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There’s a lizard in our house,
At the last there was a mouse.
And we called the mouse Klaus,
Now there’s a lizard in our house.
Soon there will be a roo,
Koala, Possum, Emu too.
Swear it’s really true-
There’s a lizard in my shoe
A lizard in my shoe
In our house.
There’s an emu in our car,
He’s playing his guitar,
He thinks he’s a big star
The emu in our car
In our car
There’s a wombat in our school,
King parrot makes a rule
‘No wombat in our school;
This is birdy school
Birdy Birdy school
Bird.Dee.School
There’s a dingo on a boat,
A possum on a float.
Koala writes a note-
I’m in a life…coat
Please dingo stop your boat
Ding stop your boat
Stop your boat
Above goes flying fox,
In his orange jocks
With stripey coloured socks
Coloured socks
There’s an echidna in the pub,
Hugging witchery grub
Platypus guards the door
Croc is on the dance… floor
Doing a little dance
Dancey Dancey Dance
Dancey. Dance
Preying Mantis serves up drinks,
Southern Cross looks down and thinks…
She is tranquility enfolded in ambiguity,
symbolizing serenity before conception,
not idiosyncratic, but sympathetic stranger,
Mantis is the Celestial Madonna
as profound as a collapsing galaxy,
defining a figure of cosmic importance,
destined to create the celestial savior,
the most significant universal entity.
She is the selected medium of transformation,
where the new universe swirls,
weaving light and chlorophyll.
Born on the cradle of mother earth,
yet claimed by the emptiness of cosmos,
endowing her with the acumen of prophesy,
she walks on the footprints of silence,
steps following the shooting stars of the milky way
as her breath turns into a hymn of forgotten stars.
She is the epitome of spatial stillness
that stabilizes the existential storms,
for she knows the exact rhythm of sorrow,
and the precise cadence of delight,
steadying them on her palm.
The Avengers treat her as a teammate,
a martial artist, the green essence of change,
that feels the pulse of the extant universe,
spreads the inflection of prayers across the cosmos.
Look at olé Manny over there.
He's been praying for grown back hair.
Hair back
Back hair
Hair is neither here nigh under where.
At night we pray for tight'ee whites;
Following morning awaken by a huge wedgie wearing panties.
Shake it off and tone it down.
Take it easy now, now.
Hold your horses there pray full man.
Eating tiger sporting a lions mane feeding heads.
I said, I see I said, I taw a pudgy fat hippy cat rocking dreads.
Looking like a praying mantis crossed with a giraffe.
Bitting your toungue, covering your mouth; trying not to laugh,
You see poor olé Manny with a blank look of dismay.
Holding tightly onto his toupee on another windy day.
Even today, he continues to pray as he slumps in his chair.
And people just don't understand why because Manny is amazing with or without grown back hair.
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All I need do is just take one look at His Creation
In any tiny little nook on any part of this great Nation
I need only one breathe of His air like a shimmering gust
As so often I do declare that it is only in God that I will trust
Boy can that fly fly as Charlotte bounds about casting her web
Then in wait she will lie as His Creation constantly continues to ebb
And all the different birds of the sky as above the earth they do soar
Don't you ever ask yourself why and want to try to learn even more
The Elephant the Tiger and the Bear the Giraffe the Seal and the Fox
For trying to figure it is not even fair as it's Our Lord who created the box
The Crocodile the Snake and Monkey it's the Lord sense of humor I see
The big old dog and that tiny little flea oh and the other creature He made free
Would you not bow before a king or kneel in meeting the Queen
For His Praises you should sing even if you don't know what I mean
The Shark the Bee the Rat the Whale the Praying Mantis are all aware
Like the seeing eye Dog and the endangered Bat oh how He took such great care
Have you ever seen
a Praying Mantis green?
Or heard the tunes
he enticingly croons,
searching each day
for innocent prey?
Mantra of a Mantis:
"Eat or be eaten!"
In prayerful stance
he awaits the chance
to grab a bunch
of beetles for lunch.
Wearing camouflage,
enemies he'll dodge.
Mantra of a Mantis:
"Eat or be eaten!"
When it's time for mating
a female Mantis is hating
the little male on her back.
When it's over she'll attack.
Once he's spent, he's doomed
chewed up and consumed.
Mantra of a Mantis:
"Eat or be eaten!"
And if you look, you will find
that mankind's frame of mind
is the thought, 'Do unto others
even if they are your brothers."
Men conquer as if a game they play.
A Mantis slays only for food each day.
Too much blood has been spilled.
In this world it's been instilled...
Mantra of a Man:
"Kill or be killed"
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15th August 2016
In the velvet ink of a cosmic sea,
Where the stars are stitched by destiny,
A Mantis rises from the garden floor,
To walk through a golden, celestial door.
?She is the Madonna, the chosen prize,
With the weight of the future in her eyes.
Not of Earth, yet born of its loam,
Searching the stars for a spiritual home.
A conqueror comes from a throne of chrome,
Kang seeks to claim what he cannot own.
While Rama-Tut watches the timelines spin,
Waiting for the godhood to begin.
A ghost in the wires, a silver shade,
The Swordsman’s debt is finally paid.
Through the Cotati, life blooms anew,
In a forest of emerald and starlight hue.
?The Prophecy Fulfilled
?She is the bridge between the leaf and the soul,
Making the fractured universe whole.
From the Avengers’ hearth to the Kree-Skrull fire,
She climbs the rungs of a heavenly pyre.
?No longer a pawn in a temporal game,
She whispers a secret, a holy name.
The Celestial Messiah is ready to rise,
Under the gaze of her empathic eyes.
?A myth written in panels, a legend in bold,
The greatest story the galaxy told
Hello, I am a praying mantis from the tropics,
a killer really, once I bit off the head of my lover;
and then I ate him, yummy and then I was caught,
I ended up in a pet store until one day she bought me.
I am a strange pet for a girl to have and love,
but it is so, few people realize we make amazing pets;
no weirder than a rat or ferret or snake.
My species is known for courage and fearlessness,
in ancient times we were considered supernatural gods;
but I have no powers except my praying posture,
I like to be perfectly still with my for arms folded in prayer.
Usually my girl feeds me small insects she finds,
once when I was on a stroll I reached into her goldfish bowl;
and ate her goldfish, oh my, was she upset with me,
I like to grip her finger with my long legs.
One day I escaped into the garden, oh delight,
I ate a bunch of bugs by ambush and camouflage;
you see I am the master of disguise,
I can blend into the foliage and any background.
My girl found me when I was trying to resemble a flower,
she said I was a giveaway with my two bulging eyes;
(and three small ones) darn it anyways, almost had freedom,
but in truth I love my girl and the lovely nest she made for me.
She has made it look like my tropical homeland,
with a heater and plants on which I crawl and pray;
there is never a lack of bugs to eat and I do love the light above,
so yes I am an odd pet for a girl to love;
but she calls me beautiful and that makes my wings flutter,
and I go into my praying poise for her to praise . . .
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August 12, 2016
Poetry/Personification/Praying Mantis Pet
Copyright Protected, ID 16-817-962-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
'Twas a soft, sunny evening—I was milling about,
basking in breezes and dying to doubt—
when at once I crossed paths with a fellow of charm:
a young gentle-mantis took perch on my arm.
He asked how I was; I replied: "Tis all fine!"
Then in good cheer I repeated his line.
At once he was nervous, and shuffled his wings.
I asked then if he was all right with all things.
He poured out his heart, so full of dark fear!
For he'd found a lady, and bought her a beer.
And tonight was to mate her, but there was a catch:
She might fancy him dinner—the poor, sorry wretch!
And then, I confess, I chuckled and sighed,
and the young gentle-mantis, he started to chide.
But I held up my hand, and said with a smirk:
"Your species has problems. Mine, too, has its quirk."
He asked in confusion just what I had meant,
and I relived all of the tears I had spent.
"Your women take only your bodies as tax;
Our women burn hearts as candles of wax!"
The mantis scoffed, said that we at least live,
and I shrugged my shoulders, for what did I give?
Better to perish while love is alive,
than drift through the years with no will to strive.
14 August 2016
I see beyond the
sea-snake crown
of thick-leaved jewels,
as a gossamer veil
conceals jealous goblins
shape-shifting above
a snow-dappled forest
of freckled weeds…
there third-eye rests
amidst tangerine tentacles
tearing my cinnamon
green clemency
glazed with holographic
lime gold clover….
now I’m torn
between wicked willows,
and a weeping angel,
vying for my
peridot throne,
embellished with
envious emeralds,
piercing passionately
through sparkling scales
of mermaid skin,
as peacock oceanic fairies
within skeleton silence
flutter mint-teal memoirs
of a narcissistic mantis~
tangling starry soliloquies..
there eagle-spotted
mantas swirl across
moon-kissed streams
unfolding marine magnificence
through mysteriously
malevolent musings..
I care not for the
rustic trinkets you wear
on fiery feathers
like cluttered calligraphy~
screaming in
high-pitched stillness,
longing to be seen and heard,
their faded fragrance
glows now within
tranquil twilight roots
like a forgotten facade,
while I sit secluded~
in my flaming coral garden,
as the modest maiden
of the rosemary sun,
unmoved and unbothered,
by the wailing wind
carrying notorious narratives
of eclipsed echoes
from sorrowful souls,
where hollow fangs
caress cruel
currents of chaos,
oblivious to the
sonatas of jasmine rain,
for I sing not for the spiteful
tides of tethered turquoise,
rippling with
salt-soaked souvenirs
mirroring the
untamable agony
of lost ancestors.
CHRISTMAS EVE GIFT MANTIS
In one hundred years
I saw a thousand mantises
on this Christmas Eve another
descended unexpected gift
for a northern Lightwave
whilst I stared at singular
Southern sky
She reminded about stillness
strategy soundlessness
embodied etiquette
empathy reflecting my
mirrors
we practiced prayers
exchanging piety for
piquant dreams
from triangular head
could I trust in timing
Careful calm collected
one leg up slowly
shake observe
turn head left
turn head right
Awareness quivers on
awaiting angle
divining a tiny trial of luck
focus no fidget
its Christmas Eve
ChristLight announced
from a darkly
lucid mantis womb
Her greenstick keys
unlock patient portals to
my Eternal Heart
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
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