From Robert Lee Brewer:
For today’s prompt, pick an insect (any insect), make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Praying Mantis,” “Ants,” and “Grasshoppers.” I’ll even except other creepy crawlies, like spiders, slugs, and leeches (shiver). Sorry in advance if this prompt gives you the heebie-jeebies; feel free to use insect repellent in your verse.
ReplyDeleteApr 13 at 12:47 PM
There's something strange going on around here
It involves the honey bee I fear
When a male has sex with the queen
He loses his penis at the scene.
Alas this is true for goodness sake
She leaves a lot of penises in her wake
I'm so glad of human males this is not true
Because I'd have a lot of explaining to do!
LMAO. You are soooo baaaad. I love it!!!
DeleteYou gave me the first good healthy laugh of the day!!! Terrific poem!!!
DeleteToo funnee!!!Thanks for the giggles.
Deletethink i dated this honey bee. don't tell me she was called sammie? - take care honey - paul.
DeleteSecrets slither down
ReplyDeletehallways concealed by doorways
eclipsed by shadows.
Her red lips, red hair
red dress, shimmer in dim light
as the door opens.
"Stop," she cautions, then
views the intruder, smiles
with invitation.
Case of mistaken
identity, so like him,
she discerns too late
it was not bright, door
unlocked, unprotected. One
can intrude unheard.
"Pizza?" he inquired.
Pepperoni, sausage. Smells
waft across the room.
Memories flood her
senses, family dinners,
Friday gatherings.
"So like your father,"
she says, "thought you were a ghost
come back to haunt me."
"I battle that ghost
each day." her visitor puts
forth. "He's never gone."
A good deal of time
has passed since their last meeting
yet they do not touch.
"You should, could, have warned,
prepared my marrow for this
abrupt reunion.
Why now?" she laments,
purses her red lips, turns her
red dress to the wall.
She slumps, a spider
luring prey, feels arms surround,
capture completed.
And Tasha, I forgot I didn't respond to your reaction to "marrow." I liked the way it sounded with "prepared." I took it from the saying "strikes to the marrow" or just "to the marrow, as something that hurts down to your innermost being. Here's the Oxford dictionary definition. https://en.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/to_the_marrow
Deletefunny how these additions have an emotional effect on me... this one made me sigh... you are doing a great job keeping this going even with so many different prompts
DeleteAwesome take on the prompt and terrific addition to your ever growing poem. I am just waiting for the last prompt to see how you conclude it. It will be tricky but, you will pull it off!!! We are all having a great time with it.
DeleteChilled to the bone! Woo hoo! What a story this one is getting to be. Thanks for the marrow definition link. Interesting. BTW rhetorical question: How do you prepare your marrow?
DeleteAnts
ReplyDeleteI admire ants,
persistent and diligent
and resourceful too.
Ants are amazing
nature's cleanup crew in spades
beware kitchen crumbs.
Scouts mean more to come
clean kitchens keep them at bay
my hard work pays off.
I love ants. When I was young I always fed them. If I had a cookie. I would share it. I would made crumbs so I could watch them carry it off to their holes. Nice poem!
Deletewe get red biting ants here so not so fond of them but they are hard working little critters
DeleteYes, I remember the biting ones however they generally say outside and don't come into the house. I remember sitting too near an ant hill once...OUCH!!!
Deletemy dog jessica was facinated by ants. she would dig them up, then spin round and round when they came out. you ever get the feeling that ant civilisation makes more sense than ours? - love and termites - paul.
Deletethe beautiful butterfly
ReplyDeletewas stabbed with a pin
a collectors item it became
in a box upon the wall
it wiggled and fluttered
it wasn't quite dead
the boy didn't care
it was just an insect, after all
blue and yellow, purple and green
it had never felt such pain
this was insane mindless torture
it cried and screamed
but no one could hear
as it's terror was heard
only by those with
dimensional ears
but, somehow, in the middle
of the night
the twelve year old boy
heard horrid screams of torment
and...
somehow...
he knew what it was
he became afraid
in another life
in another time
he was a tiny little creature
something huge that he couldn't see
stuck him with a pin
as he screamed in terror...
was it a dream?
he didn't know...he'd never
known such cold blinding pain...
karma!!! i love it!
DeleteNice one!!! Thanks for the lovely image of karmic payback!
Deletethat'll teach the little bugger wolfie - love and butterflys - paul.
Deletea couple of days late. i did write it on the day, but flu and busted trains and idiots delayed me....the usual. one of my non rhyming poems, which can either be good, or a literary disaster.
ReplyDeleteCRAWLING
" this insect life " - suede.
i prefer beatles to beetles
bee's to wasps
flying to fly's
" i get high with a little help from my friends " - the beatles.
always been a caterpillar that never quite turned in to a butterfly
though i spent years in a cocoon, learning to try
i know spiders aren't insects, they are arachnids
i've read enough spider man comics
but geez, they really freak me out kids!
scary that the world is ruled by ants and ticks
i was caught in her web
she drained me of life, till i was nearly dead
used to watch ants while i read
i'd rather trust insects than guys with street cred.
( couldn't resist rhyming )
lol! I love the last two lines... a bit all over the place but it actually works.
ReplyDeletei'm always a bit all over the place bonita. you should know that by now ha ha - love - paul.
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