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The elephant was walking through the jungle one day
Swinging his trunk, this and that way.
He dragged it along not caring where still
And then dragged it through, a large Ant hill.
His trunk started to itch and annoy him a bit
He wandered around for somewhere to scratch it.
He found a tree and wrapped his trunk around
The leaves and the fruits all dropped to the ground
The itch it then moved, it was now up his nose
He needed to rub it on anything that goes.
He found a rock and rubbed with all his might
It was covered in insects and they all took flight.
Apart from a butterfly that dropped on his tusk
She lay there broken smelling faintly of musk
The itch moved up onto his head close to his eyes
He heard a voice which was quite a surprise.
Hey you be more careful you great big beast
You’ve ruined my home and knocked off the giraffes feast.
You’ve forced insects to flee from the rock where they lay
And you have a broken butterfly, now what do you say?
The elephant stopped in his tracks and looked around
He couldn’t see, from where came the sound.
He shook his head as the itch moved to his ear
Then the voice said it’s me stupid, my voice is quite clear.
The elephant stopped and begged, please keep still
You are making me itch and it’s making me ill
Please show yourself and let me apologise
I meant no harm to you or the butterflies.
The ant crawled from the elephant’s ear
He said, I need you to return to my anthill I fear
I must check on the wounded and dead
If you do this for me I’ll stop itching on your head.
Ok said the elephant I’ll do that for you
But what about this butterfly, what can we do?
I’m not sure said the ant in the elephant's ear
We’ll sort it later when we get near.
They set off and discovered the squashed ants and hill
The elephant cried it made him feel ill.
The ant said we need a new home and quick
Especially for the butterfly, she is quite sick.
The elephant was sad and offered what help he could .
You can move in my trunk, I promise I’ll be good
Thank you we will said the ant, just for a while
And we can help the butterfly, he said with a smile.
So together they set of all content and happy
The elephant the butterfly and the little Anty.
Down in the dark, they patiently wait
Whatever the hour, whatever the date
And if it’s required to wait a bit longer
They’ll service their Queen to grow ever stronger
These keratin creatures will eat their own kind
Rather than leaving their fallen behind
They'll eat anything that’s remotely organic
But if they sense ‘sweet’ they’re blindly satanic
A human race claiming an intellect great
Will err, which is human, and seal its own fate...
They smell it, they sense it, they know it’s around
And they spew from their caverns through cracks in the ground
From under the bushes and over the fence
Through open windows and in through the vents
They drop down the chimney and crawl out of pipes
Immune to our anti bacterial wipes
The under sink cupboard is swarming as well
And inside the fridge its like something from hell
Open the microwave, they’re in there too
And upstairs there’s more coming out of the loo
A creeping black mass turns the lounge carpet black
They swarm up the sofa and onto his back
Relentless, attracted by sugary charms
They split and rampage along each of his arms
He’d raided the kitchen for something to eat
He could have done worse than choose something less sweet
For ants are indifferent to tagliatelle
His fate was decided by strawberry jelly
.......an end.......
But in English English (and being pedantic)
Two last lines for humans across the Atlantic...
For ants are indifferent to Marmite and ham
His fate was decided by strawberry jam
The Beauty and the Beast
Young Belle, with a heart full of grace,
Found love in a beastly embrace;
Though his looks were quite grim
She saw beyond the whim
And found kindness in his rough face.
The Ant and the Grasshopper
A busy ant, very earnest and keen,
Stored food for winter, a diligent scene;
A grasshopper just played,
No thought in its mind stayed
And had to shiver when frost was so mean.
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
Young Snow White, with a skin like the frost,
By her stepmother's envy was tossed;
With seven little men
She lived safe in their den
Till a kiss saved her from being lost.
Cinderella
Young Cinderella, with eyes so bright,
Dreamt of a wonderful princely night;
With a fairy's soft spell,
At grand ball she did well,
Then by midnight her slipper did stray.
Hansel and Gretel
Young Hansel and Gretel, in forest lost,
By wicked witch in her oven were tossed;
With a push and a shove
And a heavenly stove,
They escaped, though it came at a high cost.
The Bird and the Whale
A swift little bird, Fable by name,
Felt the expansive ocean's great fame;
Dozing on a whale`s back,
Was awakened, aback:
The whale whispered, "Your world is not lame."
Watching the marching ants, while I wondering their monotonous strife,
A weary one left the line, away he walked to a lonesome land.
Hands on head with faltering gait, dearth of joy he wandered a bit.
There he lied low to the ground, kissing mother earth like a depressed ant.
Is he an osculator, mourning on his vacant love?
Or he an emulous one, cudgeled by a better brain?
A miffed rummager of copious grain, or he repenting on a horrible crime?
I pondered on his dreadful distress, longing for the profound stillness.
Watching the painful life astir my humanity, finer ways I posit to end his endless tomorrows,
From a creative mind, unknown to the quizzical ant,
First I gifted a bubble of water, for him to drown in style.
But he moved in insolent silence, may be knows the art of swimming!
Then I helped him to the edge of the land, for a profane jump to the bottomless deep.
A coward, fearing height he retreat, back to the land panting nervy.
Later I offered bane of death, but he sniffed and moved away.
Then a knot for him to hang, eyeing it he jumped through it.
While my drained splendid mind, puzzled by his mocking insolence,
Sneering at my humanity, picking a hill on his shoulder,
He walked back to the line of labour, leaving me - the foolish human.
Life is dancing in the background, on the stage of silent death.
Date of Entry : 26/07/2020
Contest : Pareidolia Poetry Contest
Sponsor : craig cornish
An ant's journey over you
trailing it to have its view
your toe to hair.
Leaving its friends in the queue
it thought to do something new
so it's now here.
Marching past few morning dews
seeing your nail polish's blue
grabbed without fear.
Climbing your toe with much care
started a journey so rare
on your leg straight,
silky skin so smooth and bare
I followed it with some fear
before it's late,
curvy path starts just from here
mountain,valley here and there
best tour till date!
Guessing the paths lie in wait
feeling my increased heart rate
told it,'Hey stop!'
But without changing its gait
the ant moves towards target
to climb the top.
It just told me,'Don't be late,
keep part of tour top secret
or you'll be dropped!'
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Contest:Virelai
Sponsor:David
Williams
His artistry is unpolluted and revolutionary.
The way he pushes color across his world
is a miracle.
Whorls of potato-like people dancing.
Dashes and blots of undiscovered animals.
I like his black lightning streak strikes.
A squarish-lemon meringue sun.
Orange finned tuna flying without fins.
A crucifix lies within the letters of his name.
He's wielding a slashing, strong palette tonight.
Prolific slinger of colors you are, young one.
Your mind must be tiring-mine certainly is
You're on a bright blue forest blitz.
One last fit of color for the night
always well outside the lines,
He finally puts the palette away.
Bowing to a milk and cookie sunset.
His fingers stained with a rainbow's premonition.
The artist is sleeping like a cherub, beside a giant plastic ant.
There was a young Aussie called Billy
An ant attached and bit the end of his willy
made him holler and dance
all these ants invaded his pants
His swearing and cursing for miles was heard very shrilly
She began to twist in contortion
Her legs now a state misproportion
her neck it did crack
she fell out of her sack
Now moves about with much caution
Every morning took off for a jog
One day got stuck in a bog
how does one now get out
for help a desperate shout
Eventually hopped out transformed here as a bullfrog
A young man supplied equipment for sport
To a local nearby family squash court
a girl a mis-hit on one of his balls
to the floor with much laughter she falls
In pain he declares this squash game with danger is fraught
A demure young lassie called Jilly
Owned a beautiful black and white filly
The last ride was a farce
horse bucked Jilly's flat on her ass
In a landscape that's rocky and hilly
Then a long came Billy the Bonk
A left hook had injured his conk
in bed with another man's wife
took off for the flight of his life
All the geese in observance let out a boisterous honk
A blonde affectionately known as Annie
Her desire for love is uncanny
all her clothes she did shed
too much time in her bed
She's now known as overworked Fanny
footnote Sack a colloquial term for bed in Australia
I met one ant in my house.
I read about a second ant.
The second ant is another story.
If forced to give the first ant a name,.
I would most gladly call him Terry.
There was no interaction with the
Other ant that I only read about, but
I learned a valuable life-lesson from him.
However, the no name ant is another story.
My personal experience was with Terry.
Terry, heading west on my bathroom
Floor, suddenly turned right to go north.
Just to interact with him, I tried to turn him
Back north. He did not like my interference.
I offered him certain treats, but he said, "No".
So I left him alone.
I then proceeded to do other nessisary
chores and soon forgot about Terry.
I later remembered him and returned to see if he could be found. To my utter amazement and
Surprise, When I looked under the sink cabinet,
I witnessed an ant being reeled in by a spider.
I assumed it was Terry. Lesson learned?
If for any reason, you are advised by another,
Listen and proceed with caution, or turn
Around.
Marching in line, six legs on the ground,
These mini-soldiers do not make a sound.
Nature's army, tough as can be,
Fighting for the queen and colony.
Antennae twitching, always alert,
Ready for battle in leaves and dirt.
No fear, no doubt, just pure dedication,
Defending their home with determination.
Scouts lead the way, workers follow through,
Soldiers guard flanks, and the enemy pursues.
Each has a role, a job to do,
In this six-legged army, tried and true.
Mandibles sharp, like swords they wield,
Exoskeletons are hard, a living shield.
Some spray acid, chemical warfare,
Others lift weights that seem unfair.
United they stand, divided they're strong,
Cooperation's their marching song.
Tiny in size but huge in might,
These insects put up one hell of a fight.
From desert sands to the forest floor,
These troops wage their tiny war.
No medals given, no glory sought,
Just instinct-driven battles fought.
So next time you see an ant hill rise,
Look closer, you might realise:
These aren't just bugs that make you squirm,
They're nature's soldiers, firm.
Respect the ant, this mini-marine,
Part of Earth's oldest war machine.
In strength and numbers, they'll survive,
The mighty, mighty ant hive jive!
Thank you God for giving me 6 legs
That’s more than ample and plenty I guess
To get around and praise You for Your glory
Thank you for the 6 very sticky feet
I get to walk on walls and ceilings
But don’t really understand what for
(Most food is on the floor.)
And thank You for giving me a place to live
Even though it is only a small hole on Earth
And sometimes like my mind it gets a little dirty
Protect me from the giants with ugly feet
Who want to step on me because I’m tiny
And because they like high fashion shoes
I understand some styles are very expensive
And really hurt when they stomp on you
Squish you or is it squash? I can’t remember
When the skinny heel comes down on my forever
Please lead me to the picnic promised land of plenty
Flowing with milk and honey without the milk
Because we are not cows and are allergic to it
Keep my sensors clean and pure for Your greater good
For Thee and Thy and Thou and Thine
However you pronounce them, it all sounds fine
Protect me from Xfinity.com and evil signal senders
Don’t allow me to become a TV antennae either
Because my feelers don't feel like it
That would be offensive and less divine
Protect me from my enemies one and all
Mostly tall
Don’t let the 2 footed giants step on me
Especially those in Prada
Amen