"entomology" poems
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These are the Nights that Beetles love—
From Eminence remote
Drives ponderous perpendicular
His figure intimate
The terror of the Children
The merriment of men
Depositing his Thunder
He hoists abroad again—
A Bomb upon the Ceiling
Is an improving thing—
It keeps the nerves progressive
Conjecture flourishing—
Too dear the Summer evening
Without discreet alarm—
Supplied by Entomology
With its remaining charm—
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The body goes through changes.
The mind grows.
Eventually goes.
There is time spent knowing...
knowing about one's existence,
what love is,
what it isn't.
Feeling
With feet firmly planted on the ground,
it becomes frightful to think of being beneath it.
Food for the Earth, we are.
We populate our planet,
and we have come far.
We've documented man's evolution.
The evolution.
The enlightenment.
The ecosystem.
However, we forget about the gift we are given.
Spinning on an axis.
We're egocentric.
We put ego over eco.
We're contained.
Entomology, of sorts.
Maybe Darwin was right.
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 12:05 AM UTC
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The butterfly obtains
But little sympathy
Though favorably mentioned
In Entomology—
Because he travels freely
And wears a proper coat
The circumspect are certain
That he is dissolute—
Had he the homely scutcheon
Of modest Industry
’Twere fitter certifying
For Immortality—
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cliche, boring, bland and weak
based upon a foundation of chic
pseudo-intellectual
you distract from your lack
with your apathetic crap
entomology and intonation
i call it character ************
you do it too often, many of you
just be who you are so we can shine through
i just have to get this off my chest...
your subject matter concerns love
who would've guessed
it rhymes and chimes and deliverance isn't best
and if one skims just beginning and end
there is no need for the rest
lacking originality
either resolve or contradiction
not cryptic nor a riddle in sight
not an original thought nor display of risk
you can learn here from this one write
what you could never tell east from west
and even though, you'll be better so
it will never be
as clever as thee
so just hide behind your traditional text
its not that i seek to pick on the weak
its quite the contrary-
start over with command
so you understand
it is the fraudulent that i detest
it is lack of interest and tact
and i won't take it back
your technique is as the rest.
you slack in approach
you couldn't hold my attention
from the first line
to the next
no captivation
no eccentricity
no enigma
flooding, you are, a pest
parasitic in your relentlessness
attention seeking for all the wrong reasons
leading poetry to its death
you bore me truly
insincerely yours,
unafraid to best.
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 6:28 PM UTC
only dead boys hold insects like they're something
special
only a dead boy would let a mantis in his heart and
preying was always a better descriptor
because hymns burned in my throat and
i scratched a cross into my palm but i was never lucky enough to scar
but
oh, dead boy
bug lover
enduring a thousand lashes to save the soul of a beetle -
i'll help you peel off all your scabs to make sure they scar
thick tissue skin memory sometimes you think scars are the closest you'll get
to a wedding ring
you're a suicide king i think a kingdom of hearts was never the safest place for you i
don't think you understand the way your subjects' hearts are strung because
entomology entomos everything you love is cut to bits
and on the fourteenth of february you told me
the only purpose of a flower
was to hold
a spider
inside
and i guess that was why you painted all your walls with roses i
hope your garden smells as sweet
covered in your misfortunes
only a dead boy would let
a praying mantis so close
to his neck
oh, you freak. disgusting.
i ate the last one that let me this close.
you told me {if i die
leave my body
in the forest
by
an anthill}
maybe you don't realize we were doomed from the start or maybe you're just naïve but
honey you're a dead boy and
corpses don't fall in love.
[you're so genuine it hurts and i think
i could teach you how to be a fake -
nobody likes an honest man
i could teach you how to hate the world but you said
{the only one
i hate here
is me}]
freakish child.
all you see in every rorschach is mantes and
decapitations and
wedding rings you are an aberration,
suicide king entomologist your throne room
was full of termites.
with hallowed cheeks and hollowed churches,
i will assure that you scar
dead boy, if you die
i will put maggots
in your chest
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC
Grammy is an Empath, clairsentient old soul
Mommy is an Indigo, not sure if she knows
I was born a Rainbow Bear to make the planet whole
Together we will change the world, at least that is our goal
Grammy plays with honeybees, loves entomology
Mommy is a healer, she gets it naturally
I'm completely fearless, we all are HSP
At least we’re slightly different, on that we can agree
Grammy hears the trees speak, scream when they are down
Mommy sees the unborn babes by using ultrasound
I sensate most creatures before they come around
We hope to stir you deeply so offer this background
I’ll share my involution with you every now and then
Speak with you of changes by taking up a pen
Together we bee wise ones who work for truth again
The world will be lighter, though I can not tell you when...
(Little Bear speaks of Starseed, from "The Book of the Bear")
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 12:14 PM UTC
Into a bug a drawing pin
Secured to collection of sorts
A neat inscription lies beneath
Latin, commonly known as, caught.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC
Multitude of moth
drawn to light
black of night outside window
Wings of white, a hundred score
maybe more
all wish to pour in
absorb
What are these desires?
exertion bouncing upon windowpane
some beetles eating other bugs
Easy to know their intentions
But about the bouncing spotted ones
What of this light that pulls them in?
electric fervor
Are they pulled, by some force of fascination?
No worry to the bat
being drug and tipsy winged
millions a fluttering feasts
Wish I were that bat
Wish I were just one of those moths
Wish I could fly
Into the light
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
Date written: June 20, 2024
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The Cicada
By: Yisselakh
Intro:
Therein lies the rub
You're mistaking the grubs
You can't even tell between the cicada and the wasp
When it's so obvious
So obvious
Chorus:
Who's the singer, the summer bug
Who's the singer, the summer bug
Content with its own love
Even if its something perhaps
Only he'll love
Verse 1:
And you still think you know
The stranger of the olive grove
The slacker shut out of the ant's abode
And we always think we are the ants
In these stories told
At least that's what's sold
At least that's what's sold
To us
Chorus:
Who's the singer, the summer bug
Who's the singer, the summer bug
Content with its own love
Even if its something perhaps
Only he'll love
Verse 2:
You looked in the pond
And felt rather cross
This ant looks too much like a cicada
You feel it's too late to accept who you are
When you spend most your life lost
Doesn't the right way feel like the wrong path
Is this the fallacy of sunk cost
Bridge:
Unable to accept
Unable to accept
CODA Chorus:
Who's the singer, the summer bug
Who's the singer, the summer bug
Content with its own love
Even if its something perhaps
Only he'll love
Who's the singer, the summer bug
Who's the singer, the summer bug
Content with its own love
Even if its something perhaps
Only he'll love
Sep 11, 2024
Sep 11, 2024 at 3:56 PM UTC
Date written: July 19, 2024
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Glowworm
By: Yisselakh
Verse 1:
Oh what more is there to say
About the beetle with new clothes
About the beetle with a new name
This as close as a speck of dust
Can get to catch a star
Bridge:
I know it won't be far
I can see the sparks
And you know
I'll never stray from the path
And you know
I'll never stray from the path
Chorus:
So
Light the way
Light the way
Light the way
So
Light the way
Light the way
Light the way
Verse 2:
I must have been waiting
Since the dawn of days
As you hid within the tall grass blades
When the weary eyes of dusk sway
Blink between time and that eternal place
I'll see you ascend above this maze
Chorus:
And
Light the way
Light the way
Light the way
And
Light the way
Light the way
Light the way
Bridge 2:
Back to innocence, back to the ancient dream
And this time,
I'll stay
You'll stay
We'll stay
And see
CODA:
The wasteland of sorrow
We left behind
Ebbs away, fades away
In the light, with the night
In the light, with the night
Oh love of mine
Love of mine
Love of mine
Isn't this just divine
You and I
And all we love
For all of life
Sep 25, 2024
Sep 25, 2024 at 4:19 PM UTC
Date written: June 23, 2024
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Mantis
By: Yisselakh
Verse:
So you look above the hedge
And see the mantis on the edge
The waning sun shines through its silhouette
A sea of green perched beneath
The roaring storm of overcast red
The roaring storm of overcast red
The roaring storm of overcast red
Pre-Chorus:
And the little life
Oh so it oversees the other side?
Arms curved, and the eyes?
The eyes?
The eyes?
Piercing into the mind
Does the little dot lead
A sphere of truth or lies
Chorus:
For humanity patiently on this side
Of time, of life, of a metaphorical rhyme
What do you see from above us
What can you prophesy?
If he were the cicada perhaps
We'd know everything
Everything
Everything
But it stays so silent
Oh so silent
Oh so silent
So we can do nothing
Except keep dreaming
Keep dreaming
Keep dreaming
Repeat:
Pre-Chorus:
Ask the little life
Does it oversees the other side?
Arms curved, and the eyes?
The eyes?
The eyes?
Piercing into the mind
Does the little dot lead
A sphere of truth or lies
Chorus:
For humanity patiently on this side
Of time, of life, of a metaphorical rhyme
What do you see from above us
What can you prophesy?
If he were the cicada perhaps
We'd know everything
Everything
Everything
But it stays so silent
Oh so silent
Oh so silent
So we can do nothing
Except keep dreaming
Keep dreaming
Keep dreaming
CODA:
Is there an unshakable truth waiting of a sweet
Awakening
That, my child, my soul, the faithful and hopeless
We have to answer from within
Do you believe?
Do you believe?
Do you believe?
Sep 13, 2024
Sep 13, 2024 at 3:28 AM UTC
*** stop hoeing"
"I have,
but my illness has faded,
so i'll do other things,
like...
There's marriage and there's work to do,
there's plenty hobbies too!
There's studying, playing, writing, food!
And don't forget to ****
I like to browse the Internet,
and check up on a friend.
To take a walk, or better yet,
to bulk-up, self-defend!
And reading etymology,
and entomology!
Biology, phonology,
even cocktomology!"
Feb 1, 2023
Feb 1, 2023 at 9:40 AM UTC
Date written: June 18, 2024
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Sacred Beetle
By: Yisselakh
Intro:
The beetle climbs the wall of reality
Rolling the sun into place, into the sky of dreams
Verse:
So the beetle rolls around the Sun
Like in dust, our soul rolls around
And they say we're guided by the stars
Or is it our hearts
Or is it our hearts
Is it our hearts
Bridge:
Is this just poetry, is this just art
Is it really the truth of what we are
I'll never truly know
You'll never truly know
We'll never truly know
Pre-Chorus:
What the wise men say
The fools will never follow
If you say so if you say so
That's how they always go
That's how they always go
Chorus:
But when her heart of gold
Shines warmly on your mold
On countless fateful noons
Your heart and your soul
Your shell like sun upon the moon
Post-Chorus:
You'll know
You'll know
You'll know
And you'll believe
And you'll believe
CODA Verse:
So the beetle rolls around the Sun
Like in dust, our soul rolls around
Like they say we're guided by the stars
And all of our hearts
And all of our hearts
All of our hearts
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 3:37 PM UTC