Silky white web art thrown like paint
Precious pearl like pride unlike saint
In it’s ebony eyes many bugs a delight
Doomed to demise as live dinner tonight
Emerald June bug passively to die
Red sun conceals web in jaded July
Flying crazed into the summer night
Diving, crashing — what a sight!
The people, they shriek;
Cover they seek,
Slapped in the face by one’s flight.
with the monsoon rains,
a green June bug came whirring,
to our living room~
my smart cat after playing,
gulped down this hapless victim.
My little cousin, Junior, lost his mom when she was only 39 and he was 9. It was such a devastating time for him – her pet name for Junior was “June Bug”
Junior had a beautiful mom
Unlike any other
Never knew a heart so calm
Ever the amazing mother!
Blessed by her light, her sacrifice
Unending grace beyond a price
Glory to God for love so nice!
father-san said no
to my succulent June bug
who wrote me love songs
we harmonise together
under the swinging lanterns
June Bug, do you remember me?
Understand, I'm older now, you see.
No longer do I visit Grandpa with my brothers.
Every fourth of July, you too, came with many others.
Both of us came to play - beneath the fireworks display.
United again, I recall you never flew so well.
Give us another fourth, and we will give 'em hell.
A june bug, flying at night, races to a window light
To the greens behind the sill, fleeing from the twilight's chill
But alas! The window is shut—no rest to find in this glass hut
My front porch welcomes your return each year.
Built like a Sherman tank with wings - the night
is filled with music to the springtime ear,
the buzz and clatter of your noisy flight.
Announcing to the world it now is June,
you fly into our lives and cast your spell,
reminding us that summer beckons soon -
sweet season of youth's freedom from school bell.
Ah yes, first love that bloomed in June's warm sun -
that first kiss, blushing like a timid squirrel
and holding hands in public with the one
who showed me I could be loved by a girl.
Your tenure brief; then by July's first day,
like childhood and young love, you've flown away.
Submitted to Summertime Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
New June bug day risin
Pancake fryin smell
Outside yo window
To the kitchen down below
Curtains blowin in the breeze,
Leaves on treetops swayin
All I’m sayin is
What comes a day
Bein born
Is all you need
When you a child
In this big old world
Gots love and love and
Mama’s love some mo
Don’t matter bout clothes and shoes
Those South summer blues
That you too young fo
Alls about fishin, wishin,
And grinnin with yo best friend
Deep end o’ the delta
Skimmin stones
That ain’t no arrowheads anyway.
All you ain’t got
Is all you ain’t needin
Only chore what matters
Is spring seedin
And penny-pulled
Tobaccy runnin
Old man Tom’s place
Outside o’ town
Once a two week
Piece a plug
Penny earned
For candy and
Man that’s sweet!
Heaven aint’s so far for walkin
When you’s walkin in bare feet
Down by the delta
In the dusty dime store town o’
Willacoochee
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