Short Antennas Poems

fifties rabbit ears
aluminum antennas
adjust them just right...

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antennas up down 
                                     walks a very few distance 
                                           rests to get signal...

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He was a mean old football coach
Who always had an odd approach
His antennas were long
His mouth was all wrong
His faced featured a giant cock-roach...

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Great purple hairstreak
purple tip
Adonis blue
clouded yellow
four gorgeous insects with God-painted wings
Slender symmetrical ebony antennas
Known as butterflies...

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receive
we receive
the days
as snow

they occur
as blizzard
they accrue
in drifts

and all
of us all like
antennas sometime
all the time

when the signals
build
when the windsheer
shutters

rush
on tuning
rush
we drift...

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Trapped like ants within a crystal hill
armed antennas scrape the facets, 
we linger back lit raving,
for the giant's foot fall.
Gargantuan god
see micro we,
please resist
stomp not,
free.


Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Date 6/7/2012
Contest: Imagination...

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mom always put a snail snack into my lunchbox
made of apples, peanut butter, and celery.
The best parts were the eyes; they were chocolate chips.
She never put in more than two.
A snail only has two eyes, right?
I ate the antennas too; they were made of pretzels.
Always licked off the peanut butter,
Diligently threw away the apple and celery....

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MOTH

silly little things,
with nighttime wings,
corrupting 
wool clothes.
audacity to land
on my screen door.
but this poet
finds one,
passed out
on the floor.
wants to examine
its wings.
where she would
have thrown, this
miniscule plane out,
without
a second thought.
pressing
it into pages,
two flighty wings.
antennas that feel,
a great deal, of
silly little things.

8/11/2017...

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Spontaneous ladies,
embellished by eons,
illusive, enchanting,
with black velvet "eyes,"
and fringed yellow cloaks,
sparkling with diamonds
at midnight and dawn,
Oh, fly me away from
my grey-flooded days,
from the four-lane race
and the file drawer maze.
Fly me away from 
the chain of the clock
and the sink of necessities.
Bring me in spirit
to magical rendezvous,
to dance by the glint
of the moon on the marsh,
hiding from fireflies,
nudging antennas....

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Bees
September 2016

Bees live in colonies that contain one queen bee
There are 20,000 species of bees u see
They smell with their antennas and have the same agenda
To work 365 days and Scare away predictors with a hive wave
the worker bee and the male drone
Never leave Miss Queen Bee alone
In the sky he continues to fly
Till he finds her home in the breeze, Up high in the trees
Worker bees clean the hive, collecting pollen and nectar 
They promise to never neglect her...

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I ask why I live in a flask
To hide my pride 
To chide and deride every task
Better to stem my indifference tide.

I ask why I feed on crumbs
To lead a life lost in poverty
To bite and fight my own thumbs
When in style I can bask in novelty.

I ask why I love in secret
To osculate in dark corners
To communicate like an egret
To conceal my amity antennas.

I ask why I earn peanuts
To eke out a meagre living
To metamorphose friends into butts
Of my banter when I need forgiving....

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