Mayfly Poems - Poems about Mayfly

In the next life if reincarnated as a mayfly I am designated it's good enough for me with nothing but fun for twenty-four hours (under the sun) until the race is run bonking here bonking there I'll be bonking everywhere non-stop until I drop ...

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Epigrams V Are mayflies missed by mountains? Do stars applaud the glowworm’s stellar mimicry? —Michael R. Burch Teach me to love: to fly beyond sterile Mars to percolating Venus. —Michael R. Burch Byron was not a shy one, as peacocks run. —Michael R. Burch When I visited Lord Byron's residence at Newstead Abbey, there were peacocks running around the grounds, which I thought appropriate. Less Heroic...

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"This week is Awareness Weak," ... by the Poet. the first time ever interview with a mayfly we've time can we talk ......

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Mayfly ——————————————————————— A mayfly landed on my arm today, It investigated the old scars that cover me And asked “for what reason?”. I was unsure how to reply, So I just stared longingly at the bug. “The heavens have abandoned me, I am alone in this world And I have no more reason to be here” I reply. “If the heavens have...

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Amazing to be glorious mayfly Skimming over wetlands and ponds People look at my wings and sigh Iridescent colours I wield like a wand. 'tis sad my life is really fleeting I do so love these sunny hours Short, my life, but very pleasing End is nigh in summer shower. Pixabay image by: Prawny...

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Our first kiss was a deathless Mayfly. Ten years onward, we sit in a Doctor's waiting room as sniffling strangers. She smells of baby-puke. Sometime later, she tries to sell me a cellphone in Radio Shack (still no recognition). Sadly Radio Shack, like long forgotten kisses, is now a dead Mayfly....

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Note: Expanded version of Mayfly Martyrs Such an ethereal beauty. Petite in size but large on life. One would not expect its duty is solely for procreation. Yes, just this one, and nothing more, certainty is its life’s station. Each stage is mostly aquatic, feeding on plants and detritus. Its life cycle quite dramatic. Swarming thick as oozing slurries, males hover above clear water. Intrigued, the young...

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Such an ethereal beauty. Petite in size but large on life. One would not expect its duty is solely for procreation. Yes, just this one, and nothing more, certainty is its life’s station. Swarming thick as oozing slurries, males hover above clear water. Intrigued, the young female hurries. Emerging the gray mass, nightmarish, lays her eggs, then crumples lifeless. The males sail to land and perish....

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MAYFLY Just a day is all he is given No surprise  wings so driven! Dragonfly, trout lie in wait In turn the Angler casts his bait. Never even time to eat His existence is so very fleet, Pass his genes, all else forsaking, Millions of  years in the making. Duty done and time to die, The river slowly drifts...

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so how was your life yeah i was expecting more the day went so fast By David Kavanagh ...

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a mayfly moment an ephemeral goal to preserve their breed to five minutes of life 2019 September 04...

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A deep wooded valley, heavily condensed with enriching moisture, and more importantly, teeming with an assortment of life, of every size, shape, and species. One such life just awoke and has spread its delicate see-through sheen-like white wings. It is looking up at the star-laden night sky. It oo's and ah's at the splendor of...

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Today is for raising verve and fervor Today is not for the self but for the serving Today is a rag squeezed completely dry Today is for finding out the what and why The soul's search continues on this day The right door opens when you're on the right way Grab the bull by the horns and smell the roses Keep your...

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Sun begins to wake Mayfly on a summer day final kiss goodbye...

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Pomegranates in full bloom on this splendid afternoon. Mayfly sways on blade of grass. Lazy clouds floating past. Sunlit pond, still as glass. If this day could only last....

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