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#grasshopper
You might disbelieve my words when I say, I was kissed by a grasshopper one day Well then, let me narrate the whole story: One day when summer was in full glory That time of year when grass is green and lush, And through the air floats the song of the thrush I spied a grasshopper sipping the dew, I moved closer to get a proper view It's greenish body was shiny and sleek, Without warning, it pecked me on the cheek!
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May 25
May 25, 2026 at 12:08 PM UTC
Kissed By A Grasshopper
today is friday let me hop in the meadow like a grasshopper in a mood that's special for losers only and i hope where my little journey ends will be shrine of my petite grasshopper legs trees, and asphalt accompanying me let me start again today is friday will those who rejoice share in the sorrow of those who grieve? let me know like i am two eyes witnessing but never cry looking for its other half i miss you the ability to see in two today is friday but for some reason i have this childish hope that i will find you tomorrow
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Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 11:47 AM UTC
we call it tomorrow then?
🍏 MEAN GREEN 🍏 like a 🍏 GRANNY SMITH APPLE 🍏 as GREEN as LIMES, EMERALDS, and GRASS, FROG'S 🐸, and GRASSHOPPERS 🦗, need you even ask!!! GREEN like MONEY 💰, a lot to be seen, GREEN GRAPES, GREEN SNAKES, GREEN, GREEN, GREEN, GREEN WITH ENVY, Don't you agree??? GREEN LIKE A SHAMROCK, 🍀ST. PATRICK'S DAY 🍀, 🍀 CLOVERS 🍀 are GREEN, NO PINCHING ME TODAY, GREEN was created by: YELLOW and BLUE, GREEN is NATURE, VIBRANT and TRUE, If the saying is true and it does apply, THAT THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER ON THE OTHER SIDE, GREEN IS DELIGHTMENT, GREEN IS EXCITEMENT, 🍏🐸🦗🍀THIS IS MEAN GREEN🍀🦗🐸🍏!!!! B.R. Date: 3/8/2025
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Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 11:18 AM UTC
🟩 Mean Green 🟩
I see you there grasshopper, you're famous, don't you know, Often when spied on thickets, mistaken for crickets, but no more, you've made yourself quite clear, You appear in dreams, "Freedom, independence, enlightenment, inability to settle down, So it seems, Your family's ancestors come from the early Triassic, roughly back 250 million years ago, John the Baptist ate locusts, wild honey too, Still people denied you, False claims, YOU, A vegetarian food, HA! ignorant of truth, Blinded to the fact that ἀκρίδες means plenty of you, So bask in the sun, feeling heat, acceleration of heart rate, watching with your 5 eyes, When a spider comes along, you can be ready to run, shall I say ready to lunge. Author Ven J Arnold ( SacredInkedBlood
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May 20, 2023
May 20, 2023 at 10:53 PM UTC
Grasshopper Famous
Oh Green grasshopper ! How come green ? And how the hope ? Isn’t it a wonder With tiny wings That fills with lot of hope And make our minds bloom With all the green vibes That cools our sight Even refresh our hearts With utmost happiness Is a grace of tiny creature That builds confidence In each of us Whenever it enters home With hope for us Oh Grasshopper ! You filled us with hope And the green grass Made you a grasshopper That comes with good hope And fortune for life That fills our lives With utmost joy That we feel grateful To have a view Of your green vibes That soothes our soul Ever and forever That enlightens our path To move forward With much patience That brings Luck for us With full of zest That inspires to live And love our life Again and again With full of hope
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Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 7:36 AM UTC
GRASSHOPPER
A proteles cristata prepared not grasshopper for a meal it is a care given and merciful granting to dwell in it's belly
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Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 3:41 AM UTC
Merciful Grant
My Petit Prince is dead Long live my Petit Prince. There will be no funeral procession No flowers no crown No guest list no readings No musical selections no choir When my new Petit Prince takes over As his perfect twin's Nemesis Always fit and ready cavalier Born to rise from his ashes A brave yet inconstant heir Who kept his secret horses to himself. His forever surviving princess is a mix of joyful mermaid And melancolic grasshopper Who likes to dive and swim Into words and phrases And elaborate new grammar constructions
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Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
My Petit Prince is dead
In silence, I pray with a reference never before known to me. It is soft and fragile, tentative, like a child, small, like a grasshopper. It floats from one ray of light to another, with a loud whoosh that does not ask for pardon for its sound. It speaks in a tight whisper, throat raspy from lack of use, or maybe too many cigarettes. It flips onto that same cloud it floated on earlier, moth wings flapping like some incandescent bug lit up by the electricity of a bug-zapper. Fear does not silence it. --It rings its glamorous wings without entropy-- And so I offer a call into that wide madness of space. It does not answer. I did not expect it to. And that is okay.
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Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC
Prayers for Algernon
Sometimes I would deliberately sleep on the couch. (weird behaviour, one would say) But the couch had something different. With just enough room so you don’t feel lonely, and the same warmth as that of human skin, I always slept well. One morning as I’m paralyzed in sleep, A grasshopper begun to challenge me. It is as if she was defending her home, It is as if she was letting me know she ruled these parts (meaning the couch, of course) In the dimness of the light, I saw her. And in one full motion I swung, as she crashed into the wall, Fixed my pillow, and attempted to sleep once more. It wasn’t over though, she came back with vengeance. Landed on my ear with a droning sound, waking me, as she flew parallel to my eyes, where our starring contest lasted a good 10 seconds. With intentions of finishing the grasshopper later, Looking like a zombie, I made my way back to bed. Admitting defeat over the battle of the couch, I leave her with this win.
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Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 6:34 AM UTC
Grasshopper: 1 ...Me: 0
#Feast your eyes upon all the                                        mangled                                                 twitching                                                             bodies trapped in the grills of fat and                                                         brown                                                               package                                                                     trucks so far away from the idyllic blades of                                                                  green                                                                         and                                                                            sun crossing pot-hole asphalted rivers where                                                                alligators                                                                         speed                                                                             amuck We all get hurt crossing seemingly                                                        empty                                                            perilous                                                                    streets and end up in some wolf-dressed-as-sheep                                                                     machine's                                                                                sharp                                                                                      teeth are we different from the insects                                                  roaming                                                               on                                                             instinct? If only you could wiggle your body more to the side but the alligator never slows and the wind is a bonafide                                            bully.                                               At least I can see whats ahead, might as well enjoy the ride.#
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
Grasshopper
#Feast your eyes upon all the                                        mangled                                                 twitching                                                             bodies trapped in the grills of fat and                                                         brown                                                               package                                                                     trucks so far away from the idyllic blades of                                                                  green                                                                         and                                                                            sun crossing pot-hole asphalted rivers where                                                                alligators                                                                         speed                                                                             amuck We all get hurt crossing seemingly                                                        empty                                                            perilous                                                                    streets and end up in some wolf-dressed-as-sheep                                                                     machine's                                                                                sharp                                                                                      teeth are we different from the insects                                                  roaming                                                               on                                                             instinct? If only you could wiggle your body more to the side but the alligator never slows and the wind is a bonafide                                            bully.                                               At least I can see whats ahead, might as well enjoy the ride.#
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