no more porch railings
mud daubers are unhappy
seasonal home gone
There once was a hornet who tried
To build a strange straw nest inside
As soon as grass was cut
He'd bring to his little hut
To spruce up, but on water he rides
He tried to build his nest inside the curved spout of my plastic watering can. The first time I tried to use it after he started building, I got a shock when he flew out.
windy in kansas
hornets nest under my foot
precarious prey
A crazy tether ball playing hornet
Fell on her head over the game’s rope net.
Her mamma said “What?”
She fell on her butt.
Accidentally showing her pink corset.
A daughter to a mother who could hardly meet the ends
A sister to siblings who had climates as friends
A wife to the man who would always keep her burning like in a pan
A mother to a six year old and had the other one comming in three months
A news came flashing on a friday morning that she had taken her life
The people as ever would blame the poison or the knife
Be it the family or the society
All are to be blamed for the loss of life
We don't bother to ask our look
If a man is being a crook or a woman is held hostage by the hook.
your sword, my destiny
roaming
the length of my lattice
the punctuation of persistence
amid perseverance
alone you allow
the allure
an acumen of accumulation
resting upon my once dormant domain
thru such,
a window
I
but a reflection
of your moon
living/loving
as one
with the sun
a lover of fortitude and valor
fermenting in your fortress
not allowed to ever be outshone
on the wake of day
ah! I stir her hornet nest -
now longing sunset.
Headline News:
Cross the Seas Arrival
Killer Hornets Near
Relentless force of steroid nature
Buffed hornets in out-sized wing chanting
Swarm-buzz of aggression
Predators to hapless honey bees
Poison stings like silver arrows.
Venom shrapnel from combat incursion.
New fodder for Hollywood flick diversion.
Part of a new fear landscape
in pandemic turmoil.
Forest peace destroyers in what
flies, lurches and stings.
Fear in re-jigged planet living cringe.
Media bursts of unending dread.
More psychic danger than real threat?
Time of apocalypse reckoning?
Nothing here to sooth your nerves undone
Even so, in a biblical plague,
shield your eyes,
and run!
I am in my outside office mad as a stung hornet.
It has been so long since I have used this computer
I do not know if it is on or off.
I have pushed the on-off button sixteen times.
Too bad I didn’t push it once and rest my fingers
since it is a rocker switch.
Did you ever let a hornet
drink some water from your eye
Did you worry it would sting you
You'd go blind and then you'd die.
Holding me dear the treasures of the Fountains;
Footfalls boldly written on the Pinnacle hold;
Strength to all avails with endless reaps,
the Hills and Valleys the expedient domains of familiarity.
Clear is the way-Safe is the Path;
Green is the Blue that sail the cheerful trail.
A deity in the land of embrace,
tidings for the Sea:the air of sustenance breathe.
Saddest the rippest mood a slip of least due.
A tramp devoid of trance with treasures buried in obsecurity.
A daring breath to wield the Sword;
A swifter move to blaze the stump;
'till vengeance governs the bluffy baits,
On the Pose that divest the valid King.
Mad as a hornet
Obsessed with telling lies,
what do people want to imply,
Pulling you always in deep ****
pretend innocence in a mocking wit,
Taking privilege of your silence,
soon acquire an insult licence,
Sure that dodo will not protest,
keep taking you just east or west,
Frowns on my forehead deepen,
as anger eats me till a bitter end,
Tolerance that never was at its best,
Aren't you now stirring up a hornet's nest ?
Bless me being busy with sweet nectar,
don't tempt and try pluck my anger !!
Written Nov 26th, 2015
For contest "Mad as a hornet"
John lawless
World, beware of the turmoil to come, don't be caught in your hiding
succumbing to erratic fear, oppress all shivers and face the vile assailant
with a defying glance, then bite him...be that hornet with a venomous sting
to end his brutality: he came to destabilize your land to achieve conquest!
Never comply, disregard a concept that spreads chaos and ignores justice,
come forward warriors and defeat with valor the blood-thirsty and the mad;
your fight is for an honorable cause: you're the hornets that are eager to bite,
and poison the enemy with your venom that's very painful when injected!
Don't wait until the threat becomes real, use your instincts and do prevail,
these godless and lawless men ferociously attack whoever despises them;
when we stir up their anger, they can be more vicious than hungry lions that maul:
they come forward and speak evil, their intent is to spread global mayhem!
I rather make peace than fight, revel in my freedom and shake hands with others:
If I must fight to preserve my liberties, I will indeed: I'll be a hornet fearless of bees!
Am I a hornet,
Or am I a bee?
Here is a new sonnet,
I hope you read.
You shook my nest,
And here we come.
Woke us from our rest,
You better run.
You don't know how far,
Until we are there.
That's who we are,
Are you scared?
As your running you can see,
That I am clearly not a bee.
I strike as a hornet.
Swear I'll win with this Sonnet.
Stripes black and yellow I'm the 'Yellow-Jacket'.
Grammar was poor and weak like my zero-budget.
With this sonnet I'm mad as a hornet.
With rhymes I'm the queen of the wasps.
See the way you gasp when your sinking?
Its the way you'll bust when you find these words stinging.
Hornet and a Bee makes a good paradox.
I asked Shakespeare now this poem is as nice as a meat at spur.
You have stirred up a hornet's nest.
Now with this poem you'll sit-up and rest.
Its a powerful insect.
In grammar I strike with an impact.
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