Awakening early mornings with an eerie sound,
as cicadas start calling, emerging from the ground.
These harmless insects shed their exoskeletons,
leaving evidence of cycle changes for every one.
In their once timely appearance you could have placed stock,
due to their biological alarm clock.
Now with global warming and the earth heating up,
cicadas are coming more frequently to mate and feed on newer stuff.
Changing their long held patterns, navigating cooler courses,
they are moving further north in search of better food choices.
Don't run off to an audiologist my friend, that buzzing
in your ears is just this new cicada trend.
Categories:
exoskeletons, earth, environment, insect,
Form: Rhyme
The chitinous mechanics
of head, thorax, and abdomen,
clicking exoskeletons,
the chirring of dry whispers.
We admire the purposeful
simplicity of the heedless.
Houses crumble as evidence.
Trees rot and give witness.
Caves crawl
with their evidential passing -
they command the locomotion and menu,
of the inevitable.
We who must be consumed,
know that as prey we are not too large,
and so, we lumber on as elephants will,
on their way
to long prepared graveyards.
Categories:
exoskeletons, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Crunch
by Michael R. Burch
A cockroach could live nine months on the dried mucous you scrounge from your nose
then fling like seedplants to the slowly greening floor ...
You claim to be the advanced life form, but, mon frere,
sometimes as you snatch encrusted kinks of hair from your Leviathan ass
and muse softly on zits, icebergs snap off the Antarctic.
You’re an evolutionary quandary, in need of a sacral ganglion
to control your enlarged, contradictory hindquarters:
surely the brain should migrate closer to its primary source of information,
in order to ensure the survival of the species.
Cockroaches thrive on eyeboogers and feces;
their exoskeletons expand and gleam like burnished armor in the presence of uranium.
But your cranium
is not nearly so adaptable.
“Crunch” is a poem about evolution and survival of the fittest which questions where human beings really are the planet earth’s most advanced life forms. Keywords/Tags: evolution, global warming, climate change, pollution, insect, insects, cockroach, cockroaches, advance life form, survival of the fittest, adaptability, animal, animals, environment, world, America
Categories:
exoskeletons, america, animal, environment, insect,
Form: Free verse
The chitinous mechanics
of head, thorax, and abdomen,
clicking exoskeletons,
the chirring dry whispers.
We admire the purposeful
simplicity of the heedless.
Houses crumble as evidence.
Trees rot and give witness.
Caves crawl
with their evidential passing.
They command the locomotion and menu,
of the inevitable.
We who must be consumed,
know that as prey --- we are not too large,
to be inedible.
A truth that all elephants understand,
as they make their way to
their bone-gnawed graveyards.
Categories:
exoskeletons, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Curling crests cassessing coastlines
backwash bumping beach breakers.
screeching Seagulls squark and scream
mocking maritime merrymakers.
Burning boogers brave blisterd backs
scorched surfers seek shoreline shade,
urbane under umpteen umberellas,
peacocks posed in a parasol parade.
Drifting dunes delight deserted
lovers, languorously lounging, lazily
craving comfort, coveting cool currents.
Hellishly humid, heat hovers hazily.
Spirited siblings, spades spanking
bucket bottoms, bulid
carefully carved chimerical castles,
infantile fantasies fulfilled.
Exposing exiled exoskeletons
turning tide tickles toes,
sun sinks slowly seaward
disclosing dusk's descending doze.
Categories:
exoskeletons, imagery, sea, summer,
Form: Alliteration
Sleeping in the bones of humanity
A fear snarls complications and apathy
As humid poverty dies ingesting vices
While tossing dice into the digital
Scream as surrealistic executions
Rifle through old files yellowed
The answer is never bound but held
Loosely by iron-hands of iron-men
As women wearing polite lies ring bells
Applauding ejaculations from hell
At once a sickness ferments lock-jaw
Gnashing us all with the fangs of its law
Until ghosts outline exoskeletons
Of crawling roaches behind a wall
Of painted flowers strangling sanity
As toxic exhalations whisper
Oblivion in a nanosecond shivers
Lilacs and perverted old men licking
Tremors of shouting and shaking
Entities hiding within decrepit norms
Digging for worms fishing for faces
Within the bubbling illusion of depth
Categories:
exoskeletons, dark, deep, imagination, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
The sun-bleached exoskeletons
of old dead trees stand like sentries
along the towpath riverfront
exfoliated and gangling.
In a former age they stood tall,
grandiose to all passerby’s
but they too are dead to recall
their once impressive colossi.
Eventually these remains
will meet their final destinies:
to fall-never to rise again-
among forgotten progenies;
yet many springs have passed since then
each sprouted trees, time and again.
Categories:
exoskeletons, nature,
Form: Verse
What’s That Horrible Sound?
By Elton Camp
If anywhere in the South you reside,
You’ll hear it now if you go outside
From every direction it seems to come
That loud, incessant maddening hum
On the trunks of the trees you will find
The brown exoskeletons they left behind
A metamorphosis the insects underwent
So that wings and red eyes nature sent
It’s the males that now call out so loud
They’re finally able to mate, so are proud
Thirteen years they spent in the ground
Till, at last, mating time has come around
But after mating, they live only a few days
In the small tree branches her eggs she lays
Tips of the branches die and fall to the ground
Offspring, for thirteen years, a tree root found
From the Cicada we have really nothing to fear
They won’t sting or bite even if we come near
Much worse things there certainly could be
Than millions of Cicadas singing in the tree
Categories:
exoskeletons, naturetree, tree,
Form: Rhyme