Giant owls
Flying over streets
Giant fowls
Feathers falling like sheets
Back on the ground
We ride on insects
They make not a sound
Keeping us safe from the flying objects
A billionaire died
after swallowing a bee.
I'm glad it wasn't you,
I'm glad it wasn't me.
Fly spoke to spider,
Creeping up close behind her,
"Rak off, hairy legs!"
although the snail’s response was sluggish
it was the slug who was moving at a snail’s pace
although the wasp made a beeline for the jam jar
it was the bee who became waspish after arriving too late
although the bedbugs were as fit as fleas
it was the fleas hoping the bedbugs wouldn’t bite that night
although the fly had opened up a can of worms
it was the worm who wished he could fly
although the ant quietly beetled away after the party
it was the beetle who kept dancing like he had ants in his pants
although the moth had butterflies before the fashion show
it was the butterfly who was a moth to the flame for the cameras
BEES
social
arthropods
each with its own task
most of them are workers
drones mate the queen to lay eggs
"a union discord can't discard"
many butterflies
where are all the moths at night
dark are the fire-
~
flies they abdomens
lights up liken an ad signs
summer's flying ants
~
following the flies
them flies whom dip mouths in dung
insects live they lives
8/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
Does God mourn
for every ant
that was crushed
before it was able to carry its own weight?
I’m lying on the edge of a dark drifting ceiling,
Too far below, yet falling through reeling.
This bed of clouds brings comfort but teeming,
The buzzing of insects infesting the dreaming.
Bed-bound by bolas which winding by brain,
Dizzying in effort while I untie in strain.
Cries muffled by specks that trample the feigned,
Droning ‘til deaf, again silent in pain.
We see them all as pests to be destroyed.
For they feed upon our food crops galore.
And invade all our homes by the score.
They bite and sting and this we can’t avoid
So poisonous chemicals must be employed.
Daily we spray these insects more and more
As our inventive ways come to the fore
To make their reproduction then fall void.
But we are focussing on self-interests
Thinking that we now can control nature.
We will rid our world of these wretched pests.
With clever chemicals we’ll be master.
And soon bring an end to all those insects
As we are in command of Earth's future.
Unusual insect facts are fun to know
Creatures with long feelers use the night
Short feeler insects have better sight
Antennas sense enemies around and below
Cicada, dragonflies and honey bees
Have delicate feelers, but their eyes are good
Katydid, crickets and ants in the wood
Have long antennas, length of all degrees
Unusual insect facts, unknown to me until today
But now I have created this poem with a hey, hey, hey
Dancing around without a feeler of any kind.
At least I have a poetic heart and an artistic mind.
I saw a small bird in our smoke bush
Catching some insects to munch
No trace of anxiety, worry, or care,
Just looking around for its lunch.
Knows nothing of God or Creation
Knows nothing of promise divine
It feeds with content every moment
And gets all it needs in good time.
So why am I anxious and worried?
Why do I easily fret?
When I know all about God’s resources,
His provisions I claim to expect?
Praise God for his patience with people
Praise God for his patience with me
My faith and my trust often shaky,
And hindered by uncertainty.
Oh, thank you, yes, thank you, small birdie
Example you set in the bush
With never a second of worry,
With never a moment of fuss.
“Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?”
Matthew 6:26
out of windshield washer fluid smeared impression
Bedazzled in stripes
Mother nature’s warning sign
Bitter sting awaits
sits a little swift
amidst violet flowers ~
flying bud on tied fly
mesmerizing tune
in the midst of blaring horns~
magpie Robin sings
long train swiftly moves
without a loco pilot~
trail of busy ants
engrossing odor
nearby sewage mess reek~
pure white flowers bloom
a pleasant moment
in the mid of worldly stress~
birds relishing pool
a rainbow springs up
in the monotonous life~
colorful flowers bloom
my plain flat pulse rate
embraces bright buoyancy~
perky squirrels roam
colorful jewels
walks around the fallen leaves~
cute centipede crawls
a bright beaming mouth
amid the slanderous words~
divine dawn Chorus
true hope emanates
even after failures hit~
a barren tree sprouts
a joyful write up
amidst the arousing thoughts~
stroll in my garden
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 wings or hair you just can’t bare.
Squash and flush because no voice.
If it spoke would you still fear?
Darling child with bugs in jars,
May your care linger on and on my dear.
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