Short Stingers Poems
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Soaring with stingers,
Unsuspecting tiny strikes,
Bee’s protect their hives.
Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 05/19/2009
If I could design my garden pests, I would have pink tobacco hornworms
Rainbow striped lady bugs, and bees carrying dusters instead of stingers
The faeries would wipe their feet on my dahlias and call me Trixie
The grasses massaged our feet
Till the hissers crawled beneath
Such a boastful way to greet.
The darkness reigned with silence
Till the stingers made an entrance
Such a pompous way to dance.
It's about time we re-establish our dominance
Twenty long desert years
sweeping scorpions into their pits
over and over and over again
Now the sweepers are leaving in haste
not enough blood money to be made.
Scorpions are pouring back out of their pits
Stingers held high above the heads of Biden's Bedouins-
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Male bees are useless layabouts
Gather no nectar or pollen
Can't feed themselves
Have no stingers
Yet World War III
Will be fought with a swarm
Of a billion, billion drones
Some made of cardboard
Mind how the malingers
Have risen, supplanting
Planes, ships, tanks, missiles and subs
Itchy bitsy ouch;
Bug bite Bee stings hornet nest;
Itchy scratchy pest;
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So I fear those bees;
and mosquitoes and hornets;
With a scary mouths,
and rife stingers ticks and flies;
they do buzz, sting and bite I’m frightened;
9/3/21/ 2021©
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consider bees
bees with stingers,
humming, swarms of bees
resound their presence
inviting hysteria
among the bees
are butterflies
who play out their lives
absorbed in silence
performing musical bliss
moving from task to task
without making a sound
inspiring peace
bees and butterflies
both get the song sung
but butterflies are
the rest notes
on my garden staff
selah
Best human-less picnic we have ever had!
Humans beings are too big and their feet stink.
Ant said, "they pass gas and blow us around for days."
"They walk on our relatives, killing them," said beetle..
All in favor of human-less picnics, say “aye”.
The grasshopper, ladybug and moth yelled “AYE!”
Grasshopper and lady bug agreed that was the best way.
Wasp and sweat bee were the hold outs, they liked using their stingers.
With a tweet and twiddle,
something sweet and little,
a birdie tells you to be wise
and never tell whopping lies.
Learn well from a natural tell.
Buzzing hives will honey swell.
Dangerous queens and wingers.
Avoid lovely-lively stingers!
Be wise, not afraid of the night.
bright as stars and super-moonlight.
The owl lifts you when your down-low,
woot-woots as bravo-brave you grow.
3/17/2021
I guess I just missed entering!
Incessant drizzle soak pith
of each and every dense tree
in evergreen forest where
moss, algae, lichens paints lush
hues of green, blue and rich brown
While wet birds forget to sing
glistening snakes search shelter
termites, ants, crawlers, stingers
start climbing slippery trees
inundated forest floor
Near to dusk, a shy sun shaft
reaches decayed fallen log
adding chill to eerie air
a great gray owl looks at me
I count my heart-beats to dawn
Lone traveller in a danger zone
Blades slashes in a place she calls home
Fixing scars oppressing her thin skin
Stretching arms for a spark to fit in
With a frail shield she walks her way
Lids begging tears to stay away
‘Nay’ they say rolling down for a kiss
Weak, tired and and in search of a bliss
Stingers, venoms, and claws cast on her
Tall she stood for them to deter
Above she looks for her north star
She could not reach for it was too far
I gave you a box of giggling clowns.
To make you laugh during all the downs
I gave you a spray of golden fins.
To swim far away from your jagged jinn.
This cracked heart you'll never have.
For it has turned into a pulsing hive.
A bouquet of hornets at the ready.
To sting away your whitewashed lies.
The windchimes are chilled and quiet now.
Gone are the stingers and giggling clouds.
A pile of dust where there once lay fleece.
I pray that you'll straddle a ragged peace.