There once was a man called POTUS
Who said God sent him to save us
But most people knew
That this really wasn't true
And they said they preferred the Locust
I wish I could tell you
And have you understand
That you are you,
And I am me.
We put so many years between us
And in all that time you’ve changed nothing
While I’ve had to change everything about me.
Just please understand
That I am a locust
And you are a tree.
I laid dormant for years
By your side, if only by circumstance
I shed my skin again and again
While you sat still
Unrelenting in your ways
Unmoving through the seasons
Resistant to the surrounding decay
I pray you understand
As I only have this to say
You and I were born in the same forest
And you expected me to stay?
bulbous eyes
bulging chest
perched on my screen
the ugliest thing
I’d ever seen
beat its wings abruptly
buzzing robustly
flew away
hamburger for highway
~ odyssey’s finale
Stripping everything green from the earth-
full of destruction
I’ve heard tale; Doc, told Wyatt he was an oak,
much the common; desires of common folk.
Fur, me and mine, such lies; out of focus.
May your purpose stand like ours; like locust!
Whatever it is it likes to exercise on its back said Mr. Will.
We both stared at the creature whose wings were lying still.
The creature’s legs were going back and forth in triple time.
A giant roach or a locust, whatever it is, it is scary said a mime.
We watched the bug roll over and do some side donkey kicks.
Look out! Yelled a snake as it slid by, giving the beast a few licks.
The beast jumped on the snake and rode it out the door.
They disappeared down the hill, and slid into a wild bird feed store.
Well the bug is gone, said an exerciser who had lost her lunch.
Let’s do this! Yelled her partner who began doing a stomach crunch.
They might be back said another, as she escaped out a window small.
I laughed at their antics, avid exercisers delight me each and every fall.
Saved my butternuts -
Day 2 for locust was last
As a boy I "loved" them!
JOEL
I go through you
weaving
strings of finely minced clippings
But, on the green Elysian
I will devour you
I will show you mortal wings
cunning lips as sweet as money.
Through the eye of the needle,
trough the open lids of desire,
I will thread you poems of harvest.
An eating machine
Salted nuts and salted fries
No beverage needed
Given, that she spoke with a six pound tongue;
My bath rinsed phlegm down sticky the sticky drain.
They use their paws to grasp and noses to smell;
In no order am I aware of which noise interrupted first,
Yet, through sliding doors I watch possum and cat, melodramatic, insist on banquets.
Rancid, putrid and sweet wet lies...Oh! the taste much like fusion!
Given, of course, that she spoke with a six pound tongue.
Distance cleaves us
Though we drink of the smiles
Bubbling from the corners of our lips
The colours of courtship begin to swivel
Locust echoes bloom ever so fearlessly
As fair passion sweeps through the fog
Some sounds like the noise of bees
Hovering around the atmosphere
Or like rain drops on our roof tops,
I opened my round window
The window of my hut,
I wanted to know
Why my sleep won't mellow,
All i saw was sorrow
As the atmosphere turned green.
The cassava farm was over shadowed
Banana plantation feebled,
Apple orchard struggled
Yet their efforts stifled,
Lemon grass for mama's herb withered,
Rose flower shattered and our
Groundnut farm tattered.
Suddenly,the green army fled,
Tears exuded from my eyes
As i sputtered in pain,
Mother filled with melancholy,
Father tore his heart in grief
Villagers hope captured and crippled,
So their travail displayed as
Everyone mourned over
The locust plaque.....
BY: CHARLES MELODY (LIGHTNING INK).
Alone
in ancient
plantation and forest-
a false accacia the best
survives