LPiA-24 Nov. 26
#1
Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 26
Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a New Reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for the month of November. (or one, or six, or fifteen) Prompts may be revisited at any time. All members are welcome.

Topic : Write a poem inspired by a household pest. 
Form : Any
Line requirements: 8 or more

Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish. 

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#2
FERRARA

That nothing can be hidden
is written in the fly
first creeping on the table
then feeding on her coif

then inching to her knuckle
then resting on the frame
then by touch discovered
to be a tromp-l'oeil,

the frame and the desk
simple tests of skill,
the coif and the hand
relics still attached

to their source.
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#3
Mind Over Matter

I cower at spiders,
Run from the bees,
Jump from crickets,
Kick centipedes.

I dodge the moth,
Cringe the worm,
But a fly lands on my arm,
And I don’t even squirm.
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#4
Uninstructive


Male constructs a lean-to
of silken rope from floor to wall
with a sack of his aspiration
suspended.  He then
coaxes a female underneath
upon which she accepts
the aspiration
and eats the sack.

Silverfish have no
known value to humanity
beyond gut-processing
cellulose into biofuel
and employing exterminators.

Their courtship ritual
fails to instruct us
since no ring is employed.
feedback award Non-practicing atheist
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#5
Always scratching below my knees
Cutting them in half with my nails
Rolled between my fingers hard squeeze
When the chemical treatment fails
And the dogs destroying their tales 
And the wife is so mad she flails
How the companies make their sales
The customers are begging please
Because their lives are off the rails
Anything to get rid of these
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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#6
Roaming raggedly
round the room
the bluebottle buzzes
a monotonous monotone
bouncing off windows
adding sporadic percussion
beats itself. Up-tempo techno
reaches a crescendo
as the pitch lowers
with a Doppler shift
that fades out to freedom.
feedback award wae aye man ye radgie
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#7
Scratching, more scratching,
always where it shouldn’t be.
Time to move away.
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