The world of insects is adither and abuzz
About the biggest party bash that ever was.
Their favorite time is near,
It comes just once a year,
The Annual Ugly Bug Ball.
Caterpillars, centipedes, and honeybees
Are sprucing up and rubbing rouge upon their knees.
Their costumes are brand new,
And soon they're going to
The Annual Ugly Bug Ball.
Moths and butterflies are practicing their dips,
The Arachnida are limbering up their hips,
And ants who love to dance
Hope they'll find romance
At this year's Ugly Bug Ball.
Both the mantises are planning to be there,
Such an elegant, sophisticated pair.
The husband is ideal
As dancing partner and a meal.
One mating tango, though, and he'll have done his share.
When the time comes they'll start streaming toward the hall,
Some will flutter, others scurry, creep, or crawl.
They'll frolic until break of day
To music the cicadas play
At the Annual Ugly Bug Ball.
on whittle willow
you drape over me
your arms folding
limbering they shape
my physical body
O willow, be
You sadden me
Tear flowing eyes
Simple sympathetically
My spirit saddens me
My soul needs empathy
I rage my branch is high
I raised my branches High
No longer hanging down
No longer laying down
my spirit, my head,
my eyes I reach toward the sky
Oh my mind guess you wonder now why
you see I'm a simple fella
Once fallen ...the weeping willow
4/11/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
I walk upon the lands there're blue
As I stroll I see the life of you
The green carpets the limbering trees
Covered with big blooming bountiful leaves
This world that I walk on is very much so bountiful
This world in which God loan us
What shall become of us when we die
Don't you cry as you and I become as...dirt changed to dust
8/7/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
The Ducktwirt sat fudged in mud.
The gills rippled in worrying curves.
Danger was near.
The Quagmire Sea was no joke.
Skillets, Searpuckers, and Throttlecocks
Ravage these waters.
Ducktwirt's don't stand a Wormblat's
Chance in a gungle reef.
Then came the Zoomer
With its triangular cords and its dalliphins,
And the low limbering light hushing
Through the chillier depths to find the Ducktwirt's 4th eye.
It leapt towards the light
Florid with vigor and screw-all.
We eat it, now,
This Ducktwirt.
With lemon and basil.
Sandra caught it.
My youngest.
Pictures of the event
Fluttered in the air,
Above her smiling face,
Awash with glee.
"Spiderfinger," she screams as her hands clutch my arm
Black nails, creeping behind me, and daunting me of harm
Shadows chasing me from this candle light, glowing
Long nails, fingers intertwining around me, clawing
As this heart goes, a thump - thump- ping
Wrapping me around this cobweb, wrapping
"Spiderfinger," She whispers, whispers to me
This pointy sword stabs me, as I am bleed-bleeding
Cloudy sky, eerie wings, branches shake - shaking
Head is going dizzy, as this "spiderfinger" spinning
You, limbering behind me, oh no, spider- you
Shadows creeping, shadows, oh no, it's true
Shining smile captures me whole, fangs so alarming
As she lays her eggs, darkness swipes me, coming near, coming
she is caressing me under her arms, caressing
Spinning me around, my body is itching, itching
As those jaws drool on my toes, I no longer no
If I'll come out alive, but here is one last hello
Let me give you one last whisper, darling
I loved you before we even met, heart aching
Across the midnight sun though the twinkling diamonds
A sparkle of light lingers among the arid of emptiness
A luminous spell makes its way to the limbering valley of rainbows and green
pastors
Where glimmering colors reside and dance among the orchid tree
They are a wonder to behold with wings of pearl and bodies like elves
so little elves
So little in size they help nature hand and foot with their pixie dust
Beautiful and intelligent they resemble are hopes and dreams