the june bug


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    last summer, i watched a june bug stumble over cracks in the hot city sidewalk. i came up with this poem 5 minutes later....weird huh ?

    the june bug

    here comes spring and summer
    all hot
    with passions exposed and raw
    this mating season ;
    where fights break out among the men
    and the women hate each other in silence
    sex and love and lust
    so spontaneous
    clumsy like the june bug
    that in its haste
    trips over its own appendages
    and stumbles with the burden of a body
    its own body.


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    BlissfullTerror commented on the june bug


    i also agree with everyone else that has commented on this poem.. very good.. :) i hope to read more :D

    trocka7 commented on the june bug


    great poem, Crush!!! am thrilled to know you are still writing :)



    thank you, is always good to hear from you.

    cheronld commented on the june bug


    Ahhhh....the mind is a terrible thing to waste....nice to see you know what to do with yours...and its done well my friend....I liked the whimsy in this write.....nicely done...Cher



    thank you,'s always nice when you stop by.

    1990lh commented on the june bug


    oh i love this little write it was a fun and playful read. yep i agree with everyone else fantastic job and it think it is even more wonderful that you were inspired by a june buggie hhahhaha. you capture the mating season perfectly in this. :0)



    thank you very much. this was kicking around my portfolio for awhile. glad you liked it. thanks .

    ApaqRasgirl commented on the june bug


    OK! am stuck in the world here of your words as I read each one gets better. This is a terrific little piece of beginnings of the mating season. great job....thanks for sharing love Asha



    awww that is so sweet to say. thank you for dropping by. understand that i really appreciate your time.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Crush’s Poems (59)

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    skin 2
    the midnight girl 1
    hold 1
    here 0
    the other 1
    flashback 1
    violent pretty 1
    the people in the attic 1
    the ride 1
    my nightmares are awake 1
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    waiting 3
    welcome 5
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    crows feet 7
    rats 5
    the mobster 4
    perfect 6
    jumper 5
    lady godiva 3
    malaise 3
    pirate 4
    flight on time 3
    fear of falling 4
    unfinished crow ? 5
    touch ( aka, am i made of summer ) 8
    elephant 5
    cancer 8
    skyline 5
    st. saviour 2
    satellites 4
    were you waiting for me ? 10
    snapshot 5
    fists 12
    lauren 17
    insomnia 18
    ceremony 12
    mother 14
    ash 27
    the june bug 15
    low 19
    thorns 10
    paralyzed 9
    mr. sparkle 15
    dresses 15
    glass 13
    cemetaries 18
    throe 18
    if i fell in love 27
    pills 22
    off black 20
    mannequin 22
    umbrage 12
    sick boy 12
    kelly has a big head 21
    unfairly fairy 26