Wasps Poems

Mr Wasps Dinner Jacket

What a snazzy dinner jacket you have Mr. Wasp.
He was flattered I think, this powerful boss.
Men are rarely confident enough to wear flowers I said.
And your amazing vest is striped, black, yellow and red.
You are dapper and distinguished I told the insect.
He was ready for white gloves, and a gentle inspect.

Wished

Ted is a novice when skating on ice
Kept slipping and falling twenty times twice
Body shattered and battered
And his teeth were all scattered	
Prayed the tooth fairy will give a good price

Soups and soft food is all he can now eat
But he fancied something that is more sweet
Poured treacle in a large cup
Then quickly drank it all

Rum N Raisin 6 - Dances With Wasps

Those kittens bounded through the flap and started to play
Raisin said the flowers look so pretty today
She went to sniff a daisy but an insect flew out
And so she hollered, “Watch out, Rum, there’s waspies about!”

The buzzy critter hovered, staring her in the eye
And Raisin started flapping like she thought she might fly
The tiny demon

Basking Robins and Droning Wasps

Late afternoon October 15th, 2022
a spring like day
witnessed nature in surround sound,
whereby reflection spurred
reminiscence about similar weather
a few years ago when...

Serious intent to read
latest issue of TIME magazine
found attention pleasantly distracted,
when I became keenly aware
of flora and fauna bursting,

blooming, buzzing, and twittering
oblivious to yours truly sitting stock still
in folding lawn chair
marveling at each budding
natural born

Here Come the Wasps

A gentle droning fills the officers’ club
Here come the wasps, someone says
A silence fills where conversations were
Some of the officers walk to the windows
To gawk at the new WASPS

Wasps

dry lavender blooms
       				      pruning season underway...
            			            painful paper-wasp
      		      

Aristophanes: a Playwright I Adore

Aristophanes, my favourite Attic writer, 
When he had pen in hand, was a fighter
Politics and poetics: his precious topics
I know not politics, he loved but poetics

Aristophanes, my favourite Attic writer,
Clung this man to clouds I know tighter
For his Clouds disperse all our doubts 
But his Birds shroud my eyes with clouds 

Aristophanes, my favourite Attic

Underfoot

One Does not forget
The yellow and black
Stomping under foot

in the woods
I look back

Running on a pre school walk
Stumbling into honey bees
Wandering amongst the trees
I am stung and yet un-sung

Singing before swear words began
Now, lounging with wet milk on
my lips in more cautious sun shine
I crush those who wish me harm

for we are both afraid.

This poem

Mud Daubers Unwelcome

Hornets came flying in from all directions
Skidding to a stop, showing no kinds of affections. 

They filled the kitchen, they filled the hall.
The wasps joined them and had a ball.

The mud daubers heard and tried to crash.
Which was truly pushy and rather rash.

A fight ensued, they stung each other almost to death.
I heard this account

Attracted To the Porch

beautiful garden attracts flying beasts
butterflies, dragonflies, luna moths
Some of them spill onto the porch
Where they nest inside the wood
railings are dangerous
deep inside are perched
flower loving
mud dabbers
hornets
wasps

Wasps Five Me Zero

Skinny miniature dive bombers commandeered my porch today.
Their command center is in the hollows of my porch’s railings.
I watch them wasp-stepping in formation 
around on a tiny wooden table that holds two cans of wasp spray.
Now they are parading around the side of one of the green spray cans.
Taunting me with their arrogance.
Between the front

The Intelligence of Wasps

The wasps are back 
in full force
commandeering my porch
They do this yearly

They buzz my ears
terrorizing me
trying to chase me back into the house
so they can have the porch for themselves

I paid for the porch
not completely, but I am still paying for it.
not the wasps

I look at the can of wasp spray
which two of the wasps

Like a Platypus

on a sunny shiny day sitting outside in the garden
sipping nectar on a chair at a round outdoor table on the lawn
with my mom, someone else becomes interested in me

I'm only 3 and Fuzzy is my best friend
a stuffed platypus her companionship I didn't want to end
the sweetness of my lips was what attracted my

Basking Robins and Droning Wasps

Serious intent to read
latest issue of TIME magazine
found attention pleasantly distracted,
when I became keenly aware
of flora and fauna bursting,

blooming, buzzing, and twittering
oblivious to yours truly sitting stock still
in folding lawn chair
marveling at each budding
natural born architect and engineer

each respective constituent
living organism engrossed
delicate as deft potters crafting chinaware
observing good and
plenti hive nesting reverential species
trumpeting suave and

Spring, the Benefit of Wasps

(Spring) The Benefit Of Wasps

Spring is Fridays
nine O'clock gulump 
of cool beer 

fresh blue jeans 
promises of pleasure, .

buds on a twig 
trembling soft air – 

first touch of loves
fingertip on flesh. 

torture of anticipation 
ecstasy and hum 

diamond green 
and magic moonlight 
painting on silver.

A song birds damp breath
a warmth of 
Saturday morning bedding

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