Mantis Oh! Green Mantis....
Mantis Oh! green mantis
Have you ever seen ants?
Yes, I have seen armies, on march in the fields
Carrying food to stores
But I do always keep away
Or I would also be carried away!
Mantis Oh! green mantis
Have you ever seen antlions?
Yes I have seen many, lurking in their pits
Throwing up sand at times
But I do always keep away
Or I would also be thrown sand anyway!
Mantis Oh! green mantis
Have you ever seen elephants?
Yes, I have seen herds, nibbling in the woods
Blowing nose at times
But I do always keep away
Or I would also be blown off anyway!
Mantis Oh! green mantis
Have you ever seen us babes?
Yes, I have seen groups, of you naughty kids
Chasing butterflies
But I do always keep away
Or I would also be chased away!
poem by Dr PJ Raj Kamal
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Mantis and Chameleon Combined
MANTIS AND CHAMELEON COMBINED
Mantis and chameleon combined
In sorrow-smile strange siren spectrum sings.
Rainbow surface spins unfathomed rings,
Intense emotions stirs. Heart, unassigned,
Awaits soft spell but enters hell, won't bind.
Much time is wasted, time whose acid stings
Must dreams dissolve, naught solve. Vain vampire wings
Each night takes flight, though fantasy, resigned,
No spice retains, scope wanes as hopes unwind.
Defensive moats must lapse, emotions bring
Ease, understanding, joy in everything,
Serenity with sharing redefined.
Mobility of spirit and of mind
Must self-acceptance learn, fears leave behind.
30 October 2001 revised 25 April 2009
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Mantis and Chameleon Combined poem (c) Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Praying Mantis
From whence arrived the praying mantis?
From outer space, or lost Atlantis?
glimpse the grin, green metal mug
at masks the pseudo-saintly bug,
Orthopterous, also carnivorous,
And faintly whisper, Lord deliver us.
poem by Ogden Nash
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Miss Praying Mantis
Miss Mantis! camouflaged stand still as you pray.
But many understand you are waiting for prey
Some other can't know so come closer to you
You promptly speed up on your mission to pursue.
To eat the prey alive, is your first choice and lust
if prey would resist, you will eat its head first,
Exclusive predator dependent on meat of prey
chew like chocolate moving the jaws sideway.
Your wisdom never ends here, you fly in nights.
To seem larger and threatening, fan wings wide.
Detect the sounds produced by approaching bats
your camouflage and colour help you to protect.
Miss Praying Mantis! too have exceptional beauty
With remarkable pose, style; totally slick and sexy,
Matching colour make up and your camouflage
Makes you no way less than a Hollywood actress.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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A mantis stalking a cicada is unaware of an oriole behind.
When the mantis hunts the locust, he forgets the shrike that's hunting him.
I imagine the life of an atheistic praying mantis to be rather torturous.
quote by Brian Celio
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The Little Priest
Met a little priest
He kneels in constant duty
Never goes amiss
With petitions, ceaselessly
Reverend Praying Mantis!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Mantelpiece
Even in the Winter
Your heart is so warm
And a poor mantis
Knows it's hard to come closer?
Though I love it's only a mean for you
And I realize the word equalize is not for small mates?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Praying Mantis
The praying mantis hardly prays!
By camouflage, it takes its preys;
It hunts insects that fly all days;
A carnivore, it always stays!
Its eyes see well for sixty feet!
It lives on branches green to eat;
Sometimes, its color looks like wheat;
It turns its neck full circle neat.
The female kills the male in sex;
Big ones can eat a frog and vex;
They are not poisonous at all;
They climb quite fast a tree or wall!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-27-2008
poem by John Celes
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Way of the Mantis
Here is our thesis animation completed at RIT.
It is the story of an impetuous Chinese monk who finds he has a thing or two to learn from an unlikely source. The animation is rendered in a brushpainted style reminiscient of old Te Wei films.
The Beautiful Changes
One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides
The Queen Anne's Lace lying like lilies
On water; it glides
So from the walker, it turns
Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you
Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes.
The beautiful changes as a forest is changed
By a chameleon's tuning his skin to it;
As a mantis, arranged
On a green leaf, grows
Into it, makes the leaf leafier, and proves
Any greenness is greener than anyone knows.
Your hands hold roses always in a way that says
They are not only yours; the beautiful changes
In such kind ways,
Wishing ever to sunder
Things and Thing's selves for a second finding, to lose
For a moment all that it touches back to wonder.
poem by Richard Wilbur
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The Stars In The Heavens....
i was the praying
mantis on the grass
when we first met
here in this
spot of mud and
water
we talked
and i made promises
like turning
dusts into butterflies
and stones into
birds
and birds into
stars
in that black sky above us
now i am watching
all those stars of you
once stones
without minds of their own
once dusts without
meaning
once birds flying without
directions
i like the way all of you glitter
as i sit upon this strip of grass
covered by
black skies
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Red And White
blemish of the needle in eye spreads:
do you still see the moon in the hills,
outstripping the aura of midnight?
resilient, waiting for a renaissance, for
a finger on the lips in dark, to read the
symptoms, feeling floral in wilderness,
the reclining Buddha will speak now,
on stillbirth of a truth in valley of lies,
telling them the god was sleeping
in sorrows of world, the spider looks like a
man’s face, moving with large belly on the
dried corpses of hapless ants, the art of
dying, without pain, when the plane was
diving, splitting into two, unconscious of
pins and butterballs, in the mouth of mantis
poem by Satish Verma
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Humility
While drinking the long night
you became taller than the eternal
question, bitten by the moon.
Witchhunting will not stop
in oligarchy. A human right
stands on the ivory gate to enter the dust.
The weightlessness is paraded
nude amongst the full-lipped
follies of ornamental speech.
The duende was lacking in palace.
Rivals held the moonlight.
Now the muse will become celibate.
A giant mantis hops on a podium
to bless the dying god, and the candle
burns whole night.
poem by Satish Verma
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Like An Inca
Said the condor to the preying mantis
Were gonna lose this place just like we lost atlantis
Brother we got to go sooner than you know
The gypsy told my fortune, she said that nothin showed.
Who put the bomb on the sacred altar?
Why should we die if it comes our way?
Why should we care about a little button
Being pushed by someone we dont even know?
Well. I wish I was an aztec,
Or a runner in peru
I would build such beautiful buildings
To house the chosen few
Like an inca from peru.
If you want to get high, build a strong foundation
Sink those pylons deep now and reach for the sky
If you want to get lost in the jungle rhythm
Get down on the ground and pretend youre swimmin.
If you want to put ice in the lava river
First you must climb, then you must stand and shiver
Brother we got to go sooner than you know
The gypsy told my fortune, the gypsy told my fortune,
The gypsy told my fortune, she said that nothing showed
Well I wish I was an aztec,
Or a runner in peru
I would build such beautiful buildings
To house the chosen few
Like an inca from peru.
Said the condor to the preying mantis
Were gonna lose this place just like we lost atlantis
Brother we got to go sooner than you know
The gypsy told my fortune, the gypsy told my fortune,
The gypsy told my fortune, she said that nothin showed.
Who put the bomb on the sacred altar?
Why should we die if it comes our way?
Why should we care about a little button
Being pushed by someone we dont even know?
Well. I wish I was an aztec,
Or a runner in peru
I would build such beautiful buildings
To house the chosen few
Like an inca from peru.
I feel sad, but I feel happy
As Im coming back to home
Theres a bridge across the river
That I have to cross alone
Like a skipping rolling stone
Like an inca.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Bug Boy
Your sweet like the honey that bees create,
Beautiful as the flower they pollinate
Your voice is like the cricket's of the night,
Charming and enchanting like the holy light
Your busy like a little worker bee,
Traveling flower-to-flower over seas
Always leaving behind a sense of joy,
Returning back home to you're little Bug Boy
Your confined like a cocoon,
Resting inside your little room
Awaiting the perfect time for people to see,
To emerge and spread your wings to be free
Your smart like the mantis's mind,
Ready to strike at anytime
Having them all on strings like a toy,
But true and loyal to you're one and only Bug Boy
poem by Andrew Curtis Markey
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Lonely Bull
Go count the udders
The children and mothers
Who suckled the crying newborn
Go talk to the elders
Who sought naught but shelter
From the light from servants unknown
Lonely dark nights
And big city lights
Surround me
Life will astound
Both the young and the proud
Give heed to the ocean's white foam
Born in Atlantis
Meaner than a Preying Mantis
My country will always be home
Give me liberty
Give me death
I love this country
Until my dying breath
Shea
Kava Kava
What that I am left with, impaled in jaws
of mantis, starting a tug of war, for the
otherness in me, seeking a bloodbath between
my poise and incestuous blue hole of black walls.
I gave you my voice, my roses. I am not afraid
of an impromptu death, but I was connected to
time-space of killing grounds of truth to save
the tears salt. I promised myself a zero gravity.
And you might take Kava kava to resolve
the conflict between round tables and square chairs.
I will go on starvation death in moon washed
landscape freezing my breath to release my soul.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Quickening
Sir Francis Bacon had a great vision
Of establishing again a New Atlantis
Planned n’ launched British invasion
Ate everything, like voracious Mantis
Freemasons broke free of their King
Framed and signed the Constitution
For show, refused kiss George’s ring
Stealth monarchy was their solution
Then till now Presidents get appointed
Groomed n’ schooled are they to lead
Masons tied to England duly anointed
Steady to “New World Order” proceed
Dear brothers’ be ye no longer fooled
America has always been British ruled
“God save us from the Queen”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Missing Her
it's been a long time
he had been away...for weeks
she takes her bath
and perfumes her whole body
she cooks him
his favorite pasta
and mixes his
rum with coca cola
she kisses him
and drags him to bed
that early night
she anticipates the grand fireworks
from his eyes
and tongue the wild clean-up
of her longings
the wholesale satisfaction
of her wildest dream
where they must turn into animals
horses copulating that long
she is no praying mantis
to eat him
and leave nothing for tomorrow
after the last dropp of sweat
she falls asleep
he takes a cigarette
puffs his smoke towards the ceiling
forming the beautiful face
of the one he truly loves
back to his past
where he was once the angel with the whitest of wings.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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