People Insect Poems

Brush off your ant bites.
Blind eye the hornets sting.

Gone so long with ways of violence.
Creatures having done nothing wrong.

But it’s fine “they aren’t important”.
Legs or...

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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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Most times people just see them as yucky,
or other times they might just have the key
to the Butterfly Dragonfly dressed blues
East Asia, the oriental choo...

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Rainbow suave sky soars the aliferous,
swarms as life bores a chance of existence,
so the geckos take without resistance,
for there are those who find them delicious.
They're...

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We’d just sat down to enjoy our White Duck tacos by a river…the French Broad
when we were happily surprised by the beauty of nature…surprised and...

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No racist rat is indeed above the law
Justice must be blind, fair, equal and raw
For all, in a democratic society
We are sick and tired of...

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Childhood crept through
those long summer days
when the smell of pine
hung in the hot air.
Deep in the shadows
of that besieged acre,
heaven and hell played
out a lethal...

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I was poised to take a picture of a ladybug when she turned around and said, 
“Do you mind!  
It’s impolite to take a...

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Butterflies are like 
People, leaving their cocoon
To a better life...

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Gossamer silk strings were woven into a work of art.
Dandling from a shrub and glittering with dawn impart
As dainty as a mutter, obliterated by an...

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Willy the one legged centipede
Often would wish that he could be freed
He should be so speedy and whizzing about
But not with his one little leg...

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[Poo and poop... same thing]

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What is the deadliest insect on the planet?
Wood tick? 
No
Praying mantis?
If you mate with her.
Wolf spider?
Tsetse fly?
Nah.
The Tsetse fly only kills ten thousand people a...

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For 17 long years they stay
In limbo, underground,
But when, at last, they do emerge,
You’ll know that they’re around.

Cicadas noisily arrive
And swarm in our surroundings.
We’re powerless...

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O long and lonely winter nights; times of my early childhood.
Often weary and wet, but filled with a few people, decent and good.
The sun of...

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