Short Swarmed Poems
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Flypaper speckled
Unbridled desire unleashed
Conformity swarmed
Stubborn adherence meets end
Stuck on blind belief and faith
Pudgy Wudgie Cudgy Smudgie Little Pig
Had a mud bath that smelled like fig
Bees swarmed around to see what they could see.
Shy Little Pig got angry and said “Stop looking at me!”
buzzing at my ear
mosquito I thought
swatted at it twice
it swarmed off
a swarm of one
I looked up to see it flee
not a mosquito
a teeny tiny gray hummingbird
why wasn’t it on a flower?
One day in garden
I was digging into dirt
Hit unknown bees nest
I was swarmed, attacked and stung
Running as I ripped off shirt!
Heidi Sands
9/2/21
Placed 3rd in A Buggy Tanka Contest.
Watch out for the lady in the blush pink rose hat I was warned.
But had no idea why, for the lady was lovely and sweet.
It is a truly authentic hat, so giant bumblebees swarmed.
I was flat out running for my life now; there was a lot of heat!
One shade below hot pink crazy
lies the hue of the unreformed;
Sly malcontents always performed
One shade below hot pink crazy;
Instructions on living wildly
incited a shift when they swarmed;
One shade below hot pink crazy
lies the hue of the unreformed.
Things taught black and things taught white
When I was young and caged,
Became a brilliant-colored quilt
When teens rushed through my age.
Things swarmed shadowed shades of gray
Once I turned middle-aged,
Then circled back to black and white
As I became a sage.
The T.V. headlines swarmed
The storm had formed
It was building up more and more
It caused quite an encore
The wind brushed itself against us
The water forced itself upon us
The screams were muflled by the waves
Putting people to there graves
Our homes are gone
Can we still go on?
Form:
A blush. And sweet of breath;
From out her own
Thymey and thick fielded
Aired nursery.
Earth mother's, a mother's
Seed. Lately sprung.
Fair stalk! One less, since then
Spun round, swarmed of
No held back visitor!
Butterfly. Bee.
Joint recalled. Flooded; drowned.
Rains, tears among.
Let some hope dreams reach arms
first,
Yet come cope. Seems each charm
burst
Frets from dopes' schemes. Speech
harms worst.
Debts numb popes. Teams preach
warm thirst;
Wet rum. Roped beams breech
barms! Cursed
Vets hum mopes! Streams leech!
Farms nurse
Pet bums? Nope! Gleams screeched
swarmed hearse!
Form:
Frog and elf at river’s edge
Did some square dancing on a ledge
Frog fell in and elf jumped on his back.
They rode around the pond without a snack.
I need some flies the frog finally begged.
The elf threw down and broke a rotten egg.
Flies swarmed the egg, and elf captured the flies.
Frog had a tasty treat, and was thrilled, no lies!
My mind coalescence into a mush
Flies of the past reeling to the present
My used head doesn’t want to give a push
Only the butterflies leave such a dent
The fields of the lost mind are very lush
Doesn’t show progress that others have lent
My head is swarmed with little bugs, mildly
Showing the pain and tearing directly
Russell Sivey
was sitting out back
...in the screened area...
on the deck
...watching the sun set...
camera at hand
...as insects swarmed...
dragon flies hovered
...darted and feasted...
then rested on bushes
...wings glistening...
in the setting sun light
...shining as diamonds...
of some past winters ice
...a treasure of nature...
making photos so nice
stan sand
Tickled toes consume her tulle
Shell gems of replenishment
Roll readily, her threaded spool
Thighs swarmed by her punishment
21st September 2020
For: Rithimus Divisa
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
Extracted from 'Tulle Strewn Universe'
original, September 2020
Black LOVE
My head rested
on the pillow of her smooth skin.
She opened the curtains of her being,
My hands slip into indulgence while
they explored her expansive dark skin.
With half words she whispered moans,
followed by screams of passion.
With her shadow I bounded, as she
swarmed waters of our endless longing passed.
By
Jay Johnson
Right now in Nigeria
People reject The Rear
Or just say The Rear fear
And warn their Treasured Dear
Never to The Rear near...
No Fine Hats; Plain Head Gear
Instead of Good Gun, Spear
Meeting Familiar Beer,
Where only Paupers cheer…
Right now in Nigeria
Love begins with A Leer
For Enrichment A Seer…
Right now in Nigeria
Spirit - Swarmed Fearsome Ria
And Bandits that flesh sear!
The rain came down,
The pond overflowed
Through village paths.
The fishes, reared with patient care
Swarmed to freedom.
They darted through rills and drains,
Caught in casting nets,
Some speared in the yards,
Where rushing streams swept by.
The farmer, with hurried stride
Through drains and rills,
Tried to catch fish,
Casting his gaze with weary aim,
Pondering where the fishes gone .
Halloween gnome named Cheesy collected black bats
They swarmed around him as if he were tuna fish cats
We could not figure it out, but it happened like crazy
Cheesy was a baker, up early, never a teensy bit lazy
Maybe it was his scones, his muffins and such
But bats adored Cheesy, they liked him ever so much
They glommed onto him every month, not just Halloween
They landed on his knees, his neck, forever with him seen.
A few bones and the pelt are left,
buzzards took the rest.
No doubt, the stray
must have been weakened
by sickness.
The grass is very green around the remains,
a light dew refreshes vigorous blades,
the morning gleams.
If it had been summer
bugs would have swarmed the carcass already,
but on a fine day in November
the dead stand out,
clearly noticeable, impressed distinctly,
upon the land
by bright blue skies.
I am a gentleman but I watch two ladies from afar,
I place all the words they say into a special mind jar,
But now one of them is upset about the other woman,
So she wants to bail out and run as fast as they can.
Since they feel respected and taken care of like they should,
She is being a big suck since I have been behaving good,
Yet she is being swarmed and called some sort of queen,
When we know the real of truth of what is not even seen.
Stare
Stare
A murder of Drone Crows
Swarmed above the protest
Swivelling above the crowd
Pausing on targets identified
Hacking into their brain implants
"Disperse!"
"Disperse!"
Messages sent along descending
Neural pathways to their feet
Crow demands!
Directive tingles, itches
Pepper smoke
Released
Compliance accomplished
Mission complete...
Crows stack in darkened alleys
Waiting for
Next ignition commands
Stare
Stare
Gold leaf falling from the promising tree
Brisk breeze of an October fall.
The birds loud in their fallow,
With the changing season of tommorow.
The branches cling on for hope
But snap and crack in their amnesty.
The green fields now swarmed
With sienna and yellow flakes, they elope.
The wind ever changing and harping it's song,
Not timid in it's sense and spirit.
Forever swiftly evolving it's trope,
From the whisper of dusk to the darkest of dawn.
Valentines night
Dad's step on the porch
in the dark, passing the windows
we look up from our work
he has an extra case
what?
what is in it?
Dad is swarmed with paper hearts
sticky glue
and candy sayings
hugs and kisses
dinner
then he quietly goes back into the hall
and brings to his oldest a shiny case
oh her heart beats hard
and she flips the locks
for she knows...
her own violin
scent of wood
endless possibility of music
* for rachel
Listening to the quiet,
Louder than your silence,
Completely torn in shreds,
All the lying and defiance.
Listening to the screeches,
So quiet full of pain and vulgar,
Agonizing salt in my wounds,
More gentle than the thunder.
But lightening struck last night,
And all the bats swarmed around me,
Biting and severe affliction,
Brought me down to my knees.
I listened to the quiet,
The silence was a protest,
Louder than your absence,
My heart screaming..
-unexpressed.
I was sitting by a river
When trash came floating by
Chased by hungry seagulls
And pigeons on the fly
Plastic caps were littered
Along the riverside
Among the many corpses
Of birds that ate and died
Mosquitoes swarmed upon me
They drained one pint at least
The gnats and flies surround me
And take their time to feast
The scene became so tragic
A tear came to my eye
I could not help but wonder
Why God failed to make trash fly
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©MMXVII Rico Leffanta