Best Waggle Poems
The little fir tree was feeling extremely sad
it was tiny compared to its mum and its dad
When people saw the tree they just walked away
and chose a much larger tree for their Xmas display
The wind helped the fir tree waggle its branches
and the tree tried so hard to get admiring glances
Sadly people said ‘that tree’s much too small,
it wouldn’t look right in our lounge or the hall’
All of a sudden the little tree became aware
of a disabled young lad in a motorised chair
Peter beamed when he saw the little fir tree
and said ‘mum this tree is perfect for me’
His mother said ‘Peter are you really sure
there’s lots to see, we could look at more’
Peter said to his mum ‘this little tree is ideal
and when its decorated, your heart it will steal’
Peter said ‘mum, it will be so easy for me
I’ll be able to decorate this little fir tree
We’ll buy baubles from the Christmas shop
and I can reach to put the gold angel on top’
The store man overheard the boy’s conversation
and was so impressed by Peter’s determination
He waived the purchase price of the little tree
Peter left the store smiling, he was very happy
Peter decorated the little tree all on his own
and it took pride of place in their cosy home
His mother’s so proud of her determined boy
and the little fir tree gave them so much joy.
Submitted to "X" Contest, New or Old
Sponsored by Constance La France
12/3/18
Categories:
waggle, child, christmas, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
you, I, we, they
stumble, betwixt
with words-
creative minds
hands write
muses mystify
searching, finding
expressing in verse
then you, I, we, they
read, critique
poems delightfully
but a few may
tongue waggle
insinuatingly
eyes close
to those that do
but many, many
PS-ers, I we, they
Thank You PD for
running contests
challenging minds
critiquing poems
sharing and being you-
a true blue PS family
For Linda-A's contest, 'PD Poem (Any Poem Written Or Dedicated To Me'
Categories:
waggle, dedication, family, poetess, thank
Form:
Free verse
It’s not easy to be a bee
Our crowded view of life
Sometimes the only things I see
Are trouble, toil and strife
We search to find the source of food
Then hurry to the hive
We hype the others in the mood
With waggle dance and jive
The queen, protected and aloof
Not like all the others
She is the sign and living proof
When smoke comes and smothers
Work and waggle, my daily chore
Then search a place to hide
Being a bee is so much more
When dodging pesticide
I’m a worker, and not a drone
I hope that you can see
When you harvest sweet honeycomb
It tough being a bee
Categories:
waggle, animal, appreciation, dedication, endurance,
Form:
Rhyme
Mangy-Monkey;
Gum thief.
Raggle-taggle,
Tail-waggle;
Bone-breath.
Gaggling geese,
Webbed feet;
Penny-anney,
Corn-candy.
Snakes-alive,
About five;
Or six,
Playing tricks.
Babbling brook,
Nearby nooks
And crannies;
Harboring teeth.
Fighting bribing,
Monkey-see,
Monkey-do.
Fickle-furred,
Out-turned
Waddle-feet,
Bearing bird.
Roaring-money,
Never tamed;
Hungry for
Avian-brain.
Itchy-scratchy,
Eggy-hatchey;
Teeny-tiny,
Shells cracking.
Tourists gawking,
Feathered-squawking;
Metallic-clanging,
Cage doors.
All this,
Attended quick;
When hungry
Bellies roar.
Categories:
waggle, animal, fun, funny, image,
Form:
Free verse
I buzzed around
Amid our clan’s beesound.
My swarm buzzed in cloud
In beespeak spoke aloud.
But the babble of the bees
Suddenly did cease,
For one with gut swollen,
Legs burdened by pollen,
Dropped out of the swarm
And sounded an alarm.
We came to a rest,
Behaved at our best,
To ken what he’d say,
On this blessed day.
He dropped on the ground,
Did a hop and a bound.
Like showman he pranced,
Strutted and danced,
Clockwise he went,
Clear message he sent.
It was the bees waggle!
It told the straggle
Where lay the flowers,
Nectar and pollen showers!
So off we took to flight,
All of us were light,
To be glutted by dusk,
With bounty of bees' musk!
Basking in the sun,
His waggle now done,
The hero of the bees,
Gloried as the bee’s knees!
Categories:
waggle, dance, environment, fun, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
he stood …
atop another world
another …
promethean creation
ineffable beauty and innovation spread at his
feet like a glorious carpet of progress
a macrocosm of concept and imagination
that surprised even HIM
he had, again, exceeded his own
undefinable ingenuity and prospect
and the result took his breath
but are gods truly thus if
they’re unpredictable
stochastic, even -
if they’re capable of astonishment?!?
he must have expected this
deep-down …
what’s the point of genesis
if it’s not to improve
or at least applaud?
he spread his arms and gaze
swept it all in with a breath
such incredible accomplishment
such grace and grandeur
yet …
now must come the little creatures
to behold it all
to adulate and worship
to extoll what was to him but a
waggle of his finger
poor little things
he pitied them, really
(though he thought THEM marvels … once)
to be so … insignificant -
so lamentable and small and … well …
limited …
but they DID serve an objective
for without their rather pathetic existence
he’d be left with a question
unanswerable
only one …
why??
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, July 18, 2023
Categories:
waggle, allegory, analogy, creation, deep,
Form:
Free verse
I wish I was a wee Willy Wagtail.
I've always wanted a tail to wag,
and Willy, really struts his stuff, just so.
With a wiggle waggle
a parry, on garde, touché!
"Now that's a Tail!"
Willy Wagtail is willy-nilly, with attitude!
Flitting onto branch or wire
waggling his tail all about,
so bossy and belligerent.
"Hey what's your game?"
"Can anybody play?"
Categories:
waggle, animal, bird, word play,
Form:
Free verse
~when honey bees dance
waggling provocative tail…
queen bee smiles sweetly
In Honor of: `A Rambling Poet ~
Haiku Me Some Nature, Please
By John Moses Freeman
Honey Bee (Apis mellifera)
The honey bee, Apis mellifera, is one of several species of bees
that produce honey.
The waggle dance, an elaborate series of movements by a worker bee,
informs other bees where the best sources of food are located.
Categories:
waggle, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Spiders – Arachnids
From the tiny pinhead Samoan Moss spider
To the huge Tarantula with legs spreading wider
Exists a diverse and interesting creature
With many a color and many a feature
Comparing ounce by ounce with steel
A spider’s silk is much stronger and real
Made up of proteins, natures building blocks
That can absorb even the most violent shocks
Honey Bees – Apoidea
These amazing insects with incredible ability
From honey production to their communal civility
As the dance and waggle to show direction
Towards nectar and pollen for their collection
Using the sun as a reference for flight
Seeing with their eyes the ultraviolet light
Carrying their loads on electrostatic legs
Back to the hive for their larvae and eggs
Leaf Cutting Ants – Apoidea
These small busy insects with dynamic strength
That can carry a leaf five times its length
Way underground, into chambered nest
With vigor and vitality and so much zest
To lay down these leaves to feed its batch
Of harvest fungus in their garden patch
They can carry a load thirty times their weight
And build a mound that is mighty and great
Butterflies – Lepidoptera
These angelic creatures with iridescent wings
Of overlapping scales in patterns and rings
From egg to caterpillar its, first life stages
And then to chrysalis where it rests and ages
To emerge one day so transformed
So utterly beautiful, so perfectly formed
To flutter by in colorful flight
And onto a flower, there alight
Categories:
waggle, animals, inspirational, life, nature,
Form:
ears wiggle
fingers waggle
girls giggle
customers haggle
curlicues squiggle
snail-pack straggles
belly-fat wriggles ~
survivors bedraggled
Categories:
waggle, humor, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Rapturous noise from the sky;
makes dark clouds to shed crocodile tears,
as heavy wind blows,
sand,paper and polythenes fly and float
all through and through...
Many roofing sheets beat the drum
like a loud dirge;
The roads sweep clean as
the breeze whistles along,
And the heaven..opens!,
As rain drops heavily...
thorough bath for the trees in the forest,
the cars packed in open spaces in the cities,
and roofs of buildings.
..And some air pollutants dissolve to form solutions.
The hard soil opens to swallow these
drops hungrily and the dead hidden seeds
spout out and new cotyledons appear,
dry swamps become living marsh lands,
Breathing and stilt roots of red and white
mangroves are now active and alive.
Mud fish and cat fish dance for joy;
praying mantis prayers answered as
the frogs and toads hop and croak
for coitus with their females;
ducks and ducklings waggle their tail feathers
as celestial aqua touches their bodies;
Tilapia and grilse synchronize together,
while dogs and goats run for shade.
The chameleon licks drops of water with its retractable
tongue,as the Mole prepares to build with soft clay;
Farmers burn incense to the almighty
for these drops;hoping for a better harvest;
Continuous raindrops turn into
avalanche of water; flood!
fast-moving water sweeping through the city;
coast and littoral zones overflowing with aqua,
properties destroy,life lost and homes submerge;
Government calls for evacuation.
Contest:"RAINDROPS FALLING" sponsored by Carol Brown
Categories:
waggle, nature, science, water, fish,
Form:
Free verse
Like the blessings from the heaven,
The magical sun rays wake me up
Beautiful Buds bathed in the dew,
attain the inner strength to bloom
Evergreen trees waggle the branches
Happy plants smile in colorful flowers
Asian koel sings a rhythmic song
Robins,Mynas & blabbers join him.
Thus the divine dawn chorus begins,
to praise the Lord for the great day
Categories:
waggle, beautiful, morning, sun,
Form:
Free verse
Here we are,
my Bright-Light -
The Slow Discotheque.
Connect your contacts to the mob-mind,
dig the soft-focus that feels like an old future.
Leave your shoes and stockings
by the door,
my Bright-Light -
the spongy fungi carpet
will leave your feet cleaner
than when we came in.
Try the honeysuckle,
my Bright-Light -
it comes in three flavors,
hard to describe without glyphs.
The dialects of the discotheques
drift from ecosystem to enchanted ecosystem.
Drink deep -
or do not -
the tab is infinite
as long as we’re alive.
Our payment is our body heat.
The plants eat infrared here.
Nothing leaves here hungry.
Everything gets its fill.
Take off that vestige of a bustle,
my Bright-Light,
We’re about to dance,
and the nettles need something to prick.
The music is very slow here,
my Bright-Light -
only the plants
dance to it raw.
We get it filtered,
but if you tune in to the right trail,
and breathe deep,
you catch something like phrases -
phrases of thanks.
They bask in us,
here in our near-dark
of The Slow Discotheque -
their adapted-dawn
of The Slow Discotheque.
Let us...trade,
my Bright-Light,
exchange
energy for music,
waste heat for wonder,
sweat for sweet nectar.
Let us...dance,
my Bright-Light,
in microscopic movements,
mambas whose grooves
only slime mold can nod to.
And at the break,
my Bright-Light,
spoon with me,
my Bright-Light,
on the fungal floor
of this Slow Discotheque,
Let us rest awhile,
let the hyphae taste us,
imprint our receipt -
their thanks -
upon us
in spore patterns
blazing in the ultraviolet.
Let us go now,
my Bright-Light,
covered in information,
craving the next disco
(what lovely lie, never leaving hungry)
Let us kiss,
go home,
do the waggle-dance
to remember where we were.
Let us go,
my Bright-Light,
and spread the spores.
Let us go,
and boogie slowly
to the hits
of the hot plants.
Categories:
waggle, dance, future, imagination, insect,
Form:
Free verse
Blustering tornadoes of ire
spin from my head,
the blipping computer lost its net, yet again.
Even the background of rosy sundrenched sea
does little to quell the storm which brews
gremlins of an esoteric bent
skid with ease from flat screen~
~to flat screen attacking the saucy skirt of
the satellite dish next…
Soundless talking heads waggle tongues
tuneless dog tails, tattling tirades~
Green around the gills I salmon toward the kitchen.
going for tea but the gremlins get there first.
The microwave is fried black~
leaving me with an empty cup on my knobby knees
searching for the bone-dry kettle.
Ah well, having rounded the last pedal
of the third clover leaf ~’~
I smile, trouble only comes in three’s!
Categories:
waggle, allegory, funny,
Form:
Free verse
Tried writing stuff of a serious nature
Just knew it wasn't for me
Dabbled a bit but I just couldn't hack it
A humorist is all I'll be
It's not exclusive, still write about love
Some about conflict and war
But I'd rather write about a sorry dude
Slipped on a banana peel and swore
Don't call me Burns or Shelley or Keats
Prefer ones that make me cackle
Guess you could call me low brow poet
Causing one's tail to waggle
Was born with a silver spoon in my mouth
Fortunate when so many struggle
Don't call me down, it wasn't a choice
Much like the law of the jungle
The luck of the draw, whatever you call it
Really didn't have much of a say
I was truly a product of World War II years
Still happy to this very day
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
waggle, humor, world war ii,
Form:
Narrative