Mother Insect Poems

You say you caught a miserable cold, child,
And mother won’t let you play?
“When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows”
Is just the tale for you today!

The silent...

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On April seventh there'll be an anniversary.
Not one in which we celebrate with balloons or confetti...
sweet cakes, songs or garish parades.

It will be 6 serrated...

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Drink the poison from my blood, breathe the rot from my lungs.
Take all that has been decaying inside me and nurse it to health like...

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Consciousness seeps,
the air moves.
Quickly reach!
Break forth from your tomb.
Visability blurred as my head swoons.
Instincts react! Frozen in place my eyes  roam.
What was that?! ...

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Butterflies are a magical magnificent wonder of our world's skies
In many ways they are not dissimilar to us coming in all different colours categories configurations...

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The meadow has come alive with sight and sound
As I go through the gate, I hear buzzing all around,
The bees are busy working on milkweed...

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Trifolium pollinated courtesy bombus

Before landscapers mow swaths
across undulating waves of clover
(the father/daughter team
usually cut grass every Tuesday)
bumblebees alight from one to another flower.

Meanwhile, I lie...

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It’s an interesting thing that little children do,

Catching fireflies in a jar not thinking it through.

They cover the jar and tighten the jar lid,

Placing it...

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darkness descends on
                      ...

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February second - requires one
with acute hearing to cock, and ear
turnips tickling the nose nostrils
delicate hairs (instagram ideal outlook) subtly,
markedly, lively..., yet gently flair
soon harkening...

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Ants work like busy little bees,                   ...

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I remember the day Frankenstein was made,                  ...

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Maybe I should have said something but I didn’t.
I thought the ladies there might get upset.
I stared for several moments lost between thought and action...

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Baxter was born in a meadow 
under a rotting plank
with hundreds of brothers and sisters
in a home both darkly and dank.

His momma was a June...

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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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