praying mantis hangs
from old window shutter
peaking in window
She is tranquility enfolded in ambiguity,
symbolizing serenity before conception,
not idiosyncratic, but sympathetic stranger,
Mantis is the Celestial Madonna
as profound as a collapsing galaxy,
defining a figure of cosmic importance,
destined to create the celestial savior,
the most significant universal entity.
She is the selected medium of transformation,
where the new universe swirls,
weaving light and chlorophyll.
Born on the cradle of mother earth,
yet claimed by the emptiness of cosmos,
endowing her with the acumen of prophesy,
she walks on the footprints of silence,
steps following the shooting stars of the milky way
as her breath turns into a hymn of forgotten stars.
She is the epitome of spatial stillness
that stabilizes the existential storms,
for she knows the exact rhythm of sorrow,
and the precise cadence of delight,
steadying them on her palm.
The Avengers treat her as a teammate,
a martial artist, the green essence of change,
that feels the pulse of the extant universe,
spreads the inflection of prayers across the cosmos.
Oh, Mantis the Celestial Madonna,
with so many skills and psychic empathy,
I wonder if she will reach Nirvanna.
Has she truly fulfilled her destiny?
First as an Avenger, she battled threats
As a Guardian of the Galaxy,
she would later come to have some regrets.
Has she truly fulfilled her destiny?
Meant to birthe the Messiah of Space,
she mated with “plant” alien, Cotati.
But since her lovely son had fallen from grace,
has she truly fulfilled her destiny?
Sadly, Mantis would need to fight her son.
Now on a voyage of self-discovery,
she finds herself; that journey is not done.
Has she truly fulfilled her destiny?
In the velvet ink of a cosmic sea,
Where the stars are stitched by destiny,
A Mantis rises from the garden floor,
To walk through a golden, celestial door.
?She is the Madonna, the chosen prize,
With the weight of the future in her eyes.
Not of Earth, yet born of its loam,
Searching the stars for a spiritual home.
A conqueror comes from a throne of chrome,
Kang seeks to claim what he cannot own.
While Rama-Tut watches the timelines spin,
Waiting for the godhood to begin.
A ghost in the wires, a silver shade,
The Swordsman’s debt is finally paid.
Through the Cotati, life blooms anew,
In a forest of emerald and starlight hue.
?The Prophecy Fulfilled
?She is the bridge between the leaf and the soul,
Making the fractured universe whole.
From the Avengers’ hearth to the Kree-Skrull fire,
She climbs the rungs of a heavenly pyre.
?No longer a pawn in a temporal game,
She whispers a secret, a holy name.
The Celestial Messiah is ready to rise,
Under the gaze of her empathic eyes.
?A myth written in panels, a legend in bold,
The greatest story the galaxy told
This one is not the insect of the garden,
But the Grand mistress of the Priests of Pama,
Raised in the shadow of a Vietnamese temple
To become the pinnacle of a human soul.
She refers to herself as a shadow, a distant third,
"This one" moves with a grace that humbles gods,
Finding the pressure points of the Thunderer,
Felling Thor with a single, practiced strike to the nerve.
Her green skin is the mark of a cosmic union,
A spirit merged with the telepathic Cotati,
The sentient wood and plant-mind of the stars.
She is the bride of a legend’s hollow shell,
Marrying the spirit within the Swordsman’s body
Beneath the watchful eyes of Earth’s Mightiest.
A mother to the Messiah of the leaves,
She is a fragmented consciousness,
Scattered across the universe like seeds,
Representing the freak, the mystic, and the Avenger.
She does not merely feel the wind;
She senses the empathic vibrations of the biosphere.
A predator of fate who saw the coming of Thanos,
Mantis stands as a jagged saint in the cosmic cathedral,
The mother of everything that will one day grow.
prime fortune not rare
when we remain unbarred true
praying mantis lands ~
Fly lands on lush vine.
The greenish-brown mantis prays
in thanks for supper.
To all the male members
of the praying mantis species
a word to the wise you guys
now pay attention to my theses
whether for fun you recreate
or to mate and procreate
it's something I really would not advocate
hold on tight to your pants
love at first sight is not romance
I don't care if you look
but never dare go so far
as to unhook her bra
and whatever you do don't lose your head
as before postcoital dysphoria sets in
the female will kill you dead
she'll make a meal of you
tear you limb from limb
and if you don't believe me
when last did you see our randy brother Jim?
~
Way out there in the meadow
where the wildflowers sing
Sat a lonely praying mantis,
such a funny looking thing
From within the petal'd choir
came a perfect summer song
So, he climbed upon a bluebell
and began to sing along
His voice, a lovely harmony,
now echoed on the breeze
To drift above the columbine,
meander through the trees
The sound so mesmerizing,
whisper soft along the rim
As if, now Sunday morning,
with a most angelic hymn
When then he noticed something,
as his lyrics came out loud
It seems his morning ballad,
had attracted quite a crowd
He finished serenading,
as he took a breath to pause,
To hear the other mantis,
clap a chorus of applause
From that day forth his singing,
was now heard about the land
Each meadow he did visit,
found that he was in demand
so,
it seems this praying mantis,
with his fans who do adore
His prayers have all been answered,
he's not lonely anymore
~
O Praying Matis,
what prayers do you post
through this wire netting?
Are you basking in the sun
or are you on the run
and hiding from the woodpecker
and the kingfisher
who snack upon green bugs
just like you?
Poor prayerful mantis,
so under appreciated
by those
who would feather their nests
with your holy carcass.
Keep praying -
for stronger mandibles,
yet larger claws,
for crunching and devouring
really are your natural faith.
Pray. pray, pray,
that one fine day
you will grow to six feet tall,
the very scourge of all -
and sundry.
Praying mantises, those arthropod thugs,
prey upon other, unfortunate, bugs,
"But who prays for the praying mantis?", I ask,
"And what lurks behind that killer's mask?"
After the males have fulfilled their function,
the females seem to lack compunction,
practicing sexual cannibalism, they say,
enjoying a nice meal after a roll in the hay.
While males consider this distasteful,
females say, "it's just not being wasteful".
Is the praying mantis truly mean and vile?
In the insect world, he stands on trial.
Speaking for aphids or ants or anything little,
I argue vigorously against acquittal.
Praying mantis is associated with prayer
Also, good fortune, blessings, angels in the air
Derived from Greek word meaning prophet or type
A spiritual guest who sprinkles plenty of hype
They bring good luck to an ordinary garden you see.
There goes one now, blessing Old Mrs. McVee.
CHRISTMAS EVE GIFT MANTIS
In one hundred years
I saw a thousand mantises
on this Christmas Eve another
descended unexpected gift
for a northern Lightwave
whilst I stared at singular
Southern sky
She reminded about stillness
strategy soundlessness
embodied etiquette
empathy reflecting my
mirrors
we practiced prayers
exchanging piety for
piquant dreams
from triangular head
could I trust in timing
Careful calm collected
one leg up slowly
shake observe
turn head left
turn head right
Awareness quivers on
awaiting angle
divining a tiny trial of luck
focus no fidget
its Christmas Eve
ChristLight announced
from a darkly
lucid mantis womb
Her greenstick keys
unlock patient portals to
my Eternal Heart
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2024
A dead insect
Yuck!
The female praying mantis said.
Envisioning her tasty date alive when she bites off his head
He gives her a sweet smile
Unaware that to her
He is but a morsel best enjoyed
After they are wed.
Blurry eye balls - up to it close.
Right there
clinging
on the screen door swinging.
Mantis, a big bug come to mind-prey,
or are you praying to come inside?
A plus size Insectivore
at my door
basking in its own eerie light.
A deadly beautiful grin
wants to come in.
We are not alone
green aliens abound,
have been around
clinging to this spinning Earth
for all their worth.
Mantis-like, they have parked
their flying craft in our brains.
My blurry ball of sight - blinks.
I see you!
I see how you burgle my mind
then crunch it up
in your mechanical jaws.
You can't fool me -
I tremble at your stillness,
beat the air with my fist
but
you're always there
until you magically disappear.
Your black eyes bulge
at my fuzziness,
pierce through
my soggy-eyed vision
like it's me,
me that's the weird one!
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