Short Roaches Poems
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dinosaurs long gone..
humans, with bombs, there'll be none..
roaches, billion one!
Rats Racing Roaches
If it's a rat race
Why are all the roaches here
And How many laps
10/17/17
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Most kill roaches,
a few do not….why?
The ones that not,
are gazing up
to the stars in the sky.
Creeping slick as silk
Crimson foxes scour the night
Like screaming banshees.
Mom and pups scatter
Like fluffy roaches fleeing
When we peek outside.
Blub...
The pitter patter of younger feets
They chitter chatter for yummy sweets
Halloween approaches
Chocolate covered roaches
Always a little trick in "my" treats
Garbage Bins
I recommend garbage bins outside to
be spanked, but ...
not publicly. Why? Because
they stink! Roaches and
blow flies might
uphold, defend that action of
spanking.
Time moves quickly as my heart runs freely through the darkness. As dawn approaches my feelings retreat like roaches so I may numb myself to the world and their confused emotions during long days.
Form:
Pet droppings on upholstery
Roaches (they freak me out most preposterously)
Elevators that stall out 'tween floors unexplainably
Jello, most eighties music, bigots, irresponsibility
Insincerity fencing for popularity
Hip hop lion does the jazzy mazzy lazzy dance
Shaking his petootsie like there are roaches in his pants
He has his groove on, and he is not afraid to shine.
Other lions cannot dance like this; we tell them not to whine.
Scuttle scurry
Roaches
Askidaddle to the
Left
Skidaddle to the
Right.
Furious feets
Propelling
Gripping zip
Zero escape
Because
Feee-fi-fo-yum
A roach soon will
Roast
Ex
Ter
Min
Ate
I Live Among Roaches. I see them everyday.
I see them in my home. I see them on the subway.
There's even a few human cockroaches that I have known
and to be honest,
I much more prefer the company of the cockroaches I find in my home.
Not all on earth has great allure:
Roaches, lice, bad eggs, manure.
On dung hills, yet, spring forth sweet flowers.
Therefore, ye wise, employ your powers
to see the world as one great whole,
its fairest face, its warts, an' all.
Pitter patter on with perfect ambiguity
Knowing only the knolls of the knave
Brave, brave sir, mam, beware
Aristotle to Aristocracy, I dare
Peasants pair and say thou prayers
The dusk-walker approaches
You are now, the forgotten little roaches
Rachel
determined, witty, shy, sensitive
sister of Joey, John, and Sydney
lover of animals, writing, and storms
who feels lost, confused, needy
who fears roaches, the dark, elevators
who would like to see ireland, the world, movies
resident of Flomaton, Alabama
Albritton
Constance
Sarcastic, Mother, Loyal, Friend
Daughter of Mikal and Donna
Lover of writing, music, and moonlight
Who feels love, sadness, and hope
Who fears failure, flying roaches, and lonliness
Who would like to see Ireland, Puerto Rico, and Maine
Resident of Beaumont, Texas
Gilmore
Tiffiny
Daughter, Sister, Friend, Listener
Sister of Tabby and Icky
Lover of music, art, and puzzles
Who feels joy, sorrow, and contentment
Who fears broken promises, failure, and roaches
Would like to see Mont Saint-Michel, Ireland, and India
Resident of No-man's Land, Florida
Hagan
I hate putting up with bugs,
From ants to roaches or slugs.
They all creep me out,
And some make me shout.
Life would be great without bugs.
Whether they crawl or they fly,
I wish that they would just die.
I know some are good,
And misunderstood,
But I hate them, that's no lie.
7/28/19
For Kim Rodrigues' "What's
Bugging Me" contest
Is this the Situation Room?
They’re talking of the Big Kaboom.
It must be done to save Ukraine –
though only insects will remain.
Strange species – they decide their fate,
but females don’t participate.
Continents affected – five.
Just flies and roaches will survive.
Aloof, detached, fly on the wall -
I’ll still be here, boys: go burn it all!
Between Campfires and cockroaches
there has been no interaction
Though that is about to change
in a novel reaction
Rebelling against ‘unhealthy marshmallows’
campers worldwide will be ‘roasting roaches’ *
~ starting tomallow
*An 'excellent source of protein.' ~ USDA
The king of the oak mites thought
he was all that, and was gloriously puffed up
Making the roaches laugh, and the leaves shake
Even the caterpillar queens made fun of his arrogance
The princess of the anthill got angry
She had fallen completely smitten under his self-promotion.
You are all jealous of the oak mite king, she chastised us.
We did not mention him again, to her face….
I can’t sleep.
A poem by him.
The days go by like the wind.
Though the wind never passes.
Wind is a cycle, one that can only be broken by our insolence.
I can’t sleep.
Not when the evil of I looks back to me in the mirror.
Why can’t I see a person?
I can only see roaches and rats feasting on this dying planet.
Not even I can see the man in the mirror.
I can only see a raging fire.
It’s just the keyboard and me
as far as I can see
Midnight approaches
armies of rats and roaches
try to inflict their damage
but ‘tis I with the advantage
Once started typing, even to the hideous and insidious
~ a werewolf is totally oblivious
If ever you should get these pest,
You will certainly have no more rest,
For they will soon began to multiply,
faster than grasshoppers or a fly.
Everywhere they will soon be,
Hiding in places you can't see,
Sneaking out at night,
Eating, and then out of sight.
What human wishes them well?
But, pray they all go to hell,
And, no matter how much we spray,
It seems that roaches are here to stay?
Form:
i don't feel like i belong here
ill never get used to this world
or maybe this world will never get used to me
i was birthed from a generation of misunderstood women
screaming in each others ears, conveying emotions beyond what we know
raised by roaches
fed by anger and the organs of my decaying lover
bathed in blood
and wrapped in skin
consumed by a world that can never love me
TAKING A BREAK IN KENYA
toss my hair
roaches parachute
bedward dive
lights now burn
reader's paradise
all night long