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GRANADA CAMP FOR WAYWARD POETS – AMPHIBIANS, ARACHNIDS AND REPTILIANS

July 19 – The beauty of the great outdoors is in full view. The majesty of the hills and mountains frame the landscape. The tranquility of our lake calms and soothes.The cabins and tents are aligned neatly and with precision.

But lets not forget the critters and creepy crawly things that are found around the campsite. Write of the fauna and lesser creatures that roam our planet.

 

STAYING ON THE TRAIL

July 18 – THIS AND THAT

July 17 – SURVIVOR

July 16 – THE LAKE : OTTAVA RIMA (FORM)

July 15 – CAMP OLYMPICS

July 14 – IT’S RAINING (INSIDE)

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56 thoughts on “GRANADA CAMP FOR WAYWARD POETS – AMPHIBIANS, ARACHNIDS AND REPTILIANS

  1. connielpeters on said:

    Love this, Viv. One of my favorites of yours.

  2. TEN FAUNA HAIKU

    dragonfly buzzing
    at the flower of my ear
    sips the nectared sounds

    all the woods tremble
    to the drone of cicadas
    except the day sky

    proficient flier
    early in its mayfly life–
    summer prodigy

    work of honey bees
    in one swoop of thievery
    touches tongues of bears

    buzzwords
    of the bumblebee
    are known only to the flowers

    the ground we walk on
    is the ceiling of creatures
    thriving in darkness

    in the shade of elms
    frogs bask in the afterglow
    of hopping day

    meandering snakes
    twisted in tall grass
    seek out temptations

    tongues of frogs extend
    long aerial runways that
    force-land dragonflies

    frogs on the lit pond
    share the giant lily pad
    of moon’s reflection

    #

  3. Camp Creatures

    Up before dawn for my lake devotional
    Rerouted for a walk around the campground
    Eyes open to new and exciting adventures
    My quest to observe camp creatures

    There’s Maintenance Mike with tools on belt
    Ready to fix whatever we might break
    And Cathy the Cook with rollers in her hair
    Trying her best to feed this wild herd

    Counselor Chuck has his pad and his whistle
    Bright orange sneakers and wide brimmed hat
    Preacher Paul Peters is praying for the day
    For clear skies, safety, and another lost soul

    Then out of the woods jogs Recreation Rita
    She makes us shake and shimmy and sweat
    With coffee cups in they head for the hall
    Piano Man Patrick and Guitarist Gary practice

    So may camp creatures up and on the move
    Working to put the camp needle in the groove

    © 2014 Earl Parsons

  4. Priti on said:

    Ants
    Simply evolving, ants
    itsy bitsy heads
    follow savory trails
    on their pilgrimage
    working and working
    their strong limbs
    belly dancer waists
    and moon gasters
    bloodless and brittle
    carry tall burdens
    to bury themselves
    in sandy hills
    leaving the sun
    for other thrills

  5. RJ Clarken on said:

    Game

    See, Scorpion and Dragonfly,
    just spur of moment, found a deck
    of cards and started playing War.

    Since Scorpion was losing, wry-
    ly, she said, “Dragonfly, let’s check
    on what Big Frog – whom I adore –

    is doing. He is soooo cute!” Sigh.
    Bored, Dragonfly shrugged. “What the heck.”
    With that, they crossed the forest floor.

    They found Big Frog, who winked an eye,
    and asked, “For me, you made this trek?”
    Then Scorpion blushed, mumbling, “Sure.”

    “Well, ribbit!” Big Frog did exclaim,
    “I’ve got a deck of cards. You game?”

    ###

  6. Wm Preston on said:

    ARACHNID

    A spider waltzing along the wall
    seems to be dancing with itself.
    I gaze, amazed that one so small
    is such a peripatetic elf

    who, when its travels are complete,
    sits still and waits for passersby
    to shriek and leap upon their feet
    and vanish in the blink of an eye.

    copyright 2014, William Preston

  7. (Poem w/image: http://lettheballoonssailmeaway.wordpress.com)

    Butterfly Stowaways

    They climbed inside and struggled to
    Avoid the hand belonging to
    The little person going thru
    Her pack of clothes to find her shoe
    She found it but before she knew
    They flew away, holding her shoe.

  8. The Singers and the song

    Between the bushes and the drooping trees
    The noise of the evening woodlands
    Vibrates as we approach the pond
    Hundreds of green-clad singers
    Invisible, but loud
    The chorus of a summer evening
    When the woods are damp
    And the air is still

    Grandfather bull-frog on a lily leaf
    Teen-age frogs serenade from the water’s edge
    Tree frogs from the neighboring tree-tops
    Music for a summer’s evening in the woods
    The amphibian chorus needs no rehearsals
    Doing what comes naturally
    In the woodlands
    In the summertime
    When the sun slips away.

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  10. This Poem is a Moth, a Centipede and a Bumblebee

    This poem is a Luna moth.
    This poem is a centipede.
    This poem is a bumblebee.

    This poem is a seven day surprise.
    Its graceful papery wings are lime-green,
    it’s a giant-silent-beauty against the building –
    this poem is a Luna moth.

    This poem’s hidden and travels fast.
    It’s carried on many tiny legs,
    it numbers its steps mathematically –
    this poem is a centipede.

    This poem has an inner-compass.
    It isn’t the means and miracle of honey,
    magic is in its static electric vest and pollen laden legs –
    this poem is a bumblebee.

    This poem’s wings peer with mesmerizing eyes – a Luna moth.
    This poem’s legs are secret-swift and unfettered – the centipede.
    This poem knows its long way home – it’s a bumblebee.

    Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2014

    A couple of notes from my research travels… Luna moths live for about seven days, centipedes hang out in hidden damp places because they lack a barrier in their skin that most bugs have so they can’t retain their moisture and bumblebees are important pollinators but they don’t make large quantities of honey to store.

    Also, this poem is written using the new form that I created called Boomerang Metaphors…to find out more about how to write one and a couple places that it’s being featured right now, please feel free to click over and scroll to the end of my poem for a few links. 🙂

    • What a cool form, Hannah. I will have to go over and check it out. I love ‘pollen laden legs’

    • William Preston on said:

      I am commenting late — yesterday got away from me — but I wanted to thank you for this form. It is intriguing and I am going to play with it. I love a new toy, and I love this poem too. The explanation on your site is very helpful. Bloomin’ boomerang metaphors might be comin’ `round.

      • Wonderful, William!! Thank you for taking the time to tell me how much you like it! I’m thrilled to see what happens for you with this new poetic toy of a tool! Be sure to share with me if it please you! 🙂 Happy day and that does have a ring to it…Bloomin’ Boomerang Metaphors!

  11. Creature Discomforts

    How can you sleep
    knowing they creep,
    fly, buzz, slither, and crawl?

    Frogs and crickets vie
    for most jarring cry.
    Worse than that, mosquitos on the wall.

    Outside of the campgrounds
    far away from scary sounds
    you can sleep without being mauled.

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  13. connielpeters on said:

    The crickets sound lovely at night
    Fine chorus at dimming of light
    But one in my tent
    Will soon make me bent
    On killing that critter on sight

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  15. The Wee Ones

    The frogs
    (I adore)
    small ones, large ones but the tree frogs are my favorite.

    Salamanders and lizards
    (I love to see)
    as long as they don’t crawl on me.

    Spiders
    (I dislike)
    I’ve committed murder too many times to count.

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