Proboscis Poems | Examples

Meadow Butterfly

The butterfly, its crimson mottled wings
flitting in the delicate Autumn breeze;
uncurled proboscis taking sweet nectar
from early dawns, newly opened daisies
does not regard the corpses of the men
whose dead eyes ever stare the grass below
fresh attention-seeking meadow flowers.
Men's bodies yet unclaimed, save for ravens
who do outpace the sunshine-seeking flies
and vacillating mothers, sisters, wives
to take an early feast of tongues and eyes.
They watched from high upon a sunlit hill
the eve before, gold sun on flashing blade,
the yet unhacked brawny sinuous limbs
rip through the waves of verdant sweeping green.
And all but them were silent for a while
the wind had stopped, the cawing of the crows,
the crickets chirp, the children's playful laugh,
until the clash of steel on steel on flesh.
The butterfly, its crimson mottled wings
lifted by the delicate Autumn breeze
is taken to a meadow fresh and new.

- Hanging For Honey -

    The
    rich joy
    of the earth's
    diversity
    The clover meadow
    a wildflower delight
    Snapshot of bumblebees drinking
    valuable nectar liquid
    Sucking through its narrow proboscis
    June is the time for our dreams to come true

MY YELLOW BUTTERFLY

[Note : For FINISH MY POEM CONTEST
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Tuesday 15/4/25
1st two verses by Mystic Rose Rose ]

(3rd Placing in Contest)

As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew  
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
 
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue 
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true 

Two papyrus thin wings of buttercup yellow 
she flutters in and out of my garden Heart
it is freedom she brings, cares not for bellow
I crave to join her, finish my art, baking tarts

Her proboscis deliciously delicately long
into a lonely red rose she inserts it so precise 
inspiring me to dance to a super Spring song
her wings like my breath dissipates every vice  

Oh Butterfly ! Take me with on your fanciful flight
daisy fields, mountain streams to desired Eden
let’s go where no cares air, just serene sights 
fairies composing tunes for whispering women !

Golden Gust Glow

Where bold breezes blow a wondrous world awakes,
they swaddle silken scenes that surround so many,
fresh air is an awesome advantageous aspect all told,
it inspires instantly without waver whatsoever,
empowered  energetic edge to species human,
and amazing animals as one might often observe,
inhale invigorating images imbued that tantalise the rapt rambler,
magic meadow mindfulness gets a great gee up,
from  well-found winds which waft,
woo and weave surreal semblance sumptuous,
when poets pause perhaps divine delightful dizains descend,
iridescence infinite inkling  as angel aura  atmospheres alights,
gust of golden genesis glad guest most warmly welcome,
shell  strewn sea shore surface swept,
kaleidoscopic knots kindle conduits creative channel,
bard on boundless beach befitting  benefit,
oodles of ornate overarch saline squall sequesters,
petrichor’s proboscis pleasure pick up post downpour,
quixotic quintessential quest quenched by fabulous fairytale flurry,
daylight dazzle’s deft dip driven by draught

Calmer Chameleon

Please don’t think that I can’t see you
As I’ve got the most incredible eyes
Which move independently from each other
Although I’m known as a master of disguise!

I reside with my family in Madagascar
In rain forests where I live up a tree
I can change colour when I want to  
So I’ll blend so you may not see me!

I adore eating lots of tasty insects
I catch them when I shoot out my tongue
It can project twice the length of my body
I’m very proud of my proboscis so long!

I am very adept at tree climbing
My prehensile tail acts as a fifth limb
I’m so lucky to live high up in the trees 
My forest habitat is my very own gym!

Infestation of Critters

Nearly thirty inches below normal of rain this year
It's caused an infestation of critters who lurk near
Droning on and on, annoyingly buzzing in my ear
Waiting for the chance to stick me with their spear

With needle sharp weapons, like the point of a pen
Round and round my head they fly, again and again
I need hands to swat at them... the size of Big Ben
or maybe freeze them with liquid nitrogen or cryogen

Oh, bad mosquitoes! What a big proboscis they possess
Despite their intent, they've failed to cause me stress
Such wicked bites will never leave me a bloody mess
When they've fallen at my feet, I'll just say, "God bless."

I don't live in fear of them because it's all a charade,
the army of bloodsuckers, who seem to be on a crusade
to defy peace in every home, they've chosen to invade
So, it's time to zap the pesky insects with a can of Raid

Ecchymosis

inflamed by its sputtering,
cavity muttering-
opened by oaken and metal frame fluttering,
lapsing from pavement and pierced into meat.

uttered uncomfortably, aortas ushering,
sizing in varicose clumps that then gush and bleed-
underneath-
addling- 
marrow now callousing,
blood pools in pockets that rise then fall avidly,
omen of tragedy-
spilling haphazardly-
out through the holes in the abdomen cavity,
ribs weaving in with the antlers and atrophy, 
breaching the velum, the lungs, and the tapestry
matting the fur and impairing anatomy,
mottled in apathy-
unsatisfactory,
violently waning to seize.

soothing the battery
bathed in a subtlety
gathering suddenly,
proboscis covering-
over the spills-
haemolacria bubbling,
butterfly, moth, and diptera now summoning-
spreading, embedding their needles and string.

bleating, unfleeting lachryphagous meaning,
now turning the pool to a flowering weave.

Food Food Glorious Food

Food, food, glorious food
Eating is such a wonderful thing
No matter what time of day it is
Wolfing down makes my dear heart sing

Why I get out of bed each day
The smell of bacon frying away
Follow my proboscis to the kitchen
Where Cathie's prepares brekkie each day

It's that oh so heavenly smell
Footsies don't even touch the floor
Gliding down the stairs like a nymph
So enthralled like many mornings before

I sit down and dear dear Cathie
Serves me brekkie that's fit for a king
Burst out with, “What a Beautiful Morning”
As we both raise our voices and sing

A delightful scene, albeit unusual
It's how we Ellisons start off the morn
Singing and dancing and kissing and stuff
Makes me so overjoyed to be born

Food, food, glorious food
Eating is such a wonderful thing
No matter what time of day it is
Wolfing down makes my dear heart sing

The Determination and the Sway

Oh, I could watch this all day.
The determination and the sway.
The purple of flower and buzz of bee.
This is a sight that satisfies me.

As it lands and takes hold
Proboscis extended into the lilac mold.
And then it finds another flower
Parallel dances in the breeze.
Amazing to see, nature’s little majesty. 

Oh, I could sit here in the sun.
Spend hours watching each and everyone
Little bundles of life’s energy.
Collecting pollen to make honey.
A joy to behold, a treat to see. 
Lavender being caressed by little bees.

Predatory Penguins

Particularly peripatetic
penguins pursue pharmacological
possibilities perusing polar
predator proboscis predilections,
predominantly picking putrified,
phenobarbital-packed perch-piece puree
packings, provocatively presented.

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I wish I could have gotten a rhyme in there as well,
but that's an alliterative Pleiades with 10-syllable lines.

It's also a near summary of the latest escapades over on
the collaborative limerick thread in forums...

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Little Insects Little Bugs

Nature's small insects cute and rude
Garden blooms gathering food  

Butterflies' sweet nectar seeks,
Beneath sun's outstretched blond streaks

Where, yet a spider does hide
Silvery web shadows bide

Night is flashing lighting bugs
Tall grass leaves their heartfelt hugs

Dragonfly's wings weave and fades
Sunlight shining rainbow shades

Termites creeping in woodwork
Silent destroyers as they lurk

Beetle strength squirms in its murk
Fine powder they scratch and chirk

Cicadas incessant whining
Shedding its clear shell lining

Mosquito's blood hungry dining
Ill for which I've been pining

Cricket's chirp amid tall sheaves
Hidden inside curling leaves

A ladybug among a rose  
Sweet aroma zephyr blows 

Tiny creatures bombinate 
Among flowers as they ate



1/18/2022

'Insects' Contest Info
Sponsor	Angela Tune

All bugs are insects but, all insects are not bugs. True bugs belong to the order Hemiptera under the class Insecta. The main difference between bugs and insects is that bugs are the insects having proboscis, which can be used to suck food whereas insects have other mouthparts adapted for chewing or sponging.

The Fly

Six legs, a pair of wings,
a million eyes,
an insect malign.
See,
there it rests upon my naked knee,
its proboscis pumping,
sucking up my precious blood,
and spreading a thousand micro-organisms
that feed upon our fair and sunny isle.
How I loathe and detest your very sight.
There you are,
     flying around,
          hovering
                 landing,
                      tickling,
                          teasing.
A slap,
but craftily you fly away.
Once such a slap had found its mark,
and Blake saw
life's uselessness
without the reassuring force of worthwhile thought.
A brush and your ancestor died.
Oh, would that fate befall you too,
that you would die,
so I'll find peace...
and calm.
 
 
Note: The reference to Blake is another poem by the same name, naturally much better than mine, written by William Blake, English poet and published in 1794 in a book entitled "Songs of Experience".

Bee's Making Love To Apples-

Have you seen,  have you ever seen an apple;
Make sweet love to a honey bee;
Before you see;
It's beautiful ;
The insertion;
of it's proboscis,
In the Apple's mesocarp-endocarp heart;
Kissing it!
Absorbing it!
Ooh, ahh, yum!
Delicious juices;
Sap so precious;
Ooh, so delicious; 
Vitamins B's high amount of C's blessed;
Sweet Anthophila
Kisses and loves Malus Domestica;
Ooh, yum my darling, (sweet)

5/15/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Night Stalker

He enters a home, while they sleep tonight 
Staking out rooms, not touching the lights 
The scent of essence, heightens attraction
His insatiable instinct, demands satisfaction 

Safely in bed, firearm tucked between pillows
Undeterred, He senses a breath as it billows
Wait distraction, another choice has arisen 
Spoilt rotten tonight, on his insidious mission 

Sweeter attraction, something else is in bed
Perspiration of fornication, on a lovers head
Cannot control incredible urge, now he strikes
Into bare flesh, sinking a proboscis like knife 

That’s it yes, over and over, keeps stabbing 
Finally a blood vessel pulses, calms attacking 
Oh the bliss, that’s found in orgies of gore,
Just then a slap, damn mosquito’s no more. 

Podium placing promise(6) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand 11/01/2021
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