Turquoise Monster

Tolerance of intolerance
Is written on the walls
And leads to blood once more
Core entwisted to the noose
Swings in the shadows of the age
Once more fascism is the rage

Isms cause skisms
I’d rather have equality
Cos people are people
And should not depend on an identity
Forged from labels others have given to them
To stuff them into boxes and forget about them

Fear that’s within
Takes that which lurks
Festering hate
Do you know this dark rhyme?
Strange undertow
Drag and degrade
Loops of shame
Burn the heart
To ashes

“That’s the cross where Jesus dies
I spies Mummy
The cross where he dies
It’s a top the tower
Of that building
the one like a fort”
Little Mary has a thought
“But Jesus is a baby in my tummy
Isn’t that funny?
In my tummy
And he’ll be born on Christmas day
So my teachers say
But when I am grown up
The solders wont stand a chance
I’ll learn Krav for a start!
Protect him with all my heart
No one is going to hurt my baby.
No way!”

The Tome is reclusive in nature
Hiding nestled upon the shelf
In clusters of almost reads
Leafs and leaves and sheafs
With lives their own
Collecting dust
Raising silver fish
To make lace of words
Pretty in decay

Suddenly my world did seem
so hateful nasty and obscene

Cold within cold without
I hate you I wanna shout

You took my hand you took my trust
And then you ground it all to dust

Zom B the zombie bee
lived with his friends in the honey tree

Looking for the grey stuff to munch
He’d settled for some bones to crunch
Thinking those humans where a sorry bunch

And so Zom B the zombie bee
set out for the briny sea
where a plague hit the crew
a plague most deadly
like a bee sting’s fiery medley!

For instead of black and yellow
He was a green and puce slime fellow
And yet when stung victims rarely bellowed:

“It’s Zom B the zombie bee!”
Nor did they catch him and pop him in the sea
Or even sensibly just cut down the accursed honey tree

And so he wondered here and there
Finding brains to sample with care
Zom B the zombie bee
Came to the dock of Gloucester’s Quay

Wreaking havoc with strips and sting
Knowing he was full of win
For Zom Bees were definitely king

Until a little girl called Mary the Mook
Thinking he looked like a pile of pukeJean the Bean
Squashed him flat, with her pink straw hat
He made a rather pretty splat

And all for a school yard dare!
Mary the Mook has a natural flare
For killing Zom Bees which is rare!
Especially for a school yard dare
But she did so without a care

So there!

Bimbling bombling bumble bees
are in competition with the honey bees
Bimbling high and bombling low
Flombering and womberling to and throw
Large and fat they hum and drone
Looking for the nectars home
The nectar lives in the flowers bowl
And bumbles bees need it to grow
To make them big and fat and slow

Now the honey bee to the bumble bee
happens to be its arch enemy!
Zipping here and buzzing there
The honey bee has an elegant flare
Prancing and dancing around it swoops
Doing fancy loop da loops!
Effective in the bush and tree
unlike the poor slow old bumble bee
who moves slowly along the ground
Hoping it is flower bound

But though the bimbling bombling bumble bee
is always arguing with the honey bee
Both must beware the whizzing wasp
who will eat any insect it can spot!
Whizzing here and wozzing there
Slim and trim with a stoney glare
You may think them a strewed fella
And it seems wozzing wasps are ever so clever

As whizzing wozzing fizzing wasps
obviously know about housing costs
and munches and crunches up the trees
to make paper houses unlike the bees
who will make their home from soft brown wax
sometimes found in wooden stacks
Of course this is the honey bee
Who collects pollen for all to see

On the other hand the bimbling bombling bumble bee
Thinks finding an old mouse nest is key
there it may feel at home
if only the damn hover fly would not drone so!

The quivering zipping whipping hover fly
looks like a wasp but of miniture size
And unlike the other stripy ones
Does not do that stinging thing!
Proud to drone and not to hum
Bluffing that there is a sting there on their bum
Black and yellow is the sign
don’t eat me and you’ll be fine
For I am the insect king
But finding foods is the thing

So zipping here and quivering there
The hover fly watches bimbling bumble with some care
Following the slow bombing fella
Hoping that the hover fly’s dinner will be better
for zipping whipping hover flies
are too small in their whizzing wasp disguise
And can not reach the food that it needs
the nectar there in the flower to feed
But bimbling bombling bumble bees
Bite the stem to get their sweat treats
A trick that’s neat as it beats
The idea of bombling getting any thinner
For the quivering flitting hover fly this is a winner
As it can wait for it’s free dinner
This is the ideal meal steal and without a stinger!

So the quivering flitting hover fly
Can look like the whizzing wozzing wasp
But another more deadlier foe can be seen
Looking like a wasp but big and mean
The hornet hard and harsh
Has poison like fire at its harsp
Worse than any of the other stripy brood
Even wasps who eat honey bees for their food!

And they are all ants really
Fancy ants that get in you pants
Ants with wings and stings and things
And though you may think them scary
It is very much you who should be wary
For nature needs all of them silly
Yes stripy, fuzzy, stingy and grubby
Queens that rule
Heed the call and love them all

As bimbling bombling bumble bees
and buzzy humming honey bees
are stripy like the whizzing wasp
And don’t forget what the hornets sting will cost
Take note yellow and back strips are not spots!
And stripy fellas it would seem
Will sting those naughty human beings
Especially as they prod and poke
Flushing out nests with acrid smoke
So if in a garden leave well alone
And hope it’s a honey bee taking pollen home

You are a wraith to me now
Nothing but a memory
Faded to a muzy shadow
On the page
Flood damage has crinkled your edges
Coffee rings daisy chain your face
In little etched scars
You are smiling soft and sad
Sigh like the birds we always tried to catch as children
Flit away and then edge back knowing we never were a real threat
This page is dog eared
Corners frayed into a soft brush
Memories made trickling to the back of my mind
To be sheeted in cobwebs
Hide from the rest of me
The loss of you burns my eyes still
As I crumble into a sound
Your voice calling from pages
Bound shut for so many years

Dark scars marked the edges of the cosmos
Deep within the universal core slithering with a pulse
Time counted in an endless rhythm that will end
Will slither to a close
Supping and sucking and draining the energy
Moment by moment
Until the fragments of time can be cut
To another slither
Creaking the gears of celestial machinery grind to a halt
Nothing can now ever be again
Existence is futile
Futures are not to be
Hopes and dreams lay bleeding
Pulped to something horrendous
Within the blaze of a creation maimed