As dusk gives way, a great delight
The forest comes alive
At first, it's slow
Now off they go
They flourish, nay, they thrive!
The motivating force, the drive
Behind the wondrous glow
To find a mate
A longing sate
But little do they know
She, flightless, hungry, blinks below
Does not have long to wait
Her throbbing light
His lucky night
His first and final date
Not all seems right, but it's too late
A blinding flash; she bites
He won't survive
That's number five
The hunt is good tonight
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For the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 16 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Written on 10/1/22
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Carnivorous females of the genus Photuris are known to entomologists as “femmes fatales.” These fireflies mimic the flashes of females of other firefly genera; the unsuspecting courting male flies in (expecting romance) and is promptly eaten.
Categories:
femmes, betrayal, nature, romance,
Form: Other
Le jour à se rappeler
Mon Dieu avec guidance
Un moment de silence
Nous rendons notre respect
Vos souvenirs sans regret
Dieu nous relève
Terminer la grève
Jésus est venue sauver
Ses petits souliers non oubliés
Dans nos coeurs remplis d'amour
Dieu voilà à votre secours
Le sentiment de mon coeur
Vous apportera notre bonheur
Categories:
femmes, blessing, devotion, faith, friendship
Form: Free verse
Enthusiasm personified in the form of a woman
Whose tempeh is renown and soybeans are groov’n.
The femmes of the wild streets are cheering for joy
Welcoming each mother of each girl and boy
Excitement parades in the streets as the femmes love their day
We peons stay back, cautiously clearing their jubilant way.
There is singing and dancing, as we devour or tempeh of soybean.
Such rejoicing and laughter are very rarely this readily seen!
Categories:
femmes, women,
Form: Rhyme
Digging down deep for some poetic gems
So far I've found only poems about femmes
The kind that prance
Wearing no pants
Just love 'em all, and I mean no offence
Categories:
femmes, girl,
Form: Limerick
POEMS ABOUT FEMMES
Digging down deep for some poetic gems
So far I've found only poems about les femmes
The kind that prance
Wearing no pants
Just love 'em all, I sure mean no offence
Categories:
femmes, women,
Form: Limerick
FEMMES FATALE OF THE CATACOMBS -Monsieur L'Vampyre
Beneath the gloom of Paris streets
where death's the only game to play;
the light of Heaven never meets
in time of night nor time of day;
down in the catacombs I roam
and here I call this dark my home.
in search of femmes lost to the dark,
not caring if the likes of me
might lay in wait to leave my mark
upon their neck to reach their vein
before they even feel the pain.
The limestone seeps recycled vin
from life above that lets it pour
and what's not drained into the Seine
drips from our ceilings, evermore;
'tis here death's meaning is made new
and welcomed by the likes of you!
But I, and all the undeads flock
have made this place a place to live
where death's a time that we can mock
well knowing death can never give
an ending to the days we'd planned
unnumbered by the falling sand.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosaq the Doylestown Poet
Categories:
femmes, art, paris,
Form: I do not know?