Linda Lou, a baby bee is stuck what shall we do?
the hive is a buzz about little Linda Lou
How did it happen? Can we back her out?
The drones are buzzing, the queen gives a shout
She will get out when she’s ready, she said.
You have a deadline, don’t lose your head!
The workers fall in line, no longer worried about Lou.
If you knew the queen, you’d feel this way too.
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?
Take a plane, ungrateful one, to a distant land...
Don't forget to walk the straightest path.
Freedom bogs down quickly in shifting sand.
You may have to cover your body from head to toe.
You may get a lash for dancing with your Beu.
You may get caned for walking alone.
You may be married off to a stranger.
Your worth is measured in skinny cattle and goats.
Walk the straightest of paths, ungrateful one.
Keep your faith close to the vest.
Or you may spend years in prison or even lose your head.
If they find out you're gay, it may be your last earthly day.
When you come back to your host country, ungrateful one.
Will your vision still be opaque and hateful?
Have you gathered any lessons, or are you too stubborn?
Will you still burn- loot- rape - obstruct.
Will you still spit on your freedoms, paid for in blood?
Will your privileged and entitled attitude shift?
Like the shifting sand you just experienced.
Next time, take a one-way plane, ungrateful one
I don't think you'll ever change.
What's a matta Rick?
Get tired or sick
Bored of your board?
The chore you adored
Now left for a ghost
No more here to post
Left for all but dead
Did you lose your head?
Did ya fugeddaboutit?
can't get a "roundtuit?"
Left it high
Left it dry
Go outta your mind?
Get lost in time?
On to greener pastures
Where the flora and fauna grow faster
"The grass isn't always greener
Where the septic tank is cleaner..."
A bit of advice amorphous
From the wise old Greek, Erroneous
Mayhaps thou art a lurkin'
Packin' prose perniciously perkin'
Mr. Robot's radar is workin'
Are you in a gerkin?
Didst thou lose thy quill of tales?
Choo Choo train gone off its rails?
Tall ship lost its sails?
Out huntin' great white whales?
Not a victim of skull-duggery?
Or engaged in some fool-buggery?
Anon, get thee to a nunnery!
I but jest, a bit of funnery!
If you're hangin' with the fairies
Ya best have a care, be wary
They're a tricky little kind
They'll mess with your mind
And before ya even know it
You're a mad mushroom poet...
Ivanka was walking down the street
When John-the-Baptist she chanced to meet
She stopped and said,
"Don't lose your head
Or my Dad will slam you in a tweet!"
The wife of Louis, lavish Marie Antoinette
Extravagantly led the country into debt.
Designed to marry Austria with France,
She led the hapless king a merry dance.
Poor harvests afflicted the farms,
The peasants were all up in arms.
They stormed the Bastille
With militant zeal,
Which triggered off royal alarms.
Although her youthful beauty had been widely prized,
She ended life decapitated and despised.
And that is why you often hear it said,
That avarice can make you lose your head.
16.09.19
'Clerimerick Couplets (Hybrid Form) Poetry Contest' sponsored by Mark Toney
When the happiness they sold you
Is yellowed out tarnished and torn
And still, the bill comes due
On the smile it loaned
With every grin worth saving
Though you may not feel that way
Don't give up because tomorrow
Will be different from today
When the pain in life is throbbing
Another issue up to bat
There's a knocking on your noggin
In fact, you can hear the crack
Before you give up and hand in
What's left of your hero's cape
Don't give up because tomorrow
Will be different from today
When you want to shrug your shoulders
But your afraid you'll lose your head
Where it seems it's the only thing
These days that's still attached
When all you want to do is give up
And the rest just give away
Don't give up because tomorrow
Will be different from today
DIS’CERN
Dis, dis, dis, dissappear,
Is this, this, this, this the year?
Discern, CERN,
Lend your hand or lose your head, discern,
Discern, CERN,
Worlds colide, unseen abide,
discern, CERN.
Dis, dis, dis, dissappear,
This, this, this, is this the year?
Discern, CERN,
Hearts fail for fearing His appearing, discern,
Discern, CERN,
Red moon in glory, end of story, discern,
CERN.
Yesterday, today and tomorrow
The days keep on blurring as the years go
Time is a luxury we do not have
We can only count on the blessing from above
Lucky for us there are so many…
Keep moving forward and don’t count every penny
Live in the moment and don’t regret
Grab every opportunity, but don’t lose your head
Sing to every song and keep dancing in the rain
Never give up, just live through the pain
Tomorrow will be better, I promise this to be true
So stand up, keep your head high and always be you!
A HEART DIVIDED
A heart divided,
Loving two,
Can't decide what to do.
Go with one and leave the other,
Or go with the other and leave the one.
Use your head and lose your heart
Or use your heart and lose your head.
My heart says, "Let it be."
My head says, "Listen to me."
Holding back.
Letting go.
How will I ever know?
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: Feb. 5, 2017
"All Rights Reserved"
4/27/16
Fluctuations and changes in weather
Forever and ever
Together
Through whatever whenever wherever
For the better
Throughout any endeavors
And adventures
While above and below birds of the same and different feathers
Remember
I would never treat you lesser
Anytime anywhere whether it is or is not interstellar
Near or far away from motion sensors
And the range of any metal detectors
Regardless of if anything I wrote was read
Don't forget and respect what I said
I kid you not, look and think instead
But be sure to not lose your head
Over a trivial amount of bread
While the sky and clouds are colored red
As you stand your ground for what is right in order to keep your family fed
Since way back when
And until the end
Increases and decreases in rpm
At the low and high point of the bend
Many many men
Like to say it all depends
Often, instead of now and then
But it is nothing I'd recommend to myself, family or a friend
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
School sucks
I see red,
As I tuck
Them into bed.
Children are fed
Tucked into bed,
The last one down,
His name is Ned.
Act like you're dead,
Make me see red,
What about Ned?
Listen! I said.
You are not dead,
Do what I said,
Like Mr. Ted
And keep us fed.
Don't lose your head,
Make me see red,
You are not dead,
Get out of bed!
Go to school,
Follow the rules,
They're useful tools,
Don't be a fool.
Don't be a fool.
Don't be a mule.
It's just cool,
Follow the rules.
I'm A Poet and I Know It
Miracle Of The Virgins
Some terrorists are silly and depraved
They are promised 40 virgins when they die
If they strap a bomb or two around their waste
Or behead the enemy as they cry
But I don’t know
I've been around the block a couple of times
There are girls of virtue somewhere
But never in my travels did I find, 40 at a time
Well, maybe in the womb
And that’s assuming they’re inclined
To do it with these dirty filthy heathen killing things
Terrorists have sex with deceased camels
They don’t wash their hands after be-headings either
I hate to say bad things about the enemy
But I’m afraid they really and truly stink
Many chopping blocks are out there
It is easy to lose your head and not return
Yesterday was not the day that I was born
And there is something to be learned
Whoever is offering virgins by the dozens
Might as well offer flying unicorns with their cousins
The miracle of the virgins is exactly that
You are lucky to find one or two still living in the womb
And perhaps a couple residing on the moon
Love is beautiful , till the illusion remains.
It's sweet and welcoming,
And calms all your pain.
It sends butterflies that flutter by,
And slowly, it sinks deeper
Leaving you dazed and renewed, never once thinking.
Company, is what makes you stronger.
Untill the company is bored,
And wants you no longer.
That's when it begins.
A downward spiral,
That's when the illusion starts to end.
Suddenly, that exquisite fire,
Withers and dies.
It isnt exquisite anymore, it's just another pyre.
It burns, smoke rises.
Another illusion destroyed,
It falls as ashes, another army deployed.
The fighting, the screaming,
The bloodless bloodshed.
The crying, the weeping, make you lose your head.
Once it's gone , all hell breaks loose .
The saint becomes a sinner,
And the sinner has no fuel.
All promises , forgotten.
All false truth, revealed.
Suddenly , just like that, one becomes two.
LOVE, exists to rise and fall.
Real till it lasts,
Then it's an illusion thats all.
By
Amanda Miller
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