the Metamorphoses blamed it
for the death of lovers
who met under its branches for suicide
the Old Testament believes
blood from its fruit
triggered war elephants
to do battle against Jews
wings peppered with color
fold together when at rest
ancient artists who became inspired
made them immortal in stone
insecta we share with flowers
now praying to be left alone
Categories:
insecta, nature,
Form: Free verse
Nature's small insects cute and rude
Garden blooms gathering food
Butterflies' sweet nectar seeks,
Beneath sun's outstretched blond streaks
Where, yet a spider does hide
Silvery web shadows bide
Night is flashing lighting bugs
Tall grass leaves their heartfelt hugs
Dragonfly's wings weave and fades
Sunlight shining rainbow shades
Termites creeping in woodwork
Silent destroyers as they lurk
Beetle strength squirms in its murk
Fine powder they scratch and chirk
Cicadas incessant whining
Shedding its clear shell lining
Mosquito's blood hungry dining
Ill for which I've been pining
Cricket's chirp amid tall sheaves
Hidden inside curling leaves
A ladybug among a rose
Sweet aroma zephyr blows
Tiny creatures bombinate
Among flowers as they ate
1/18/2022
'Insects' Contest Info
Sponsor Angela Tune
All bugs are insects but, all insects are not bugs. True bugs belong to the order Hemiptera under the class Insecta. The main difference between bugs and insects is that bugs are the insects having proboscis, which can be used to suck food whereas insects have other mouthparts adapted for chewing or sponging.
Categories:
insecta, insect,
Form: Rhyme
Unearthliness bar
lost sing encompassed one part
philosopher an of reverence clamb
time apathy without last
insecta predilection wing of the damb
ear old man reverence run clock
young encompassed sky with time doc
Reverence sing of glamb
Dwijoko harianto november 21 2018
Categories:
insecta, art, care, night, paradise,
Form: Narrative
Here among the flickery hues of the maamba breast
Sits a butterfly in her bubbled cocoon.
The wheels of metamorphosis feel the friction
And soon her fragile colourful wings will glide the ever changing winds of the valley.
The mellow of the morning yellow sun will drool at wings
Whose tint strays unto petals ever-opening their breasts of sugar.
I'm the brittle moth of day,
Whose belly is wrapped in brown powder,
Whose wings never clasp;
Solacing in the wretch of a lonely log,
Hoping for the best that can come from the closing palms of insecta.
Should her innocent life fly into my thirsting latch,
Crickets will sing day and night to the babies will make;
Babies whose comeliness lays on their bellies of rainbow powder.
29/07/17
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Categories:
insecta, beauty, butterfly, creation, cute
Form: Narrative
A half-moon wind caresses naked skin
as a whispered prayer takes flight
Love me well when you dream tonight
Moonlight hosts a symphony opera
with natures orchestral might
Insecta songs they sing , for you
and friends in your care, I in theirs
At these unholy hours
thoughts prove masochistic
Wise counsel naught but acoustic
Un- remittance rends and rips
A lover’s melancholy grips in violent tics
Unpleasant distance will cause regret
For in passions sad neglect
lust and jealousy are bred
Thence in stealth their war is waged
through empty fortresses, razed
where loves light hath fled
but for one last cry distressed
Alas, with deeds time hath cheated
surrendered prayers gone unheeded
Lay thee abed, in privacy to wed
and weep alone instead
for those whom companionship
hath left for dead
As mounted specimens in camphor beds
Insecta songs they sang to deafness
with only a half-moon wind as witness.
Categories:
insecta, lost love, prayer,
Form: Rhyme