Insects Poems

Bees

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"

INSECTS THEY LIVE THEIR LIFES-

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©

Random Thoughts 5: Ants

Does God mourn 
for every ant
that was crushed 
before it was able to carry its own weight?

Swarming

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.

INSECTS ARE PESTS

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

Insects and their Feelers

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

Small Bird

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

Insects

out of windshield washer fluid smeared impression

Yellow Jacket

Bedazzled in stripes
Mother nature’s warning sign
Bitter sting awaits

A stroll in the garden - Haikus

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

A Little Ants Sword

Sam is a novice gardener who stamps on all ants
He doesn't like them near or crawling on his plants
Their Queen was angry and wanted revenge
For the ones that had fallen she wanted to avenge.

They planned to get inside and under Sam's clothes
Cover his whole body from his head to his toes
The queen gave her order

Bug Collector

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

Animals and Insects

Animals and Insects


My evolution story and the life of living things in the universe.
The results of the experiments were increasing.
Animals and insects were not bred with the intention of eating humans.
Evolutionary large creatures were watched with frightening and exciting lives.


The sounds coming from the wings of flying insects were sounds that strengthened nature.
It was valuable

What The Roses Don't Say

What The Roses Don’t Say
by Michael R. Burch

Oblivious to love, the roses bloom
and never touch ... They gather calm and still
to watch the busy insects swarm their leaves ...

They sway, bemused ... till rain falls with a chill
stark premonition: ice! ... and then they twitch
in shock at every outrage ... Soon they’ll blush

a paler scarlet,

Insects' buzzing

Gazing at the transgressive, monotonous (yet awake) mundane-
burning cheeks, bottles empty of holy blood
accompanied by slurred atonement lost in soft wind
persevered; untainted discovery by foolish hopes and dreams
cleansed the heavy mind -so long ago-
(absorbed by a double cornered blue piece
forced by trembling, febrile fingers onto a middle, 
claustrophobic gap in the puzzle.
The same calloused fingers

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