed wax bursting sweet
between mandibles.
Categories: mandibles, happiness, imagination, on writing
Form: Senryu


Dead Mute

There once was a boy from Sauk City
had mandibles toothy and pretty
but when he spoke
his larynx broke
Parental-types said, “What a pity”

So they took him to a physician
who said, “This is an imposition”
he gave the boy a pill
which was designed to kill
and forwarded him to the mortician

The mortician built a long box
to entomb the boy who just squawks
To plug the holes
and keep out moles
he utilized multiple caulks

A most gruesome tale and quite gory.
Does a moral lie in this story?
Would you give me a shout 
if you figure it out?
It may lead one into satori
Categories: mandibles, nonsense,
Form: Limerick

Ants

Ants, from Valley of Babylon
  The gourds that made up the abdomen 
  Are crying, crying for the delicious city of wolf
  And the tower of Babel by many demolishing grind,
  Gnashing and swallowing into lungs,
  Wisdom is heartless, never mind,
  Possessing soul to soul is life,
  Almighty long limbs like thread,
  Stretched like recherché,
  Macho double pear seeds chest link the faculty
  And the mandibles rabble out weakly: Prepared!
  Prepared for battles of the minute!
  Prepared for war the chosen geniuses!
  O! Enormous container enlarge collectibles,
  Manufactured with succulent clauses of papyrus
  Delayed a bit, so that loads of hallucination,
  Will float unhindered, arbitrarily inside 
  The belly of faculty,
  Until the bard go aloft to hibernate.
Categories: mandibles, allegory
Form: Free verse

Bee's Kiss

In the morning dew
          redolent sounds 
                       of summer surround me 

In pendant blue
                I flaunt my splendour
eagerness cresting
                my desires peaking

He wonders around
                 charming the milieu
dressed in stripes and
                          an invincible air

Dashingly he comes to me
                    whispering sweet nothings
                             his music sonicates me
Enchanted I allow
               his mandibles to
                                  masticate me
I could feel his warmth
                     rubbing rhythmically
                                 all along my lobes

Then 
       he titillates open 
                               my softness
and sucks up the succus
          as I let him
                       relish my goodness
we enthuse in this moment	
                Of pure bliss
until he
              seeds me 

Feeling sated
                 I radiate in the risen sun
And let him flutter away 
                  to his flourishing fantasies
Categories: mandibles, insect, nature,
Form: Personification

Robot Zombies With Ghostly Appetites

For the last time I think I've escaped
Your gratutituous number munching
But then as quick as a high-def blink
I'm back in the barn with the cannibals

Flesh mongering mammals
With digits tied to mandibles
Trodding through robotic arenas
Without a finite-sniffing clue

Battery unplugged, feet pressed to rugs
They land proud on towels
Wondering about next meals
What deal could peel back some onion flesh?

Salamanders finance the change
Or simply rearrange the same
Tug boating at a new horizon
Still consuming ghosts and roaches till the end of time
Categories: mandibles, death, life, parody,
Form: Free verse

Where Blood Is Not Enough

Where blood is not enough

Blood flows, flows, flows
Competing with Nile waters
Blood Threatens to overwhelm 
Tigris and Euphrates
To make Red Sea, redder
But the head goes crazy, crazy
Where blood is not enough

The people cry, cry, cry
Yet the ears are deaf
Eyes stubbornly blind
Tears mere drops of dew
Power, power, power
Raises her arm of ferocity
And drives them on, on
Where blood is not enough

Those whose mothers
Bore them on knees
Mourn, mourn and mourn
And scatter dust and rubbish	
To the miserable winds
Of the gloomy setting sun
Children cry, cry and cry
To their helpless mothers
Where blood is not enough

The vultures sing “alleluia”
And perch near abattoirs
Desert foxes convene workshops
Praising their creator
For the wonderland
Of unending feasts
And unstoppable tears 
Where blood is not enough

Palms bow in honor of the mighty
Valleys open their mouths
Chanting “welcome, welcome
To this chamber of no returning”
Coffin -makers prepare for business
As they listen to prophet Owls
Bringing desirable messages
Of doom and sorrows for high sales
Each forgotten night	
Where blood is not enough

Fragile and invisible beings 
Creep, creep on their bellies
Whispering and smiling
Hugging one another in joy
Their mandibles ragging
With burning appetite
Like wild fire in the savanna
Where blood is not enough

Children of the shining armor
Crawl, crawl, and crawl
In a parade one by one	
To salute and honor
Those whose mothers
Bore them while standing
In the wonderland of sorrow
Where blood is not enough
Categories: mandibles, allegory, destiny, heartbroken, humanity,
Form: Epic

Duped Sons of the Gun


Rile up the rifling rowdies
at the Red River rawhide rally
A new Mustang Sally came rip-roaring muscling in
from the lower Staten Island end of Stalingrad
Treachery forged American made profit wad
Wearing a commie armband,
purporting to be party repping
concerned Russian citizens
Whose sickle and hammer banner
is the sacred “Right to Bear Arms”
This appears to be quite duplicitous foul,
but no Second Amendment harm  
Nary a single peep tweet harangue itch heard,
no tick-ticking trump false alarm
Not one cricket sound of a silent chirped word
Rhetorical rebuttals are on a verbal snooze,
POTUS is on a Love Boat pirate smooze
Using Alexandrian charm
and Torshin money laundered ant mandibles,
oligarches buy a Republican bite-size piece 
of the NRA capitalist farm
Those loopy lobby duped sons of guns
will sell the hangman’s rigor mortis rope
that they’ll soon be swinging from
Such a sad, illegal traffic plight — 
Serve them ultra-nationals right
to be privately tricked in plain sight
Let a little Soviet savvy spit salve
gleam the brandishing barrels bright
Invitation extended to the “good old boys” club
Purchase credit secret blended ...
trigger shout 
some Badlands ruble noise with a lead nose snub
Rowdy Ruskies in the midst
of an all-American association rifle rally
Such a strange, strange sight:
Those duped sons of the gun
butt kissing their Politburo Putin pal-lies
Categories: mandibles, allegory, business, political, truth,
Form: Alliteration

Wormness

I'm just a simple cabbage worm, chomping on the leaves of Life.
A nibble here, a nibble there; very little toil and strife.
And when my mandibles are tired of chewing what I ate
I sit upon the meaty pulp and coolly contemplate
cabbages and kings becrawled and miles of Pieris feces
I've left strewn upon my plate.

Before I close my wormy lids, I say a little plea:

Dear god of all us lowly worms, smile kindly now on me.
If I should die before I wake, please make it quick and sweet.
Should I end up within the gut of robin or of crow
I do not mind whate'er befalls; I just don't want to know.

But if I live to crawl again, please lead me to the Prize,
the Cabbage of all cabbages where I may idolize 
Yourself, Great Worm, the Idol of Our Lives. 
 Amen.

And so, to sleep and lovely dreams
of cabbages and kings and strewing miles of feces
on celestial cabbage plates.
Categories: mandibles, fantasy,
Form:

Giant Trapdoor Spider

Moves swiftly in tunnels like a  rider
Though many called him a deadly spider,
Just two legs different from normal fly,
His mandibles and toxin he holds so high,
Lying in wait for his prey with web net,
Stabbing this creature with pronounced teeth set,
Attacks within his burrow away from foes,
This surprise act further compound their woes,
These sets of teeth,he uses to dig his holes,
Where he drags others to devour their souls,
A trapdoor is made between himself and his prey,
which is triggered  to make a nice display
When the creature is caught it then closes,
He injects weak  toxin with plenty of doses
which slowly paralyses the victim.



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Categories: mandibles, animal, nature,
Form: Rhyme

Brilliant Locusts

A farmer caught two locusts
before roasting  they cried out

“Spare us, farmer. Let’s agree
our mandibles are hoes
we shall dig your gardens
but allow us to eat all weeds
our abdomen are tanks of oil
domesticate us, live with us
cooking oil you will get free
smearing oil is there for you
only do not touch wings, legs
we shall sing, dance for you.”

The farmer was thrilled
Sang beautiful joyful songs
“I shall be happy forever
All riches are at my door
my friends locusts , a rare gift
free labor, free oil, free music
neighbors come to feast!”

But whenever locusts sang
and vibrated their limbs
generations of locusts flew in
annoyed, worried, tortured,
he ate, burned, crashed in vain
crops were eaten and locusts
inherited his farm forever.
Categories: mandibles, allegory, fairy, fate, history,
Form: Epic
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