so cute grasshopper
how so great the Creator!
neat brilliant colors
all Glory be to Allah
The Supreme Being, our God!
Grasshopper chewing
A little pinch will do you!
He needs never spit.
Come and see,
the big bright red and pink bee.
She is sitting on a flower of yellow with glee,
eating crackers with warm brie.
Look the angelic butterfly is on one knee,
is she making a plea?
Come and see,
the orange grasshopper is pouring rose tea.
For you and for me,
in China flowered cups under the oak tree.
This fun dream I do not want to flee,
but I really need to pee.
Only for a while
was I big enough
to fit in the fortress
that you call home
my tiny hands
once gripping the table cloth
now sink into my own skin
like I am some kind of traitor
only for a while were you
young enough to count grasshoppers
while the world around you was ending
you were too caught up
to notice how it actually was
If I were a grasshopper
I could jump ten times my length
I am five foot two inches
For me this means, I could jump one hundred feet
I picture myself jumping up to the rooftop
And leaping over two or three buildings
Jumping over the tops of the roofs of skyscrapers
You are alive,
squirming in my hand
like a dissatisfied infant
or a fish searching for water.
You are alive, we are alive.
There is something the same in us-
some spark undefinable,
except by contrast to its cold absence: death.
You have a mind and survival instincts
and stoic eyes like a sixth sense I cannot recognize.
The quiet of the dissection room
is heavy like the quiet of a tomb.
You would not understand my appology
and are too young yet to sing,
as I damn you to this silence eternally.
What is the gentlest way to end a life?
Oh certainly not this.
And which thought is more sickening
that God will not forgive this small act of killing
or that He deem it no sin in need of forgiving?
You were alive in my hands.
I am alive, you were alive.
You were in my hand.
Now everything should be different,
but life is so fragile and commonly broken
that everything keeps moving.
Like Cain, like Ivan, I keep moving
because life is for the living, for the killers,
for the things that bite
wandering the earth until they too are bitten.
I saw a flying grasshopper
He was wearing a blue cape and red leotards
I wondered who dressed him
Why didn’t you ask? My mother said.
This is when I realized
I get my active imagination from both sides of my family.
The red cat feels heat
From her paws as she pounces
On the grasshopper
a well welcomed guest
bringing good luck to us all
jumping into life
Grasshopper, you have learned in time,
All that’s poetry does not rhyme,
And now you must also learn to see -
All that rhymes is not poetry.
A follow-up to Beryl Edmonds
"A Flying Romance" 02/11/24
Gourmet Grasshopper
After the spider made lunch of the fly
A curious grasshopper leapt on by
He told the fly with gusto
I really now must go
to dine on my worm and centipede pie!
Grasshopper and the ants were having a laid-back day
They did what they wanted, snoozing and snoring away
The meadow was breezily uplifting, sharing her grasses.
I like being here with my friends, the lads and the lasses.
Bamboo flickering
Grasshopper leaps from the leaves
What else is in there
Out of the gate
Starting off great
Fast as he can
Flash in the pan
Not halfway there
Warning signs flare
Starting to care:
Who snatched the air?
Feeling the burn
Got much to learn
Big sweaty mass
Near out of gas
Running on fumes
Disaster looms
End is in sight
Form’s not so tight
Finish line crossed
One thing’s not lost:
Still got his grin
Do it again!
grasshopper sits
on a barley stalk
fine dining
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