Dung Beetle Poems

When the earnings exceed our own need,
wealth becomes just a measure of greed!
The meaningless chase of that wealth,
At an immense cost to our own health.

From my poem Dung Beetle
December 2019 in poetry soup.
Arbitrium Divisa 7 contest by Gregory Barden...Read More

The dung beetle’s disgusting taste
for other creatures fecal waste 
begins at birth because inherent
and therefore not dependent
on years of trial and error 
to determine which they prefer,
as is the case by humans required
because our brains are not hard-wired
like theirs to...Read More

A kangaroo in dungarees hops hopefully 
	To win first prize in the Favs contest hot
		On the heels of an enlightening glow worm

Surely life is no competition but the stage lights
	Reverberates all the promising contenders
		Reincarnation oils the wheels of the jury

Dolly...Read More

A beetle races from its deep hiding
To gather more food for the morning!
Amidst its fields of fruits and bananas,
In the open plains of African savanna.

A tiny black bug, glowing in the sand
It shoots across the sun-dried land
Busy pace and not...Read More

IN THE WILD 
( Re Post)

Early one morning, we begin our drive,
An awesome feeling as we arrive,
At our camp gate which, opens 
At six o’clock, 
Now we are in the African bush
Which, will unlock,
Moments that we have missed and
Remember from...Read More

Some got a pathological need,
a dirty obsession for that coffin wallpaper
They wrapped themselves in the black widow veil
of murderous deceit
For what?
To taste the yellow snow 
of an unclean life   insurance policy,
a crimson crypt guarantee
They’re willing to scarlet signature...Read More

Once you become a celebrity
You will no need to self-defend
For every act, you do be 
Automatically explained

In China, no known the exact time
There's a story well-known
As to a calligrapher’s fame 

The man was adept at brush-writing
Gradually, he won some fame
No...Read More

IN THE WILD

Early morning, we go for a drive,
An awesome feeling as we arrive,
At our camp gate which, opens 
At 6 o’clock, 
Now we are in the African bush
Which, will unlock,
Moments that we have missed and
Remember from our last trip,...Read More

“Truth isn’t truth,”
that’s what some Cap’n Obvious toady recently said

He was pissy mad, when his angry tears wet the bed

Lieutenant Rudy Brown-Nose 
a has-been sniffing the swine caboose breeze:
Loco breath wafting 
between sulfuric methane,   prune puckered lips —...Read More

He said
my people come from a place
where the dung beetle reigns
I heard those profane utterances
and remained composed,
though he word assassinated my ethnic character
Once upon an ancient time ago,
my people dwelled in the land of Ham,
(it’s called Africa today)
the place where...Read More

An article about a dung beetle
Says they devour matter that’s faecal
Imagine eating pooh 
It’s what dung beetles do
The fetor of their breath must be lethal!

08-19-17
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    City Skin

    A city can be so close, 
    enclosing, 
    familiar, 
    that it leaches into one’s soul,
    becomes a...Read More

There are no truly blue flowers. 
No, not one. 
Hydrangeas or tulips can be green,
an odd color for flowers, I think.
Brown ones are dead. 
Brown and green are the colors of human eyes though,
and blue too, but that’s rare as...Read More

Like  a dung beetle you were guarding
the tunnel, I will not let the ball roll away,

a grain of ache in my tooth.Why you had
to go, on cathartic release of mutual trust ?

A stone in the heart, ice on the...Read More

If I were a fly on the wall.
I'd dwell in the government hall.
I'd observe all  their ravings and rants.
As they determine the fate of the ants.
As they squabble, and bicker, and fight.
Their conclusions, all born of pure spite.
They march...Read More

Like  a dung beetle you were guarding
the tunnel, I will not let the ball roll away,

a grain of ache in my tooth.Why you had
to go, on cathartic release of mutual trust ?

A stone in the heart, ice on the...Read More

Stinch is my weapon
Rolling my prize possession
In a perfect ball...Read More

I met her, she had all the right attributes
Petite torso, a smile so cute
But I think she was incognito
I visited her house, she turned out to be a fan of the Dung Beetle
I pledged my love to her, and told...Read More