Neither despise any man
nor detest anything, even in the sand
For every man has his moment in the sun
everything a purpose in the long run …
Once I thought – but not a cockroach
execrable bug beyond reproach
Yet I've learned from neuroscience podcasters
You can Ai-wire ‘em to rescue victims of disasters
From the corner of my eyes
I snuck a peak,
You always like to play hide and seek.
With a quick overview
I watched you scatter,
Attempting to make you splatter.
With irrational responses, I declared your demise
But the attempts were futile, because of your size
With you in the room
It was stealing my joy
I broke a glass jar and even a child's toy
But you came down from that wall
And very soon I watched you fall
Funny, you were right under my feet
That is where I announced your defeat!
You were hard to kill
But into the carpet your guts did spill
Overwhelmed with triumph, radiating from my face
A worthless cockroach has no residence in this place!
By: Sabina Nicole
Beneath the leaves
One may find
Scribbles of another kind
Written there are hidden truths
Collated by collective roots
Stashed under a different roof
Stored next to a bed of bark
Are twisted tales from the dark
You’ll find something similar to
Gideon’s Bible soaking up the dew
Nuclear holocausts they will survive
Though, these Hotels take their lives
So, if you’re a cockroach checking in
You just may want to find a friend
In Jesus!
Cockroach germs come off their feet
Walking on used dishes with left over sweet
Cook goes after the bug with a yellow broom
Cockroach runs rapidly out of the kitchen room
Cook thinks everything will now be okay
Not knowing the roach laid forty eggs that day
in the cupboard under the kitchen sink
the eggs are cozy, sort of in the pink.
Cockroach was styling, in her element tonight
Wrapping her velvet cloak around her formal tight
The rest of the models stayed out of cockroach’s way
Knowing she will be left standing at the end of their day
The king's pet cockroach, a curious chap,
Swallowed a cat with a mighty snap.
Then it fainted away,
In a bug-sized dismay,
So the kingdom mourned for a week-long nap!
The official name is
Contrails
No more than condensation
The alternate one
Chemtrails
poo pooed across the nation
I can't help notice
months go by
With none in sight
Are we to understand
that
No plane has taken flight
Yet, when they
Return
The skies are cross hatched
Such coverage in true
Journalism
Won't be matched
I've discussed it with
My brother who many
topics broaches
When they return
I call and say
There's sprayin the cockroaches
Said Mr. Cockroach to Mr. Beedle
My body threads the 'Insect Needle'
I'm agile, swift, and how I jump
Mr. Beedle, you're far too plump
Replied Mr. Beedle to Mr. Cocroach
My attributes one cannot coach
I'm sturdy, steady -- albeit slow
My shell protects me from my foes
The debate continues
Hot embers fanned; for
These two rivals' return
To 'in(ter)sectionality lands'
Human beings are displayed beside the dinosaurs
in the museum built by cockroaches...
little did we know when we were around
that they would evolve to become the earth's stewards...
and do a much better job.
You stayed in your home
yet not alone, but with others,
and fate did mock at you
and you borrowed a different form.
They locked you in
and often hurt you,
and you fled from hurt
and came here.
First, we concerned;
second, we rebuked you;
and then we, too, hurt you
letting you live as a ghost
in a dark room.
We hated your presence,
and we banished you
to a different place,
seeking sheer relaxation.
One day, we heard of your
tragic death.
We built a gigantic sepulcher for you,
in our guilt-ridden memories.
But, now I remember you………………
Cockroach, Gregary Samsa,
If you lived “normal” in our fairy palace,
I know you would still live with us.
A 3rd Place in Catharsis Poetry Contest judged on Dec. 10, 2020.
Catharsis Poetry Poetry Contest
Silent One
Dec. 6, 2020
Inspiration form a Franz Kafka’s novella, The Metamorphosis
The Globe is turned up side down like a cockroach on back
May come to it’s feet may not, it’s how God takes!
COCKROACH LOVERS
Mind:
If: you ever come across a cockroach lover, avoid them like mad
They are either so very weird or very desperately lonely and sad
Indiana Shaw . . . ; )
COCKROACH...!!!
Scream my desperate daughters ...
- Mom, kill the cockroach ...!
I ask because mom
and not the father ...!?
- What's the reason for not
dad ...!?
They answer in chorus:
- Dad crushes ... and we
cannot stand... !
- Mom, kill with class,
with insecticide ... let it
dizzy ...!
So, here at home,
is she the woman who
is the exterminator of the future!
of cockroaches ...!
The honeybee; the maid of flowers:
Selflessly she toils for hours,
filling up her pollen stores---
never grumbling at her chores.
Sips of nectar keep her strong
as she labors all day long,
pollinating field and arbor,
and making honey in her larder.
Humble as her kind may be,
their loss would be a tragedy.
The earth would shed a mournful tear,
were honeybees to disappear.
The cockroach is a great success,
a paragon of hardiness.
It serves no queen and tends no hive;
its sole concern is to survive.
And this it does---to our chagrin:
Wherever we home, it settles in---
to feed and breed at our expense,
exploiting without recompense.
A champion at adaptation,
it garners no appreciation:
Were cockroaches eradicated,
their absence would be celebrated.
Two species doing what they do best:
The one a friend, the other a pest;
one a blessing, one a blight:
Worker by day or scourge by night.
According to its occupation,
each kind has earned its reputation.
Consider, now, society:
Are you a cockroach, or a bee?
Slum
Where hard looks and thin soup oppose,
the spider, cockroach, rat, and mouse dispute
in patient litigation or in border raids
our title to this world.
There is no mystery, it boils down to food.
Our ruined lunches providing theirs
as Roman baths provided stones
for abbeys of a different creed.
They too win converts. With earbite and cold fear,
patient, persistent, numerous,
their inquisitors huddle together in dim light
to study our disgust.
Greyly, brownly, blackly surpliced
they muse on our improbable millennium.
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