Long Larva Poems

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Premium Member To Be Butterflies

The cycle starts
An egg is laid
In the weeks to come
See what nature's made
 
Their larva now
Caterpillars to you and me
See them feast
On bush and tree
 
To Chrysalis stage
Under a leaf they fit
If we sit and watch
Their Pupa split
 
Adult hood finally reached
Imago phase wings breach
Membrane dries ready for flight
Natures beauty, an awesome sight
 
Now Butterflies, they flutter-by 
Flapping through the air
Scanning for a flower to land
For pollen they want to share
 
Winged beauties species all
Peacock, Red Admiral
Grace the air, plant to plant
Colours wow they do enchant
 
" inspired by a poem by Raul Moreno entitled Painted Wings "
Form: Rhyme


Firestorm Fusion

Whirling irate firework spectacle
                Pings stillness with rust erode array
        Afflicted heart thrown debri rain affectional
   Rapidly spun unkempt sparks spill their firey foray
 

                  Jettisoned from adjacent universe
              Excited flames offer heat unfathomed
         Rage innate kills cold in hungry encompass
   Newly secured domain set alight is purely dazzled


                Supernova exploding sends elements
          Strikes my stagnant galaxy in rays of gamma
      Studded with hundred year tenure true limerence 
  Furnace insistance fuels hot hum of echoed enamour


                 Amber damp larva gradual arousal 
         Resistance drips ice melt silent submission
    Logic tarnished in star's splendourous encounter
Ignited forever by harshness of flared flame inquisition 


                 Structure remodelled, harmonious
            Black hole remaps unique secret binary
  Inhibit's last rites scribed by stellar bond solacious
Scars lasered invisible by nova who renamed me Libby




                   
                     10th November 2020 

                      Written for Contest : 
         There Is A Star With My Name On It
                     Sponsor : Silent One
Form: Rhyme

Freddy and Frieda Flea

Both Freddy and Frieda Flea
Had an itch and felt the need 

To leave their home on Beagle back
So they packed their bags while Fido napped

They'd heard magical tales of the Big Top
Since their larva days on top the pup

They weren't here this time to clown around
As they found themselves circus bound

They hitched a ride in a hobos beard
Too no telling who knows where

But one thing that is perfectly clear
Both those fleas are outta here

Along the way they purchased needs
In a marketplace made just for fleas

Like underwear and mint toothpaste
Soap on a Rope to wash their face

Plus deodorant, quite a bit
You need a lot of it when you've got 6 pits

The rumor mill can be very mean
Fleas, after all, are fairly clean

After a day of personal shopping
It was all aboard for more beard hopping

Riding that hobo from coast to coast
In this their new hairy chateau

As circuses go they started their own
Advertising on the hobos back cause he never turns around

Over time their acts they've modified
As the flaming hoops set the hobos beard on fire

Now with Freddy as Ring Master and Frieda on trapeze
They are the Greatest Show On Earth, at least among fleas

Dilemma of A Soul Adrift

?Something's burning in my chest
?Like a river of fiery larva
?It's the ocean of savaging doubts
?A faltering in which my thoughts dwell
?
?My bed is a deck of remembrance
?My heart, a wave of many memories
?Lost in the storms of what could've been
?Left with the choice of what's to come
?
?A fragile heart, a heavy soul
?Weighed down by the weight of vice
?The fire burns, the flames rise high
?A reflection of blood shed by my soul
?
?The ghosts of good old past
?Haunt me, with forever to stay
?I seek a glimmer, a thin bit of hope
?Even a strength of many coalitions
?
?I'm searching for a lifeline
?A beacon in the dark
?A guide against my raging err
?A command of peace to my troubled waters

Premium Member To Market to Market

To market to market to buy a fat hog, Oops a mistake has been made
it's to purchase an oven fired loaf of freshly cooked  bread
How was it cooked and how was it sold
give me some quick I want to be fed

At two in the morning
the cook did arise
Rubbing the sleep 
from both of his eyes

Put wood in the oven and set it alight
in roughly three hours, sour dough bread will be cooked
Soon to be eaten 
with joyous delight

The warmth of fresh loaves
aroma arising
Shoppers are eager 
need no enticing

Twenty four loaves 
in total produced
No ads required , a total sell out all of the sales
have been self induced

To market to market again
this time to buy a bee hotel
Oops we're tee- totallers
so we give them the name of bee motel

Australia is host for 
the most species of native bees
One thousand nine hundred
more than any country far overseas

These motels provide a haunt
for adults where it's eggs that they lay
Seal the holes with resin , leaves or mud
then they are off, get clean away

Some months do elapse
for the larva to hatch out
You'll see them in daylight, when transformed as an adult
Pollinating flowers 
as they're flying about

Procreation continues
the holes filled once more
It's so amazing all the wonders
planet earth keeps in store

Footnote Tee-totaller A person who abstains from alcohol
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member The Savage Pond

Look out over a pond's banks
what do you see down there
a smooth unruffled surface
things lazily flying round

A frog pops up its head and
perches basking in the sun
newts swim languidly about
a flash of colour deep below

Yet all is not as it seems
poor tiny herbivores fight
for their very existence 
they are on the lunch plate

Savage diving beetles 
water boatmen, striders
ravenous mayfly larva
all wait to dine on them

Tadpoles swiftly dart about
they are on everyone's menu
newts lay in wait then feast
life in a pond's no picnic

Everything is on someone's list
life in a pond is about who lives
eat or be eaten is the savage truth
no mercy given or none expected

Premium Member Nature's Butterflies-

Springs to Summer callings
In a year
I am only here, to flutter in flight
Rhopalocera four life stages
Egg, Larva Caterpillar pupa Chrysalis
I am flying, fluttering side to side
In differences heights
Floating in air, sometime suspended rare
Feelings of detachments, change is afoot
Painted lady not a prostitute 
Cabbage White not a garden vegetable
Old world Swallowtail not a fish
Be it my fondest wish
Insect macro lepidopteran brightly colored wings
Conspicuous fluttering flight
Different shades of orange, yellows, blues greens and whites
Flight of the bumble bee not
Fly high fluttering Butterfly
Fly high, change afoot what’s already changed
 In occurred waking life


5/8/21
 2021©


For Nature Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh 
Free verse poetry form only.

Spring's Anthem: Regeneration and Reformation

The spring anthem doth now sound
Helpless eggs lie all around
Encased larva still tightly bound
Brooding mothers redound
Ingenious caretakers cover nest and mound
Ravenous predators scour tree and ground
Doting Queens have nests tightly wound
Succoring honey begins to compound
Aging pupa entombed all around
Nubile creatures more nutrition impound
Docile minions escape their waxy mound
Tracking nectar wherever flowers abound
Hovering matrons incubate above ground
Enervating heat the eggs must surround
Brimming yoke with new features expound
Emerging embryo can now be found
Emboldened chick with beak doth pound
Suddenly from cracked shell does new life resound.
Form:

Butterflies of Beauty

Hatched from an egg, larva begins gathering around massive trees;
consuming enough leaves sufficient for morphing within chrysalis. 
Once this process is a success, reconfigured caterpillars nibble and wiggle their way out. 
Something extraordinary happens—
Atomic metamorphosis liberates an epiphany.
Majestic, colorful creatures emerge—
Beautiful butterflies make birth, liberated larva bloom, flourish and blossom 
A state away from cocoon, a graceful performer sets sail. 
Boating across blue skies, butterflies float in thin air. 
Rays of sunlight break amid overcasting clouds. 
Bright shiny wings vibrantly glisten. 
Seeing colors, happiness smiles and goosebumps pan out shivers.
Butterflies of beauty miraculously appear.
Viewing spectacular enlightenment—
Bearing witness to an irrefutable, sighted stupendousness.
Delighted butterflies reminisce, recalling life as larva. 
Remarkably capable of flying anymore, professing subject ability by becoming remarkably adept; nearly instantaneously.
And no matter how ugly the world may seem; at times—
Butterflies of beauty allow belief, tarrying wings of hope.
Metamorphic, frosted cookies maintain my emotional environment; anchoring momentous love.
Inclined to bind a beating heart—
Now filled through butterflies of beauty, deep blue eyes shine, reflecting love and life; unveiling romantic harmony. 


1/09/17 
For contest sponsored by Mystic Rose.

Premium Member Welcome March

March flower daffodil, canary yellow, a single bloom with the vernal equinox
Aquamarine birthstone, gift thyself a ring this birthday, wrapped in a jewel box
Romans marched on, this month they named after God of War, Mars, mythology 
Caesar, Julius’s downfall 44 BC, oracle warns “Beware the ides of March” 15th
History has Texas no longer Mexico the 2nd of 1836, Independence of Lonestar                                                                                                     
Mad as a March hare! The full Worm Moon peaks illumination the 25th afar
Animals mate, larva of worm thaw and emerge from hiding, and birds migrate
During Lenten abstain from meat on Fridays, give alms, read Sacred Scripture
NCAA March Madness kicks into gear, basketball fan’s cheer the lively picture                                                                                                                                 
Easter, 31st Good Friday 29th, Palm Sunday, Purim 24th, and Ramadan on 11th
Saint Patrick’s is celebrated the 17th we're a wee bit Irish, if only for the day
Spring arrives on 19th, Daylight Savings on 10th set clock, spring forward we say
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Acrostic

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