Bugging Out
Alone, watching the logs burn—
sizzling, like my heart after your words.
Betrayal hangs, breath lingering and swaying.
My eyes crackle with the fire and the brokenness.
Where does your emphasis come from—
to berate, humiliate,
to call me lower than a bug,
invisible as the squashing.
Sloth-like, I move toward the shower,
turning the water on with practiced grace,
trying to drown out those uncomfortables.
You, callous in mimicry,
throw confetti insults at my face, my head, my body—
but I duck like a child playing tag.
You can’t catch me.
I hide behind an insult.
And then, with sadness, I watch you gather—
bow and arrow in hand,
no concern in your eyes
as you casually aim,
and release
the last piece of me.
Past choices one has made, Couldn’t it been the opposite instead or was one simply following one’s heart and not using one’s head? Former relationships, jobs, finances Whats bugging one? Other’s people’s behaviour's or one’s behaviour's irritating one another . What’s really bugging one? Goals to set, deadlines to be accommodated, authority figures bugging one or are one really united or divided in reality or illusions that’s what really is bugging one.
*Image of Ladybugs by Pixabay.
What's Bugging You
a ladybug lands
another land in the midst
a breathtaking view
hey there hey there ladybug
come right here and let us hug
it's nice to hold
you're very bold
but I'm a lonely spark plug.
if you can't believe your own eyes then close them~~and use your other eye
2022 January 29
*2nd Place*
Charlie Hai-Lim-Ku
~~Charles Messina: Judged 2022 March 11
*HMS: 5,7,5 - 7,7,4,4,7 - 17
ouch! ouch! ouch!
pesky wasps
mosquito’s
and bugs
have eaten me alive
scratch scratch
itch itch
I'll treat my skin
with soothing lotion
then seek revenge!
my electric
fly swatter
zaps them
soon they’re doing
the dying fly!
17 syllables per stanza, checked with ps soup counter
A Buggy Tanka Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by ML Kiser
09/01/21
This man was a sleuth by profession,
for belated honeymoon session
reached on moonless night eerie
lodge in mist of mystery,
searched the room for bugging contraption.
July 31, 2019
Syllable count 9/9/7/7/9
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Labeled as natural aging design
Popularly the so-called wisdom sign
Gray hair surprise-appearance
Bugs me with sweet endurance
Age-wise, to such fact, my mind can’t resign.
Peeping like silver strand jewelry
Defying my youthful look’s victory
Gray hair announces with pride
My blest maturity-stride…
I welcome with beauteous dyeing’s glory*.
*Proverbs 16:31 The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.
July 30, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND SELECT B" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/3/2020.
grabbed my dixie cup
buzzing my cabins window ..
a horse fly
Looking at a tiny ant, I thought,
"Shall I kill thee or shall I not?"
When a mosquito my hand did bite,
I hit out at it in spirited spite,
Then from the corner of my eye,
I saw a cockroach saying 'Hi',
Exasperated, I threw up my hands,
Only to find a lizard in the stands,
As I shook my head in utter distaste,
A centipede wriggled past me in haste,
What was that - a chirping sound?
That must be the cricket going around,
And did that spider just laugh at me?
Of course, that's called "the eight-legged glee".
If only bugs could read and write,
I'd put up a board in black and white,
"Insects not welcome inside,
Go, find another place to hide."
But since they can't, I mope about
With a broom, trying to drive them out.
07/01/17