Long Hornet Poems
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We had;
Interlude and
of Mice and men.
A star is born and
Gone with the wind.
A child bride and
The Wizard of Oz.
Cocaine Fiends and
Sweeney Todd.
The Jaguar and
The gay divorcee.
The Marx brothers
And the Maserati.
79 Park Ave and
Mannequin.
The Porsche and
Erroll Flynn.
The Rolls Royce and
Curly top.
John Wayne and
King Porter stomp.
The Packard and
Hilo Hawaii.
Gary Cooper and
The Bugatti.
Frankenstein and
The Alfa Romeo
The Fiat and
Abbott and Costello.
The BMW and
Eternal call.
The Lone Ranger and
All creatures great
and small.
The Bentley and
Agent Carter.
The Green hornet
And Days of Honor.
An Indian summer
And The Duesenberg.
Greta Garbo and
The Thorn Birds.
Turbo1904?
WHERE BUMBLES BOUNCE
Daisies, Zinnias, Lilacs in kaleidoscope of floral display
on pink, purple. blue, yellow glow, nodding faces in gay,
alluring, enticing Butterfly, Wasp, Vermin, Hornet
and Drone prone to pollinate carrying pollen.
Flying insects except Drone choose to select blooms showing adulation.
They sit to crawl or suck and sprawl:
Quenching thirst will fly away.
Fuzzy Drone large in girth with short strong wings
buzzing, groaning in cadence of mirth.
Adamant, obstinate Drone in aggression to reach
Princess Rose guarded by sentry-like prickly thorns.
Butterfly, Wasp to warn Drone,
Vermin, Hornet to alert Drone
not to disturb princess Rose,
not to approach too close.
Princess Rose swinging in elegant charm.
Bubbling Drone decisive and firm.
He may get hurt; it may be fatal
Yet he can’t ignore soft shiny silky petal
of sacred scarlet Rose spreading fresh fragrance.
He yearned to fling and to sting
to kiss to bosom of blossom,
to sip nascent nectar
to dip nose deep to smell sweet scent.
May be basic instinct or dormant dream, yet distinct.
But bound to bounce and to sink
in pristine charisma and romantic aroma.
09/19/19
'Where Bumbles Bounce' Contest by craig cornish
We brought nothing into this world so bare,
And take nothing out as we leave it there.
If we have food and covering to wear,
With these we shall be content, and care.
In the heavenly realm bloom white roses, black callas, and lavender's grace,
Each holding a different scent in its own place.
The lavender tries the white rose to mimic and blend,
While the black calla dreams of lavender's end.
Within the pyramid's layers, a labyrinth of dreams takes flight,
And everyone longs to escape the maze of the night.
A baby bee,
Flirting with the white rose petals it explores,
Tastes the lavender scent on distant shores.
Intoxicated softly, it falls and clings
Upon the black calla's dark velvet wings.
Then a giant hornet stings the baby bee with deadly might,
A single warning strike in the fading light.
The pyramid opens its escape hatch just a crack,
Revealing a sliver of the world outside the track.
The feline goddess, Bastet, speaks so clear and deep:
"Do not curse this pyramid world where secrets sleep!"
"For if you depart on that final, fleeting day,
Trapped within the universe's maze of pi, astray,"
"For all eternity you shall remain,
Unable ever to return to the pyramid's domain!"
Sandy sat staring down at the cracked photoed frame. Two little smiling princesses playing in the mud. She loves traveling in her dreams, imagining glowing and bickering in Juane's sweet sweet nectar as in the framed photo.
But the hornet came buzzing, bringing forth a reality of pain She knows not if Juane was more of a lime or a bitter leaf With a scorching desire to thwart her lustres and thwack her wounds while she sang a song of purity on the streets. Confusing all with her orange scent and ravishing strides.
How Sandy wished to travel once more
Where Juane could never pierce a dart to her heart, Where she could once again be a smiling princess together with her beloved SISTER Juane.
Loss, thy bitter luster.
Pain, rip each heart in twain.
Blanketing blizzard, thy bluster.
Red run, O my rain.
Chaos, entropy, ripcord.
Pull thy chute and fall.
Mother Sin, thy flaming sword.
Blanching light, thy pall.
Moon, thy storm. Hornet, thy swarm.
Flickering in form.
Dam that river? Getting warm.
Volcanos a-dorm.
Love, are you to last? Past? Fast?
Trickery, thy mist.
Fate and fury, what ye hast!
Fortune, twist thy wrist!
Charm and chain, forever?
Rekindle and release?
Spindle, grow dull never!
Gold, thy mold. Fire, fleece.
Blossom, O opossum?
How awesome would that be?
In a cage we toss them?
Then sink them in the sea.
Sun, thy sum. Bright beams to come.
Strike the bastards dumb.
Reality, how you hum!
Better us than some!
Game of patient waiting?
O heart of mine, thy throb.
Well, that's no second-rating.
Hope, you've lost your job...
I’m mad as a hornet sting like a bee
My venom can kill you quite instantly
I’m an Asian specie’s a giant size
Protecting my nest and queen in her hive
She usually builds in dark hollow tree’s
Makes cells into combs from bark and debris
Then she lays larva in each of these cells
Young spin silk to form cap over the well
Then the transformation starts taking place
Into adult hood hornets in this case
They hatch from their combs and ready to learn
Stealing the nectar they take it in turns
Majesty the queen they honour and serve
Hornets are bandits don’t ever disturb
© Copyright K.C.Leake
13th November 2015
All Rights Reserved
For The Contest
Slither in, slither out, and look inside;
my borders are locked, the pale curtains thin
yet flames of vengeance stir from battered pride,
and rage is the owner that lives within.
The floors smell of acid, my betrayed past
a tear, a deceit from one scheming rake;
when nights’ lesion nips this maiden, outcast
as fury whips from a spirit’s mistake.
My gate at the front hides a moonlit view
that cracks with rust without making a sound,
it’s latch of distaste I can’t share with you
for heart is numb ; the key is not around.
Though empty this place of anger may be;
Iron are the walls, now it handles me.
Mad As A Hornet--Sonnet Contest
Sponsor: john lawless
10/29/2015
She lost her hambone on Monday at nine-fifty-nine.
It was in her tomato soup, which was almost sublime.
The next time she had him, he was browning up, and pink.
With his lecherous eye, he gave her a soft pat, and a wink.
The love she felt for hambone was instant, pure and true.
She knew she’d better take a nap, so she’d know what else to do.
Hambone and a floozy were running around together at a quarter to three.
She was angry, mad, and sent out her hornet workers on a little stinging spree.
Following the bees was easy, sure. “You little vixen!” she shrieked at the tramp.
“You had better not be taking my hambone to the ham and bean bone camp!”
The vixen screamed loud, and ran away into the night.
Leaving a worried hambone to fight his own fight.
“We were going to Lewisville, outside of France.”
“Honey, the next time, you’d better remember who wears the pants.”
So it was true love that day, pure and simple.
And things were done that will dry up every little pimple.
And let the lesson here be in your brain forever.
Snap up the hambone that makes your heart quiver.
Don’t please the neighbors, or your Daddy Joe.
Just keep your hambone away from the great big…….
I will attempt to explain this using the following analogy.
I went For Help to BluePearl Veterinary,
with a feline medical emergency.
BluePearl saw me coming and thought, "That is a hornet nest,
and I'm going to put my ***** in that hornet nest,"
and then faster than you can say, "Get These Hornets Off My *****!"
BluePearl Veterinary,
Forced Me To Kill My Baby.
BluePearl is about to see me at my best and at my meanest.
They have no idea that they just screwed with
an Animal Rights active Activist.
I Never Stop Fighting, I Never Quit,
I Am Going To Be Your Worst PR Nightmare, Count On It,
I AM RELENTLESS BluePearl, RELENTLESS.
You stuck your ***** into the wrong hornet nest.
,.. in other words everybody,
I went to BluePearl for HELP,
AND BLUEPEARL SCREWED ME,
Me and My Baby,
because of their total inflexible, No Payment Plan Policy.
I had the money to pay for her surgery,
but I couldn't get my hands on it for at least 2 weeks.
I offered BluePearl indisputable evidence that I wasn't a deadbeat,
but BluePearl wouldn't even make the slightest effort to work with me.
No Payment Plan Policy, No Payment Plan Policy, is all I received,
from BluePearl's well meaning but very indoctrinated staff and employees.
"It's best that you euthanize your pet, and put her out of her misery,"
BluePearl's staff said to me, with scripted artificial sympathy,
"Her suffering will end, she will crossover peaceful and blissfully.
That will be $500.00+, payable at time of service please.
We here at BluePearl enforce an inflexible No Payment Plan Policy."
I can't explain it any clearer than that everybody,
but I will explain it in more detail at best,
at the following web address,
if anyone wants to give this a further read.
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1524865417597989&set=a.125028037581741.34366.100002236369308&type=3&hc_location=ufi
Feeling adolescent when I should feel like an adult
Stand up, I need a round of applause for my poetic pause
Give up negativity and give in to optimistic spirit of humility – you need faith frankly
You can be better than any celebrity if you are in for the completion of a competition…of oos and aws…
Bodyquake to the rhythm of my heart that beats with flawless beauty that’s completely on fleek and as tasty as Greek Yogurt…earning ogling from the dairy fans pleasurably
Don’t judge fashion
Don’t shun out different…the so-called insignificant…
What you say, hun?
You need to repent…get the hint? You’re so elegant….
Lightning my thunder moves
Groove with my approval hooves
Spiraling notions haunt and taunt me happily…
It gets me as mad as a hornet at times…oddly…
“We can’t stop and we won’t stop” - Miley Cyrus “We Can’t Stop”
That kinda says it all in one line…wish it was mine…
Don’t be hating on anyone…Miley’s just fine…
She is like a bittersweet, bizarre, and authentic wine…
Yeah, she has a reputation of good girl gone bad…just don’t whine…
It doesn’t mean I’m a true fan of her…I just appreciate her music
I wish people can give her music a listen because it’s, strangely, epic…
Your attention attitude is like a hanging backpack on the overhead on a street wire
I have faced a dire situation due to having this on-fire desire, but I’m 18 and I am the king of my empire…so if you want to be my maid or servant, I’m here to hire you to deal with my flat tire