by Tom Arnone |
Categories:
insect, lost love, love, marriage, planet, science fiction, space,
Saving credits for a trip to the stars,
A cave at Alba Mons volcano:
Ancient secrets, flowing bars;
Greenish women, so Bueno;
Artifacts, old, Martian,
Calling me to hug.
Beetle auction.
Red dust bug.
Big brained,
Life,
Love.
Misplaced
Mementos
Belonging to
Polka-dot fellows
Sexy ladybugs knew.
A rust-colored threesome
In waters that ran chilled and new;
But, air-thinned with delirium,
And a dusty marriage Mars did eschew.
by Liam Mcdaid |
Categories:
blessing, conflict, creation, love, truth, voice,
Like the bombardier beetle
with an advanced weapons system attached
It can expel an intense hot, pulsating jet of words
the fluid it blinds the frog before he can croak
aiming its turret in any direction with accuracy
After the ejection of each explosion
that of the boiling pressurised fluid
we can see the bug in politics talks hot air from the rear
a weapon system that science can't work out
I can see now why they dig for
it helps to cover over their trail in leading the blind
over the cliffs where they fall victim to a deadly cause
that shifts the whole nature of things to suit tyrants
those whom play a hand in killing
by João Camilo |
Categories:
allegory, love, nature,
Adieu, I wish to say at last.
So I can return steadfast
To the sweet scented room
Where no decay or doom
Can enter without consent
Of the blossom quiescent.
The flaming chariot delays
the withering of her days,
the melting of a snow flake,
birds onset to a pristine lake,
but ruby tears and my blood
flow like the biblical flood.
A butterfly flaps her wings
Abandoning her silky rings,
A beetle shines with desire
To be brighter than sunfire,
glimpse the awed nightingale
silenced by a newborn dale.
Adieu, I will not say any more,
lay with me on this seashore,
if the red tide carry us afar
where beams a young star,
uncharted by the scientists
unconscious that it exists.
by Robert Horton |
Categories:
love hurts, nature,
Immense
To watch in awe
The forest floor,
The saplings rise
With love in your eyes.
And when we kiss
Amongst all this
The creatures that crawl
Seem so small.
A beetle, tiny
On nettles, spiny,
Ne'er a sting
For such a little thing.
An ant or two
For a hungry shrew,
Wouldst be a feast
For a miniscule beast.
But seeds asleep
In forests deep
May never be
A mighty tree,
To love and part
With a broken heart
Is so intense
It seems immense.
©RJVHorton2016
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Mr. Camel is fascinated by his friend Dilbert Dung Beetle’s diet.
He thinks eating up excrement, feces and manure is a riot.
It is tasty! Delicious! You should try a salty elephant pie!
Dilbert Dung Beetle says. You would love it if you gave it a try!
Mr. Camel watches Dilbert dig in, gulping down gobs of the stuff.
He thinks it must have a weird smell, but Dilbert can’t get enough.
You might sample a tiny bit Dilbert says, it is delicious you see!
Mr. Camel shakes his head and says “Sorry, it does not appeal to me.”
by Poet Tellaferro |
Categories:
allegory, allusion, art, corruption, creation, dark, death, deep, depression, desire, destiny, dream, humanity, hurt, image, imagery, imagination, longing, lost, lost love, memory, murder, mystery, myth, mythology, philosophy, poems, poetess, poetry, poets, sad, storm, suicide, surreal, symbolism, sympathy, universe, visionary,
Snow drifts in front of the cars high beams
finding their death in the sharp white
far away into the night
The Engine silently hums through the frosted night
leaving no tracks in the freshly fallen snow
autos black beetle Shell
dark against the indigo sky
reflecting no stars no moon no light
just to pinpoints of high beams
Slipping through the night
silent
stealthy it glides
Snow drifts in its wake
moving forward into tomorrow
Not an ice crystal brakes
waiting for the world to awake
to a mystery
by Devyn Stroud |
Categories:
angst, confusion, depression, fear, hope, life, loss, lost love, mystery, passion, philosophy, sad, social, war,
how do i escape?
Dead in the night
What happened to the light?
Blueblack shades
Body drapped
Can this be alright?
What is way of right?
Piercing screams
How could this be?
Happen to me
Hollow inside
bloodied scars prove
no where to hide
alone, lost love
attempted flight, broken-winged dove
fall
Fall
Fallen
Angelic hope
None
Demonic presence abuse
What happened to the son?
Exploding beetle juice
Raping pleasures
How do i escape?
by Daljit Khankhana |
Categories:
adventure, devotion, education, faith, forgiveness, friendship, imagination, rose,
Daffodil, rose and carnation,
White, red, pink and many more,
Flowers were on their beauty,
Air comes to kiss their leaves.
They smiles and laughs,
When sun shines on them,
They spread their fragrance,
Butterfly and beetle comes to dance.
.ladybirds and honeybees round them,
As a pilgrim worships to his God,
A red rose is a symbol of love,
Also connects the broken hearts,
Nature, birds, animals and human,
All are happy to look flowers,
They spread scent everywhere,
To reduce bad smell in Air.
We need to appreciate this art,
Who cares for fresh breath?
A person can’t offer so greatness,
He cut them for money dish.
by Satish Verma |
Categories:
art,
When,
the scream ends, you start
digging the shadows of
red berries.
The sky,
scoops the children of rape,
waiting for
the rains.
The tiger beetle,
will run after the winged prey
of first love.
Would you like to taste
the moon in the dark bowl
of malicious night ?
Reading about the spell
of the roses, I went to a
Sufi, for an epitaph.
Satish Verma
by Eric Ashford |
Categories:
poetry,
There are many ways to say it,
but shat is so vital for the thriving
of all life.
The dung beetle is the hard-working poet
of the world.
Every day it writes its labor of love
upon the hot sands,
Yet no one notices,
and nobody gives a shat anyway.
by Christuraj Alex |
Categories:
color, conflict, life, love,
My love, a lost lone sparrow,
Has built its nest in your heart;
This, like bone and the marrow,
Yearns, in you, to be a part!
Like a weak vine with its plant,
It does with you get entwined;
Like poppy on a field grand,
Grows; glows; graces gaily gained!
Does any tree chase away,
Black beetle that lives in it;
Don't the green leaves help it stay,
With them, warm and closely-knit!
Let your heart - like rare rainbow,
Embrace this color black too;
No funks of the ethnic foe,
Let our holy union woe…
25 October 2021