Sonnet Insect Poems

Oh gentle and harmless creature with wings!
Didst thou the most delightful message bring,
or didst thou the wordless serenade sing?
Thou pleasant kisser whose touch never stings;
angelic...

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Once I saw a purplish oblong tangerine,
Standing near the hydrant on Sixty-first
I wondered what it could possibly mean, 
Then, I was overcome with dreadful thirst
When...

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Be nice to me. I’m just a little bee
that works so hard to see my hive succeed.
Why does it seem like you’re afraid of me?
I...

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C7

 No bigger than a drop of blood on a finger 
pricked by a thorn, it marches along 
the stem of a rosebush; a Grenadier...

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Moving in silence, tethered to a thread
of silk, she is both beautiful and dark.
One bite and her prey can't move, though not dead,
for slurping her...

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Slum

Where hard looks and thin soup oppose,
the spider, cockroach, rat, and mouse dispute
in patient litigation or in border raids
our title to this world. 

There is...

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to the Lighting bug- -SHINES MY LOVE



My lighting bug, you ignite me to sight;
The way you're blinking bright and soar;
Parading my mind day in through...

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The fingers slide, not gentle soft, under
slip-backside of a butterfly. Its wings
of fairy-dust, absent of sound. O hear
the loud alarming buzz — the honey thunder
of...

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Dragonfly Afloat On The Lake

A dragonfly afloat on the lake
Flaps its wings to keep from drowning.
With its life in the balance, it senses hope,
And boards...

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Through nature’s symbiotic grand design,
they share each other’s gifts in perfect plan;
the honeybee, neath sky in waves of breeze,
seeks out its sustenance from nature's gifts.

Antenna...

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Ripe on the branch I'll spy,
depriving from a bee,
the sweetest peach for me!
I baked a golden pie,
and from the hives, deny
the bounty of the trees!


One...

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In the dark of night the whippoorwill cries 
As it flitters beneath the night’s blue sky 

Master of camouflage. Heard, seldom seen
Is searching for woodland...

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CRICKET by ron Arbuthnot
Come list' to what is this our summer night,
our world, it comes alive when dark prevails,
'tis our great mystery, but such delight,
and...

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The master weaver weaves his web
Immune to weather’s flow and ebb.
Unseen for nine months of the year
This diamond-studded lacework here
No tasty morsel trapped, I think,
But...

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A spider on a web I once observed.
I thought about how patient that she seemed
just sitting there so still and unperturbed.
That spider was a clever...

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