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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.
8~21~16
Contest: A LIGHT TO LIKE
Sponsor: Julia Ward
When I was young
I longed to
be surrounded by trees,
water and flowers
without bees,for
fear I might get stung:
Overreacting I would run...
act a fool when I'd see one.
But no-matter
the price,bees or not,
I had to be in my poet spot.
My poet spot was there back in
the day,but now it is not.
The sun would undress me,
I'd just sit while the
soft breeze caressed me.
There I could ponder,
with the water trickling
underneath my feet.
No one knew this spot,
I'd always go alone,
so I could think
my selfish poet thoughts....
In my Poet spot,the spot
I deemed to be just for me!
Thinking clearly now,writing freely,
Breathing oxygen in,
I wrote so freely back then....
I'd put back on my clothes,
and dry off my feet,watch
a butterfly carefully....
I let the beetle free ,
who kept me company
against his will.
Made two Praying Mantis fight.
I knew this wasn't right to write.
Then I'd go home .
To all the male members
of the praying mantis species
a word to the wise you guys
now pay attention to my theses
whether for fun you recreate
or to mate and procreate
it's something I really would not advocate
hold on tight to your pants
love at first sight is not romance
I don't care if you look
but never dare go so far
as to unhook her bra
and whatever you do don't lose your head
as before postcoital dysphoria sets in
the female will kill you dead
she'll make a meal of you
tear you limb from limb
and if you don't believe me
when last did you see our randy brother Jim?
THE LAST NEGOTIATIONS
The child that I was – Never believed in death-
Loving life so much that I cud not conceive of it.
Time – states of minds- growth-maturation
New realizations, that interfered with my own
Understanding of, life death and purpose.
Collecting bits of earth- I loved her
Wanted to hold on to whatever came from her.
Butterflies, fire flies-lady bugs and praying mantis.
Geology was my solace.
The sun kept my “pet rocks”
Warm for me –
Unlike the trees, Moon, and Stars,
I could hold on to them.
Rocks, stones, and driftwood and the like- All
Had the formation and the beauty
That drew me in as if it had a personality.
I loved them, and knew they each had a story-
Unlike living pets, I also knew my rocks would never die.
I had grown up to find that the deal I made with God.
{To never let me die}, was neither, doable, nor had the Bargain
Been sealed on the other end.
I have seen people suffer and grow old.
Therefore, I have made a new deal, asking God.
” Please do not let me grow old”
with incontinence and feebleness;
Afraid while moving towards my
impermanence my mind may tell me to;
Seasoning my food with cleansing powered instead of salt.
Once I never wanted to grow old-
Once, I longed to stay upon on the earth forever:
With the promise of the unknown heaven as a reward,
I still opted to stay.
Today I have Different eyes, think different ways.
I have made a new deal with my creator,
Which is: “Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my breath to take. I pray
my kept soul be set free,
and my loved ones to keep,
Come gently and swiftly
I speak the uttered lines.
To fit my worth- Not so eager to
remain on earth anymore.
No longer is the earth my turf.
Not the version prayed for as a child.
Let me Die peacefully in my sleep.
Bury my Ashes in the Black sand,
Cover me with beautiful Stones.
Until I take root and grow something
healing from my rich soot.
Greater now is my faithfulness.
For I no longer fear death.,
But fear what has become of this earth.
I want no turmoil to spoil my peaceful transition.
Hey guys
Just a little word of warning if you are attracted to me
With my alien looking lime green triangular head and bulging eyes
You can see I’m so alluring …
But I’m the epitome of a ‘lady-killer’
Yes, me this innocent looking little green insect
Let me make it VERY clear, if you want to 'make out' with me
Maybe YOU should start PRAYING
Sometimes, in the throws of passion, I have a tendency to BITE …
You may just lose your head!
Now who fancies a date?
Praying Mantis Contest
Sponsor Anthony Slausen
08~15~16
Inspired by the song ‘the female of the species is more deadly than the male
"But green's the color of spring
And green can be cool and friendly like
And green can be big like a mountain
Or important like a river or tall like a tree"
Verse from Bein' Green by Andrew Bird, sung by Kermit the frog
Grasshopper, caterpillar, praying mantis, gecko, and iguana
Really healthful veggies and fruits like grape, apple, pear and lime.
Eyes like mine, fields, tennis courts, and plants like marijuana!
Emeralds and jade, Kermit, Hulk, and Shrek, and yukky slime.
Nature wears it best with trees and leaves, and ivy that can climb.
Orange cosmos flowers inside a circle
along with the canna indica flowers;
A big smile of welcome at the front entrance. Followed by Pink, red and yellow ixoras,
the fully bloomed harlequin wonders;
Enthrall butterflies and sun birds
Violet, Red and new comer pink Balsums
are the evergreen shrub
The nonpareil Marvels
Night blooming jasmine flowers
adorn the sideways of the garden;
Meant to engross the moths
The bright yellow alamanda,
the heroine of our garden.
Made us fall in love with yellow
Glittering stars in the morning,
blaze like the diamonds in red and yellow;
The spectacular magic of sun plants
The black night shade plants
bear the inky purple sun berries;
Food for the red vented bulbuls
The Red hibiscus at the corner
attracts everyone's sights
by its innocent grin
The 4'o clock mandharai flowers
unfurl attractive perfumes
and embellish our garden in the evening
Grass green climber braces,
trumpet shaped madevillas,
The small stabs on flowers,
connote attendances of sun birds
Cutest creepers I've ever seen,
amidst the tall green grass;
The metallic blue Verbena
Sometimes our old friends Asian Koels
and our migrating friends Brahminy starlings
visit for their breakfast.
Mynas sing like parrots
and sometimes imitate Koels;
Mimicry Experts they're
Some plants are hostplants
of the common mormons, jezebels,
praying mantis and the signature spiders
Yellow billed blabbers,
the king of our garden;
The faithful defender of our home,
none can step in without their consent.
Squirrels scamper here and there,
and elegant butterflies in the air
proliferate happiness everywhere
Have you ever seen a place like this anywhere?
To embrace glee, you no need to be a Billionare.
Just Visit our garden, you will feel the real bliss, I swear!
COLLEGIATE MANTIS
solo stick figure genuflects at the knees
leafy green, prophet-like.
petitions God with a tenacious grip -
of the windshield wipers,
assiduous antennas flapping in the breeze.
holds on to the lord’s favor,
even as i send his pew flying
this way and that.
with intense stereo-vision he sees far into the future…
like jiminy cricket, his friendship is vital.
peripheral vision perfect, judiciously looks both ways.
o miraculous mantis -
sentinel of paradise,
keep watch over my child.
4th place winner
8/17/2016
contest: Praying Mantis
sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Gaia had deemed insects as king of beasts
After the last humans departed in spaceship 'Stephen Hawkings'.
'Planet Water' was in ruins, polluted, wrecked by
Runaway climate change and raging storms.
Ants has arisen as king and insect rulers
With superior organisation and pervasive presence
They evolved and grew as big as cattle
Subduing all other animals and beasts.
Yet, the terror of the Tyrannosaurus Mantis
Made all beasts tremble, when the quivering
Shadows of looming praying mantis spread over ground
Like that of Tyrannosaurus rex once terrorized past life.
Triangular head with huge bulging eyes, and vicious jaws
Could swivel around all angles, front, side and behind,
So nothing could escape its silent pervasion,
As it pranced, poised, stalked and postured on ground and in trees.
Huge forelegs, covered in spines, held coiled-up like arms in position of prayer,
Showed no mercy when they sprung out and grabbed innocent prey
Dragging bodies back, twitching and writhing in recoiled spiny forearms
To be munched alive in vicious sharp jaws, mounted acutely on triangular head.
Tyrannosaurus Mantis evolved with the ants to beasts as big as rhinos.
The ants as rulers, tried various ways to control them, kill them off for good.
But so far, no pathway to extinction for praying mantis had been found,
As some ancient god, mantis worshiped in prayer, seemed to protect them.
JUST BE YOU
A Praying Mantis
Can’t be a butterfly;
Nor can a moth
Be a hiving be:-
Know that it’s not
What you are,
But who you are: God’s
Unmistakable child:-
Don’t ever strive to be
What others think
You ought to be;
Rather, always be
That great creature
God created you to be:-
Let the cosmic essence
Of your glorious being,
Forever be a shining star,
Enlightening terrestrial Earth
With God’s peace and love:-
Being who you are,
Is God’s divine purpose
Of your blessed being:
The creator of grace,
Peace, and love,
Never has, and never will,
Make a mistake:-
Thus, never attempt to
Exit who and whose you are:-