Crickets Poems

CRICKETS IN THE AUTUMN-

autumn crickets fall;
the noise they make they so call;
field crickets widespread;
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fall cricket songs heard;
across North Americas;
ambience alone--
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cracklings fire mist;
the waters flow and amiss 
the grass still's grows loud;
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cracks the crickets cricks;
the noise they make they so call;
field crickets widespread;
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like a leap frog knee-
-deep embedded in a spring
log croaking ribbit
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field crickets widespread;
the noise they make they

Morning Ritual;Autumn

Outside the trees are called
by the Autumn’s breeze.
The door isn’t perfectly shut
as the leaves seep through
the uneven cracks.
The whistling tune from
Nature’s broken karaoke
machine finds its way under
the door. Slowly the shadows
become dimmer as the morning
sun sets in and the birds begin
to chirp as the crickets causes
a ruckus enough to wake
the subconscious mind from
sleeping internally. 
The

What's a Poet To Do?

I sit and ponder, allow my mind to wander
And wonder about what I ponder
Then put pen to paper, begin to scratch and scribble
Hoping endless hoping that someone will read my dribble
And then reading perhaps exclaim
“This poem deserves acclaim”
crickets
Ahh, what’s a poet to do
But ponder through and through
Then wander further afar
Find a wonder so bizarre
And purchase

WTC Final bowlers' ball

Have bowlers become spicier?

Hitches in batting riches

Cut sl**s shut in a rut

Pitches become dicier?


Chestnut witches strut

Gluts of stitches

And seams dreams

Humdrum Timber 

Tantrum doldrums

Back in the hut


 
What we did see at the WTC

Wood from the tree

No pretence…don’t do defence

Weary..slain in vain again


Don’t be wary..leery of 

Scary lairy leather fairies

Won’t refrain..don’t restrain

Might as well go insane

In

Summer Crickets

Nocturnal serenades
Echo in the night
Under the Carolina summer moon

yellow light

yellow light 
tinge to the air ...
crickets fall silent

Crickets

Grass is tall and thick
Expect lots of those crickets
Hiding and creeping.

CRICKETS ARE WITH DEVOTION

Praying God for rain
Crickets are with devotion
Hot night keeps silence

Crickets Comply

Luna rises high
into an ebony sky,
as bats begin to fly.

Silence seeks sounds to amplify;
and while crickets comply,
Luna rises high.

Mating fireflies nearby 
start flashing lights that mystify,
against ebony sky.

Warranting a sigh,
wolves howl and cry;
as bats begin to fly.

Three stained glass crickets

Three stained glass crickets hopping, dancing and twirling
Their smoky ambiance showing an insane like swirling
Who will be the lucky prize winners someone asks me.
Unknown at this time, but they are clever as they can be.

crickets

how do crickets talk 
rubbing legs like violins 
in awe music sounds

Jiminy Crickets Great Grandson

Who is he? We asked, for crickets always do.
No idea, but he is smitten with your cousin Lu.
We watched his long legs jump high over the dew.
Wow! We all said, he is a tight jumper too!

He is Jiminy Cricket’s great-grandson Lu told me.
I was stunned, astounded, how could this be?
Jiminy Cricket had been a shrimp,

Sweet Crickets

Sweet crickets, the tune
You’re playing tempts me to sleep.
By your tune, I will drift off
Better to a place dark and deep.
The low moon and toads
As well as I are your audience.
Why, even the saguaro blooms
Have opened with interest!
The night will soon bend over
And kiss my eyelids closed.
From Earth’s port into the sky
Of oblivion, I will

Crickets

Splendor in grass
The crickets happy singing,
One September day.

Crickets

It was not a weather event,
there were no celebrities involved,
besides all our efforts were bent on saving the planet
from global change,
the environment; what's that?

No one mentioned the derailment.
No one knew about the 'controlled' burn,
the explosion, the toxic clouds,
the dead fish in the creek,
the consequences -
all the ticking timebombs.

No one thought to ask:
Hey guys are you

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