Poor Wasp
Yesterday, after one o’clock, I travelled home
It was daytime. Lioness Line. From Harlesden
To Wembley Central. Saturday. Was short shift
Many people are on the overground. I'm just standing
Watching, panoramic window, flying landscape, city
Cityscape. Hmm. I love these moments. My life
Poor life. But I wouldn’t change my life for anyone
So rich. Insights. Emotions. Impressions. Matters
All of them mine. Hmm. Very special these moments
It’s good to be a free thinker. Amazing life. Independent
Hmm. Oh, I forgot something. The title. The poem title
Poor wasp tried to find the way. But it was a closed space
This wasp was desperately looking for a way out of the train
Oh, suffering being. Felt panic. 34.42 kilometers. Its distance
From Euston to Watford Junction. I hope this wasp arrived
Again
into the
hornet’s
nest
Dear wasp
My lifemate
I wish you
All the best
had an antique mailbox drilled to the house
darling and cute with an enormous surprise
If you lift the mail flap, you will know that I can be a louse.
Mud daubers will fly out and sting both your eyes.
A wasp stung
my ring finger
Place of the ring!
My hand is double
Sharp acid pain
This is a sign
Oh, save me!
I am afraid!
Save me, Light!
what is wriggling under my bare foot?
oh goodie a wasp
hooray hooray
in the bedroom on my carpeting
lovely
I used a piece of cardboard and flipped it outside onto the porch
my puppy went after it
another life lesson for him
mud dauber’s nest readily in sight
hanging out of chubby bird wind chime
if I knock it down, I will be attacked by wasps
anticipating their stings, I walk silently away
no more porch railings
mud daubers are unhappy
seasonal home gone
frenzied mud dauber
porch railings are no longer
we are the killers
he bores hole in post
angry about the railings
what will they call home
will he sound alarm
will army wasps come to fight
dejected he leaves
She is much sexier than the queen
The hive was all abuzz
This Marilyn Monroe-like wasp
Was the woman that never was.
The drones almost stopped working
When sexy wasp came into the hive
I think several of them passed out
At last count it was eighty-five
Seldom do we think about you,
Wasp, dear, though you're God's creature too;
Might be owing your severe sting,
And, then, your flash-like sudden fling;
We add to our aversion, strong,
Who does, hence, dare to hear your song...?
Laborers, like honey-bees, smart,
Queen seated at the cool comb-heart;
All in familial love-bond,
None from the other does abscond;
Your colony is a wonder,
None could enter there to plunder...!
Symbol of rising above plights,
Reaching all limitless of heights;
Aiming at fresh evolution,
Declining from involution;
You have morals to teach creatures,
With your fashionable features...!
30 June 2022
gold rays of vengeance
fly jet speed betwixt flowers ---
venomous sun shine
29 June 2022
I have a can of wasp and hornet spray on my desk
It says killer on it.
Do I feel guilty?
Not a bit.
Will I use it?
Oh, yes!
During the day the wasps hide out in cracks and crevices.
But when my computer is on at night, they creep out of their places.
Landing on my screen, startling me.
Like flying mice only more deadly.
When they land on my arm I have to resist the urge to swat them.
I have been stung before.
Most unpleasant.
I reach from the green can,
at the ready.
My energy I conserve,
Not for the guests seats
I have yet to reserve
Nor for their paid meat
I should carefully preserve…
Squarely for the nice treat
My boys deserve.
Their negligence I’ve grasped
And at it gasped
And hands of shock clasped!
Now, my voice to be a rasp
And my sting that of a wasp:
Welts to on skin break out,
Pain-enduring lips pout;
In drug stores no liniment
For their energy-backed punishment.
Savvy wasp hornet killer spray
Feeling good it’s what I bring her.
Squirting a stream so far away
Grandma watch out for the stinger!
Panic is a longing to live long,
Yet, a betraying of one not being strong;
All the way leading to a taunting song
From persons who panic judge a wrong;
Who when others duly panic
Unduly continue to picnic,
Honestly taking a Sinking Titanic
For a thing to its peril mimic.
But is one to panic or gasp
Or for that matter fearful hands clasp,
When one has seen not a snake
Nor the as rubbery but fake:
When rather it is some irksome wasp,
Whose clear differences we grasp?
Another neighbour in the building
I saw him from my balcony.
He Twisted up a plastic bag
and carefully hid it, under the tree.
He went back to his car and waited,
Then eventually, drove away.
I waited for hours until it was dark
To see if someone would collect it that day
When no one ever came to see
I gave up and went to bed.
Dreams of what could be inside
Racing through my curious head.
Morning came and I had to know
Of me, my nosiness got the best.
I ran outside and untwisted the bag
To find a very lively nest.
I dropped the bag and ran like hell!
Angry wasps were everywhere!
Now the only part I want to know
Is why he put it there....
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