green praying mantis
winged emperor dragonfly
spotted ladybug
dancing stag beetle
fat chubby potato bug
sneaky silver fish
purposeful black ant
yellow striped mud dauber
our insect line up
Categories:
dauber, animal,
Form: Senryu
frenzied mud dauber
porch railings are no longer
we are the killers
he bores hole in post
angry about the railings
what will they call home
will he sound alarm
will army wasps come to fight
dejected he leaves
Categories:
dauber, animal,
Form: Senryu
BELLS
I.
Bells has a tingling ring to it,
a jingledy-jangle silver tone.
The tympanic waltz, close knit —
angelic chorus of Christ’s throne.
And Winter parades its magic —
the pure white snow purling gold.
Morgans’ shiver and shake chromatic.
Enchantment’s carol — behold!
O Christmas day — the pearly gates
stretched wide open in senssuround,
handbells harmonious, worldwide translate
singing, sweeping, melody crowned.
~
II.
*Poesome bells! They’re morose.
Tentacles dingle-dangle forth.
Curious onlooker of its strokes,
midnight binds its ears, looks North.
The lonesome brass calls for lad
and lass with clean cuts and braids.
The aww-no sound is clad
in a nonsenseless grade.
*Edgar Allen dawdles with death clang,
its clanger brain, hellish.
The beauty, from tower hangs —
the dauber of knells doth relish.
12/20/2020
*Some thoughts from Poe’s poem “The Bells”
Categories:
dauber, beautiful, christmas, dark, sound,
Form: Rhyme
Malnourished themes.
Stillborn characters.
His books have been
lying in state
in a bookstore.
There are
mud dauber nests
like the tombstones
on the covers.
The bookworms creep
undisturbed.
A new creation originates
from his frustration.
His protagonist molests
a thousand year-old-goddess
in a nook
of his new novel.
Her shriek
wakes the devotees up.
Religious turbulence.
Even an illiterate buys
a copy.
First published in The Literary Hatchet (Pear Tree Press, US)
Categories:
dauber, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
"Just how long have you believed the
wasps have it in for you?"... my psych therapist
He must be new in the neighborhood--
he wasn't told If he builds it, She will come.
Never mind he flies in the fast lane,
(no air controller needed), to decorate her wall
with his devil's daub for a family home
he's planned on high, where he imagines
it won't catch her eagle eye. But,
there's no site inconspicuous enough,
and she's surely woman enough,
to climb an eight foot ladder, bearing bucket
and sprays she's been hoarding for days
for emergencies like this. First, there's
a scrape with the shovel, then Clorox, then
a Tuffy to scruffy up his unsightly hovel.
There does NOT go the neighborhood--
he's gone for good. It's out damned spot,
she knows it's hot, but is here to swear
he'll seek homestead elsewhere.
for Dr. Ross
Categories:
dauber, nature,
Form: Rhyme