Business Insect Poems

POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE 3: EVOLUTION



Peers
by Michael R. Burch

These thoughts are alien, as through green slime
smeared on some lab tech’s brilliant slide, I grope,
positioning my bright...

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Pleasant spring like day February 9th, 2024

A scent (and sixth sense predominates),
when apple boughs
and other aromatic flora
laden with blossoms and fruit
gently assail cilia of the...

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I am guilty
I know
I killed a spider.

A miniscule tiny aspect of life
moving about its business
in my space.

It fled right
it fled left
it jumped up
it came down.
My...

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Bob a small bug landed on a childs swing
Weary and puffed because of the wind
Resting his wings and his six tiny legs
Tired from his journey,...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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flaming red petals
a yellow sunshine spreader
bee attacks stamens
with bottom-feeder passion
his honey-business awake

10/5/2020...

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A bug crawls my floor
              Going about it’s business 
  ...

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Parents, siblings, all gone in a Raid 
Such is the way of insect populations
Every bug has its day when sprayed
One escapes, clings on to life...

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Bevy of swans in a sea-fowl cloud,
starling mumuration,whispering aloud.
Wray of quail,where teal spring,
tiding of magpie,as larks nesting, cling.

Nightingale watch a hover of crows,
herd of wrens,hosting...

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Always, bees compete defensively.  
Each flower grows healthily. 
Infection junkies kill lustfully.
Managed nuks offer perfect “Queens Royal” –
Sadly, techniques use viruses’ 
  ...

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bees
pollinating sustenance –
Monsanto...

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Our supposed modern scientific genius
May in fact just be our last fatal weakness.
This technological house of cards we've made
Left humanity walking along the edge of...

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Oh hairy, striped, hungry worm;
It's your business your about.
By fall you'll be a fluttering moth,
Once you've turned inside out.

Until then sit and rest awhile,
Upon that...

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Bazookas In The Bed

We have a mosquito problem
It’s in our house.  It never ends
There’s nothing we can do but shoot them
Then shoot them over...

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Left alone

Birds sing all around 
As I walk on down
Up the street, down the other
Crickets chirp ever so soundly
they hear 
footsteps of dragging feet
The bees...

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