Turquoise Monster

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

Words are written
Words are spoken
Words are remembered

Words to instruct
Words to bind
Words to see
And words to blind

Words that please
Words that purge
Words that speak
Words that surge

Words of indecision
Words of description
Words of pure addiction
Words of infliction

And words of action

Words may seek
words may hide
Words may sow ideas to grow

Words as scaffold
Words as code
Words as decoration
Words as substance
and sublimation

Words create balm
Words create calm
Words create words
Words create worlds

Lets see,
See that girl
me
Running around,
Thinking she is climbing up when she’s falling down
doing too much stuff
With no time to sit and think
Or be
Watch her sink beneath
Shoulds and woulds and coulds
Drowning in potential
Being told it is essential – to choose
Knowing what ever she decides she’ll loose
So worried about what is the wrong and the right of it
So concerned to get there
Opting for the sensible
Driving for excellence
But it is a penance
An academic menace
Cutting in her soul
Severing control
The creative self no longer whole
Science on it’s own
Industrial pace
Scolar’s race
Faster and faster
No thoughts of course
But the rails laid before her

And then the metamorphosis
Disguised as derailment
Career shattered
A dark cocoon of failure, pain, fatigue…

The pace slowed
A pupa blind and crawling – souped
Pulped into components
What did it want?
What could it do?
Nothing much but to enjoy the ride
There is no longer a goal
A destination
Just a journey
And it has a beauty
Never to be supplanted
A simple happiness
A repair job of the mind
Job built around life
The dark carapace cracked by realisation
Of hope
That which inspires – teaches
Should be shared
Something of a dream
The pupa emerges neophyte once more
Awe at the world carved on my features
Two wings:
Science and Art
Unfold
I can never fly
But I can gluid
With endless wings
Sending my words and dreams and thoughts
Into the world.

I’m incredibly insipid
You’re mostly mundane
An Apathetic Archetype
To my depressingly inane

In a mediocre marriage
A relationship rut
You are no Adonis
And at best I am a slut

I’m grumpily engrating
You’re insomniac inspired
And somehow of each other
We never do grow tired!

Star stuff filtered through the cosmos
Star stuff smaller than dust
Hurtling away from explosive stella deaths

Star stuff heavy metal elements of choice
Star stuff light hydrogen and helium in plasma soup
Colliding, destroying, reforming
Different atoms to be
Diffusing out from red giant expansion
Layers of reaction
Different star mechanisms for different elements
Star stuff permeating the void
Drifting away from it’s crucible bed of origin

Star stuff amalgomated clouds, a nursery shroud
Nebulea of new star birth and planetary spheres
Spinning in eccentric concentric dance

One planet of star stuff
Still pummeled by larger bits of star dust
A planet like all made of star stuff
A planet were the inorganic began to replicate
A planet were star stuff became organic
Became something more, became organised into organisms

Star stuff alive
Star stuff crawling on beaches of star dust
With elements of stella origins making up the cellular core

Star stuff walk
Star stuff talk
Star stuff refines elements from stella explosions
Ands send a rocket to the stars
Star stuff has been watching the starts since it first became aware
Now it is time for star stuff to truelly see what is out there

Skeletal
Beauty defined
Seek completion in the hunger burns
Hating self
Reflection worse
Blazing the power of denial
Filling shrunken belly with water
Exercise to manic heights
Shin splints, lips split
Hidden and hiding
Hair lank but glossed bright
smoking the need away
Jitter, fidget, stare intense
Rearrange the room
Pick at a cushion
Weight and waiting
hurting inside
Self justifying
Self punishing
Self canabilizing
Giving you the right to live
And still that wish
Dying in the body by degrees
Eyes bright
As to you
Life becomes more complete

I want to be free but without loosing those who tethered
I want to be without pain but not without sensation
I want to achieve what I can see without killing what I can’t
I want to lose the fear of the dark without loosing empathy
I want to solidify my dreams without crystalising the nightmares
I want to seek the stories of me without fear of the adventure
I want to hear the words without fearing the truth
I want to loose control without the danger of life
I want to sing the heart without breaking the mind
I want to fear the sensible without being petrified
I want to scream to the hills without the echos within
I want to be me… without scaring you.