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A huge grasshopper came our way one day
couldn’t help but catch it, couldn’t let it get away
Just wanted to observe it, the biologist in me
never saw such a thing with its kind of beauty
Bright green wings on a plump green body
I swear it really looked ever so juicy!
We sure didn’t know what to feed it
so we put in some leaves, just a little bit
I guess it ate too much, for its belly looked bigger
Uh-oh. Toilet emergency for this poor hopper!
It seemed to stiffen up, even concentrating
who knew that insects also did that kind of thing?!
At first it was just a little bit, coming out of its butt
then suddenly it seemed, it was spilling out its guts!!
It was something light brown and a little bit frothy,
we were mesmerized, but we also felt guilty...
Whatever did we feed it?! It’s been five minutes long
and still it wasn’t done, something was wrong!
Poor green hopper, with a bad case of the runs
Please don’t die on us, will promise you the sun!
It was super bubbly, it was frothy, it looked even kind of sticky
Hoo boy how I wished that I studied entomology!
The grasshopper looked so tired after that ordeal
But wait up, its tummy looked like it could use a meal!
We looked a bit closer, and saw these light brown grains
Whatever was it? It was driving us insane!
My sisters and I honestly never saw such a thing
so decided to do a bit of web researching...
Turned out that grasshopper wasn’t even pooping...
it was actually doing a lot of egg-laying!!
We found out it was so rare to witness that
for grasshoppers laid eggs by burying their butts!
**note: we actually improvised on this, felt bad for that momma grasshopper to lose those
babies, so we buried those pods ourselves in a patch of soil...we released the grasshopper
the day after and I think less than a month later, we saw these baby grasshoppers hop,
hop, hopping about! It was truly amazing!
***submitted for Amy’s “I Saw with My Own Eyes” contest :)
It is warm and moist this morning
The ginger is in full bloom now
The beauty of the white blooms
Against the waxy green foldiage is outstanding
It is such a contrast to what lies under ground
The root is such a spicy hot item to add to food
Ginger for Asian recipes or homemade ginger snaps
It is faithful to bloom at the very end of summer
The running rose has reached up and grabbed
The pear tree and put blooms in her hair
I don't know how I can get up there to prune
The wild shoots that are running away
The musadines vines are beginning to turn golden yellow
There isn't much fruit this year because they were not pruned
For there to be abundance of fruit the master gardener has
To severly prune them to cut away any dead and suckers
These suckers limbs would pull the living water out but produce
No fruit, only green limbs with lots of leaves
The master gardener has to be busy keeping the garden in full production
The pruning, fertilizing, and watering are all necessary for fruit and beauty
The sultana camelia is shiny with its waxy green foliage
The buds have formed for the blooms
If the cold of winter isn't too severe they will be loaded
With their white blooms to grace the garden in the dead of winter
Inspirations has come this morning from just viewing God's good earth
The sun is rising casting its rays upon the light feathery clouds painting
Them a dessert sand
The light is penetrating, casting away all gloom opening the door to possibilities
Form:
SUNRISE
I rise from bed and open the window.
Stars of Cassiopeia and small aurora are still visible;
Venus hangs like a lantern in the eastern firmament -
Goddess unmistakably beautiful and strong,
Dominating the dark velvet void.
Dawn is a yet unborn child following the black drama of night.
In the uncertain hour before dawn,
In the twilight zone of heaven’s half-light,
Dawn seems fragile and may never succeed - still
A young half-awake day is turning back the dim
Dark cloths of night in a timorous start,
While I light my flickering candle.
Candle shadows on my wall : myth and reality changing constantly.
The pressing sun rounds the curve of the horizon :
The vault turns to dappled lighter shades of pastel.
I finish shaving and wash away the soap and the sleep.
Steady air not yet heated and land is black,
Silhouetted under the fragile heliotrope veil,
Ever-changing, embroidered
With golden and silver light across the azure blue.
As I put on coat and step out into the day
The sun peers cautiously at me over the whitewashed wall.
Out of the blue, dabs of sun tip the mountain peaks and spread down.
The warmth starts to drive away small clouds
Lit underneath with their glowing gold edges.
The empty empyrean floods with gold, becomes alive and certain.
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( Date of posting 24 April 2011 )
For Chris D. Aechtner's Contest "Your Recent Precious Gem"
In ancient times, marked in Celtic clans
There are stories told, and legends formed
And rituals would unfold
The apples were pressed, to make an ale for wassail toasts
To warm the host, when snow skimmed off the wind
This was when the whole world measured time
This is when the light would turn around
This is where the past would come undone
Where a spinning earth would mark a new beginning
Let's go back in time, to when it all began
Take me to the breaking of new dawns
There are moments keen with memory as bright as fire
Scalding pagan songs as the Druids worshipped sun
Reverse o' time, as ebbing is reborn
A returning journey sails across the sky
Deep within harsh winters steely breath
Let me meditate, and join a dance among the trees
I'll hide my face, a masquerade, a mask in covered straw
Disguise the Mummer's call, with chants of Celtic lore
Where the Yule log fire burns for twelve dark days
And ashes kept, the next year blessed
Weave the ivy and the holly branch once more
The wreaths are made to hang upon the doors
To keep all strong, against all spirits dire
So when spring arrives, seeds will sprout and grow
Oh, radiant sun, stretch the day, shorten night
Return earth's darkness into light
This is where the light will turn around
This is where the past now comes undone
For Debbie's contest "Winter's Holy Days"
Celtic/Winter Solstice
Daybreak in Georgia
Heavy dark gray clouds
On the horizon first light
Streaked with light thulian pink
Yard light still shines
No stars, no moon
Surroundings that could gloom
But quietness penetrates pushes away
Roosters alert me to day light
They're in command in their
Domain, letting all know
This is my space, stay away
Relaxation comes riding
Slowly over the slopping rise
Releasing the tension
That builds from everyday life
Cheer-up, cheer-up
Sings the nearest bird
Calling to her mate
Faintly he answers
The thulian pink streaks have disappeared
Clouds have enveloped the sun
Predicting rain showers today
Dampness is filling the air
Crickets alert the other creatures
That they are up and out
Their comrades answer in like fashion
Jump and hide morning light's here
Sound that is unfamiliar
Can't give it a name
Sounds like a bird saying cheer-up
But with a higher pitched sound
Magnolia tree has some white
Blooms now, that contrast those
Gorgeous, shining deep green leaves
Which have a fuzzy underside
Jet flying high over can only hear
Vision is limited because of the overcast
Sound didn't last long
How fast do they move now
Crepe Myrtle loaded
With purple blooms
Draw all nature's
Friends to her door
The daybreak and quiet
Gave a soft repose
To the early morning
Giving me strength for day
Form:
With a sequined glimmer afternoon sun shimmered down across the meadow.
A bright light of gold and yellow.
Theres a bright light inside of me.
This decisions tough but it's one worth deciding.
As I pass between two pines stepping onto open ground
I stop where the trail starts and I hear familiar sounds.
The emerald arms of the forest embrace me.
This is where I find serenity and safety.
I slowly study the field.
The beauty of this forest is something so real!
I cannot determine the classification of these leaves.
In every direction theres different shades of green.
Its a sight unseen.
Undetected by the human eyes.
This sort of feeling comes from deep inside.
I've got an uncanny feeling that I'm not alone.
I come across a stream that is dry as bone.
I'm repressing my fears so I can carry out my plan.
Continue moving foreward into uncharted land.
Out in the wilderness theres predators and prey.
I focus my mind and leave behind no mistakes.
It's more rewarding in the final hours.
As I stray deeper the song grows louder.
It's natures power that first lead me on this journey.
It's kind of a trip how the world is always turning.
I can make out cataracts of brilliant colors.
I take a seat on a nearby tree stump.
This expedition could last three months,
Or i could be home by midnight!
Form:
Outside, the moon is alone in the sky
and floats bright white in the ocean
of the great black-blue on high.
It illuminates slightly my surroundings,
giving everything the soft pallid hue
that makes everything something familiar,
though some things I have never seen.
All things being equal,
under the bright white moon,
I see the waves of grass
in neighboring lawns that I’ve never trod,
and I see the soft waves of the moon
dancing off the rooftops of houses
that I’ve never been welcomed in,
that contain neighbors that I’ve never met.
It’s cold out…
if the sun gives off heat in the day,
does the moon radiate chills at night?
The moon sheds its cold, emotionally bankrupt light
on everything I see.
Is this how I should be?
If this is how all emotional attachment ends up,
should I even bother?
Or better yet, should I wait for the moon,
that reopens my wounds just by shining on me?
Every time it comes into sight,
I can’t help but think of all the times
it left me dark and cold.
Should I wait for it to change,
or should I move on?
I can’t see why I should waste my time,
when there are other things that
can radiate a brighter and warmer light than this.
If I see it shining its light on others;
what light does it have for me?
I am the day that blind sights both men and women of every race, deceiving them and telling
them everything is fine…
I say life comes as light covers the land around you…
I see my reflection in the oceans below me and the land ask for more…
I hear the laughter and joy of the land as I help everything grow…
I feel the wind twist around me…
I touch the land and even some of the darker corners of the world…
I am the light in your eyes…
I am the thing that guides you down your path right or wrong I lead you there…
I cry when I go and darkness consumes you…
I worry when you don’t seem to care…
I wonder what the point of me was when I disappear at times…
I pretend I will never leave you behind…
I understand that one day, I won’t come back and neither will you…maybe…
I am the light that surrounds you…
I am the reason you can see even in the darkest of times…
I want absolute peace but I know I can’t change anything around me…
I will send good people subliminal messages of what they should do for everyone…
I try to wake you and open up your eyes every morning…
I hope you will see the truth soon…
I dream of absolute peace and happiness…
I am the light in your heart…
We Are Day
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Majestic dreamer fluttering gracefully above each open petal
Fiery orange and black as you pass through a bright autumn sky
Briefly visiting on your way to destinations unknown
Restless wanderer, turning nighttime into day traveling to places
Unknown to you and places unimaginable
Floating without effort where the morning light serves as your next stop
On a stream of consciousness
The sweet scent of jasmine draws you closer as you briefly touchdown
Then you gently scatter the dust of life on an unsuspecting soul
Wings become still momentarily, then off into your seemingly
Effort less flight, into the darkness you travel guided by heavenly light
Onward in your journey in search of the perfect dream
Your quest continues in both darkness and in light
Ever closer, with each passing moment, visions become reality in the
Waking cycle of our lives, autumn settles in, a celebration of seasons past
Vibrant colors from our experiences now on display
The butterfly settles down in its final destination
Flowers bloom in the midst of a fiery sunset
They await your graceful arrival
The leaves of the fern
Begin the rhythm of the forest.
The music of the woodland floor
Pulsates to the rise of the sun.
The morning...mists dissipate in silent beats
Playing to every lead from the composer above.
Dapples of light pierce the canopy
Dancing atop the undergrowth’s skin.
Reflective light serenades...the complimentary
Colors of nature...as the day begins.
The cantata of Spring’s movement reverberates
The forest walls with echoes of wildlife sounds.
Nature’s mellifluous voice...graces the day.
Melodic tones of the chanting thicket,
Boundless in splendor...in harmonious hums.
Soft chirps...in a soothing ambience.
Elegant masses of birds lilt the air.
Amongst the sun and shadow,
An array of serenity dazzles the calm,
Displaying the beauty of nature.
The woven...movement shifts,
To the euphonious of a gentle rain,
As the acoustic waves chase the sun,
Dulcet tones begin to wind down,
As the fern plays its’ sonata of praise.
In its’ natural role in the forest.
The lush...fern bows with its coppery...red leaves,
As the curtain of night begins to close.
A standing ovation emerges at dusk
From the chattering...crickets...chirping applause.