Best Stinging Poems
The first among to wake up in the Spring
The award winner, comes with a sting
Stinging Nettle pubescent and green
Cannot touch the super herbal queen
Urtica dioica is the botanic name
Dioica is the one with European fame
Tropical cousins are all not the same
Strong and sharp, they can make you lame
Each sting is a delicate hollow hair
Stiffened with a tip of silica ware
Swollen base that stores the venom with care
Shoots its payload, touch, if you dare
Transmitters are same as yours and mine
Acytylcholine , serotonin and histamine
If stung by nettles, remedy is close at hand
Do not go far, Dock is where you stand
She was
Within striking distance
Eagerly waiting,
With bells on, for him.
She could have been
His million dollar baby.
Pity, he took too long
To pounce.
Between a blink,
Far out of sight was she.
He strained his eyes
Longingly searching for her
Across a desolate expanse
Into nothingness.
She's walked into
Another man's waiting arms.
Facing each sunset
Lonesome,
He looks back
With a stinging regret.
Date written: 05/04/2023
Jellyfish is the stinging kind,
it is found in droves
on our crowded beaches...
any little sting can drive anyone wild.
Yes, they are spineless, mordant and gelitous...
being closed watched by large gulls with a hungry palate,
but are chased away by dogs so ferocious;
I'm wondering how they will look and taste on my plate!
And still curious kids scoop them with plastic sand-shovels
and try to save them by dropping them in water-filled buckets,
running with excitement...ignoring the screams of their moms,
and they yell, " Put them down, they will sting you more than once!"
O jellyfishes, don't be vicious...we love you like shell-fish,
if you could talk, your bizarre conduct won't be misunderstood by many!
Is the water so polluted and infested with sharks that you flee from the sea,
or are the fishermen so angry for wasted time on a worthless catch?
The Smell of a flower so fresh and potent
Taste of virgin now become of bloom
Feel alive so tenderly touched upon
Gates of fire cinder my thoughts of temptation
A las heaven strikes my body and soul, I smile
His physique piled of smooth stone as of culture
To the dawn we awake to the sun
Hunting for feelings but my body won’t surrender
Ted is a novice when skating on ice
Kept slipping and falling twenty times twice
Body shattered and battered
And his teeth were all scattered
Prayed the tooth fairy will give a good price
Soups and soft food is all he can now eat
But he fancied something that is more sweet
Poured treacle in a large cup
Then quickly drank it all up
Feeling sick, vowed he would never repeat
He felt very hot and started to fret
From every pore he was pouring with sweat
He went outside to cool down
Some wasps where flying around
And saw his body as a sweet object
He screamed loudly, hollered, blubbered and cried
As the wasps were all stinging him with pride
His body grossly swollen
And dignity now stolen
Wished instead gone for a horse and cart ride
14.09.23
Borrego Springs welcome monsoon storms
Darkening blue skies in black swarms
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
I saw Sting in the lobby this morning, we were going out and he was coming in. Lisa nudged me, “Sting” was all she whispered. He was with a woman and a man. The woman was talking to the doorman. Sting was dressed all in black except for a long stark-white cashmere scarf, he was chatting and working a dark-gray French-flat-cap around in his hands. His hair is very short and white.
We wanted to walk in the snow, if only for a minute.
A gust of wind caught us as we reached the sidewalk. The two American flags, on either side of the entrance, went rigid, at 9-o’clock as if saluting us. “Jeeez!” I said, like the Georgia girl I am - or was. “Don’t be a baby,” Lisa answered, like a true, pittyless New Yorker but her cheeks had turned a child-like pink. She flipped up her collar.
I patted my pocket, relieved to feel my phone and know that if we froze to death the authorities could use “find my friends” to locate our bodies.
Leeza joins us a moment later and I can’t help but notice that she’s dressed like it’s a cool fall day. Back in the day, when my brother would dress like summer even though temperatures in Georgia had dipped cruelly into the fifties. Seeing him, my mom would say, “Where there’s no sense, there’s no feeling,” but I don’t.
“Did you see Sting?” I asked Leeza (12). She gives me a blank look. “Sting”, I said, “the lead singer for The Police?” I add, as clarification. “I don’t know who that is,” she says flatly. “He was famous,” I say in surrender, “a long time ago, in the 90s.” Maybe the next generation won’t be as celebrity driven.
Thank God Lisa suggested I pin my artist-beret down or it would have blown away, like my resolve to walk in the snow. Still, I followed Lisa into the park like a cat on a leash - unwilling to be seen as any less Canadian. The show crunched like we were trampling over snow-cones.
Trees began turning away the wind as we entered Central Park, “I think we may survive.” I said cheerfully. Just because you're freezing to death doesn’t mean you can’t be ??affable.
Why don’t pigeons freeze to death - I thought birds flew south for the winter?
The smoke stings my eyes
As every part of me dies,
While some part of me
Has a lot of endless cries.
But still I let us just be.
Sweeps down over the school yard
Suddenly, totally unexpectedly.
At once,
Squeals of delight,
Exultant laughter from
The cruel children there.
They suddenly look up from their bullying of
Their helpless, disabled class mate,
And letting him be, instead the bullies smile,
Up into the falling icy snow.
Giggling, the distracted, pint-sized tyrants
Catch snow flakes on their tongues,
While their victim broadly smiles for
The very first time that day,
Catching the snow flakes that very same way.
Barefoot you reach
for candidacy to
get partitioned.
The hatred had divided
the grass.
The suspense
was intense when
earth failed to
accept the-
defeat.
A drinking-
cloud will settle
the score with
the flames.
Consequently the-
sky falls on
all the roses, making
your vision blurred.
Satish Verma
The Stinging See
taste
those
flowing
pains,
suck-up
that sorrow
kiss
the
skull,
face facts
as
you stop
the big
fake
false
facade...
it stings
a little
to
really
see
6-17-07
Malign me to your heart’s content
Though it makes no difference
Cos your vile vitriol denotes a malcontent
Drowning in a bay bereft of synergy science.
In your time of need, I lent you my shoulders
To cry on. Paradox! I nurtured a ribald rival
Whose motivation smashed my reputation on boulders
That quickly and methodically defied my survival.
Forgiveness, my friend, trounces the transgression
Laced with laceration to a high degree
Meant to promote the mote of ardent aggression
Although progress demands and commands a pacific pedigree.
In the end, my friend, pride and prejudice bend to etiquette
Enhanced and balanced to smash the splash of the marsh
That engulfs your greedy gulp on a treachery ticket
Invited to prevent evolving events from crashing a courtesy calabash.
whooz whooz fly the bee
it sting hurts like end is near
but it helps to heal
you can tell
they love the smell
they crawl alone
flowers or there home
itd the there love tree
for hours
FLOWERS AND ASTINGING BEE
badly
sadly
coming
huming
bees in
lees in
skying
flying
bringing
stingings
7/20/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018