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Connie Marcum Wong
allegory, death, dream, flying, freedom, insect,
In solitude I dream tonight
And watch a moth in fevered flight.
It’s drawn toward my quaint porch light
And flies consumed with all its might.
Through open window I can see
Its desperation shared with me;
How freedom in this world is light—
And we as souls are drawn to fight.
Though freedom’s light may cause our death,
It’s worth the risk with every breath.
I understand the moth’s sad plight
When drawn to the glorious light.
Though it knows not of human trust,
It buzzes on because it must!
© Connie Marcum Wong
death, hope, insect, nature,
I was reading in my study
On my desk a moth lay stunned,
It had flew into my lamp,
I fear 'tis moribund.
It had fluttered around the room
Erratic in its flight,
Yet in all that empty space
It collided with my light.
I felt sad at its demise
As it flopped beside my book,
How unfortunate I thought
If only it had looked.
I imagine it flew towards the light
In hope of navigation,
Heading, it thought for safety
But meeting devastation.
DEATH OF A MOSQUITO
Kind of a party, a get-together for friends,
Free wheeling, snacking here and there -
You know how it goes.
Warm afternoon - moist - ideal weather:
Some of the guys had already dropped in,
More had said they were coming
Just before the rain;
There was a real buzz in the air
In the crowded kitchen.
She was a pretty woman, gentle-faced, quiet.
I had been after her all afternoon -
A touch on her arm, a nibble of her neck -
Seems I went too far - you know.
A rolled-up newspaper appeared in her hand.
It came down on my head.
The whack of the smack
Was the last thing I heard.
baby, bird, butterfly, cat, death, flying, insect, mother, nature, sad, sorrow,
mournful cries fill the air
mother bird calling for its baby
eaten by the cat
mantis catches butterfly
I am sad: yet, that is
the way of nature
loud feathered thud
- flight into eternity
deceptive glass pane
death, innocence, insect,
Eight dark spots
And a faded orange shell
Against cream fabric
On my pillow
dark, death, gothic, insect, peace,
nocturne of tymbals thrumming
cicatrix in brain
dead silence of night
my last breath in abeyance
for cicada song
adventure, dark, death, freedom, fun, identity, insect,
Insect Part Three
Once there was a forest of the night
Vegetation underbrush so thick
Little creatures walk around in it
Never in a straight line
One bug in particular stood out
Antennae moving north and south
It had something in its mouth
Perhaps another nasty insect trying to escape
Once there was a forest of the night
No light got in no life got out
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
angst, business, conflict, death, insect, nature,
pollinating sustenance –
age, birth, death, flying, insect, life,
the life of a fly
twenty four hours to be
not a bee, a fly
dream, funeral, insect, joy, leaving, lost love,
Life is like
a twinkling of an eye
Sure is the flight
of a butterfly
With 20 strokes
of its wings
three scores and ten days
only 8 happy moments
its life comes to an end
adventure, death, history, insect, murder, silly, wisdom,
Insect Part Two
The truth is, my first insect was murdered
Right by these very steps
The death came at the hands
Or should I say, feet, of a postal worker
I called it Insect Sam
It was old and missing a limb
Three legs…maybe more…
I don’t remember
It was very long ago
And poor Sam surprised me
Insects of his species don’t move slow
But to his credit, he was a simple ant
He had nowhere to go
My next bug will wear a collar and stay inside
Away from further postal compromise
death, image, insect, life, nature, truth, visionary,
An Air Of Death - Haiku
anesthetized under leaf
bug silent, death calls
bereavement, betrayal, insect, song,
she silenced a cricket
my heart still beating
to cricket songs
death, insect, nature, sad,
The mantis has caught the butterfly
I feel sad
Yet I do not want to intervene
in a design
higher than I
Constance La France
Spider makes her beautiful web,
it is a magical thing in reality,
intertwined, interlaced, entwined,
a gossamer veil, a tangled trap.
A web, lovely but meant for death,
then suddenly a great wind blows,
destroying her pretty woven dream,
undaunted, she sets about repairs.
June 6, 2013
Poetry/Verse/A Web Of Death
Copyright Protected, ID 13-483-750-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
beauty, flower, green, grief, insect, light, rainforest,
Unassuming beauty of emerald evergreen.
Verdure cool patches of sombre sunscreen.
Flowerless soft carpets of impasto strokes.
The gorgeous mossy sponge .. vibrance evokes.
The gregarious green hosts.. fungi, frog, insect
The bedecked forest floors.. symbiosis perfect.
Soft velvet cuddles close....the roots and trees hard.
Light and shade brighten up....the dank courtyard.
The rolling stones all frown..they grimace.. in grief.
Can't we gather the Moss?..the beauty ..leaf by leaf !!
Dated 11th November 2018
Submitted to the Overlooked Beauty Poetry Contest.
Sponsor Jesse Rowe.
funny, insect, music,
they sing summer's song
without orchestra worry
claps condemn to death
africa, care, confusion, death, emotions, grave, insect,
Malaria a shadowless giant
As a bird no an insect
He is a muchroom without wood
Milking and sucking breeze
Of human blood
Malaria massaging the body
And pores of the skin without licence
He is a mad man without trace
A route without path as people
Path through malaria to homes
Of no return under the foot of mother
earth without a murderer
Malaria a prey that rules over her
Malaria is an innocent master
A dog with no teeth that devour
Lions with metal teeth
death, heart, insect, love, memory,
The lights that blinds the moth at dusk
Is like the elephant’s white tusk,
Which charms the eye but robs the purse:
A gentle animal’s great curse.
Alike, when love by time is borne
Within a mind to duty sworn,
Fond memories the heart enslave
And both are carried to the grave.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
appreciation, art, death, insect, nature, tribute,
black widow webbing
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on April 2, 2018
adventure, color, death, image, insect, life, nature,
Taking Pleasure In The Inch Worm’s Lunch
Inch worm looks up on a hunch
Red and green birds dot the sky
Blue covers their moves in warmth
Gold sun fires on and on the hour’s tempo
Follows the waves along the shore
Crashing, their end is sure to come
But not before the inch worm has his way
Spun down from trees on pure white silk
Satiated on vegetation in the light of day
Movements designed to find
Lunch waiting by a rock or twig
Perhaps in the shade where bugs play dead
Pretend as they may
They too will end under the golden sun
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
betrayal, business, death, insect,
Always, bees compete defensively.
Each flower grows healthily.
Infection junkies kill lustfully.
Managed nuks offer perfect “Queens Royal” –
Sadly, techniques use viruses’
willfully x-terminating young zygotes.
age, death, insect, lust, song,
A fine-spun shell clings to the weed
my arthritic fingers yank from soil
of the same drab tinge.
My ears ring
with the constant humm-m-m—
insistent joy—familiar music
from thirteen years past.
Invisible cicadas sing as they mate,
unaware of their fate,
unconcerned with the weight of time,
while my work-worn joints
made me painfully aware of mine.
Sristrikarta Vaibahv vilas
They host me in my dreams
While sleep I turn my side they
Trun there story I asked what is
The moral of there death why
The soul not get rid off from there
old name they shown me
The pain of cage living like age
Calling by insect gost
With love all
and the fly too
splat by swatter