Did God create roaches for good?
I know He could.
But was it not
A naughty plot?
Did God give us the creeps for real?
Did He not feel
That’s not the stuff
To show us love?
Did God make us to be like Him?
But, O, how grim,
When I do fret
To see His pet!
Colin Lee
This is a minute poem with exactly 60 syllables (in 30 iambic feet) and a rhyme scheme of aabb, ccdd, eeff, as prompted by Frank in dVerse’s MTB–The Minute Poem and inspired by Genesis 1:25–26, KJV:
“And God made … every thing that creepeth upon the earth after his kind: and God saw that it was good. And God said, ‘Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over … every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.’”
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Just don’t ask. None of the answers will make sense 🙂
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Just take it by faith … and smack the ugly critter! lol
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No mercy for cockroaches, even the tame one 🙂
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Mercy to them is cruelty to us. Stomp, stomp, stomp we go.
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It’s for the good of their immortal souls…Oh no! Don’t tell me they’re going upstairs too!!!!
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Oh, they’re lying dead everywhere today, in our office as well as our dormitory. Everywhere, every room, I tell ya. (Why do they almost always die upside-down?) Anyway, it’s likely this batch have simultaneously expired their procreative mission, which means … Oh, God help us.
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Surely the Almighty has a contingency plan? Unless…we’ve got it all wrong and it was ROACHES he intended to go out and multiply etc etc.
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Hmm … Sounds like a theological poem to me. But, either way, we’ve gotta keep stomping! 😉
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And brave the Creator’s wrath when we’ve stomped out of existence the chosen species. Fine. I’m with you.
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Thanks, and sorry for the late reply … I just did 10 roaches last night. Argh! I pray Heaven is a place without these critters!
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If the Buddhists are right, you could end up being one next time around 🙂
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I’ll let my next life worry about that in his life and carpe diem on this one … Stomp on, Jane!
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Stomping…
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I hadn’t thought about running into whatever God’s pet or pets might be. Now I’m wondering what they are. The cockroach in the photo reminds me of aliens in movies. Nice minute poem, Colin!
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Re the pet, I was referring to the roaches. Aliens? Oh! That’s it … they hideous devils must have got here on a meteor!
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That’s the second cockroach on WordPress – there was a cockroach kigo on Carpe Diem! Interesting questions, Colin, but I don’t think we’ll ever know the answers!
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Imagine, here in midsummer, when these “cold”-blooded critters metabolise at 40 degrees C: they run like quicksilver and fly like wasps — definitely a much more imminent concern than the weather to poem about! And, you’re right. We might never know the answers. Thanks for dropping by, Kim. 🙂
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They fly! 😮
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Not very gracefully, but they do!
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Maybe the cockroach was made in God’s image, and looks at us and thinks “ugh!”.
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Ha! Yes! “Humans? Those bags of bloody clay … with 20 creepy digits? Ugh!”
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I liked the rhyming of love with stuff, that’s my kind of rhyme!
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Thanks, my friend. I’ve done this rhyme before — even more extensively. Maybe you might find it interesting too:
https://pescetarianpoet.wordpress.com/2016/06/01/have-you-and-i-not-learned-enough/
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I wish I had this poem when I was in high school, it brings clarity to the confusing, sprawling mess of politics and war both through it’s orderly rhythm and through it’s focus on the lives of regular people. Well done!
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Thanks. It’s a favourite piece of mine, and I’m glad it touches you in a nice way. 🙂
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Gotta talk to him about earwigs and mosquitoes too. Maybe Lucifer helped a bit.
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The morning star must have brought them critters over from his galaxy … like an MIB prelude or something!
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The picture and poem were quite descriptive. I love all Gods creatures, roaches look best under my shoes
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Your benevolence almost had me until … eww! I’ll let you have the honour, sir.
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Poem fine, Critter yuk, put me off good and proper….eughhhhh…
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Oops! Thanks, and sorry, Alison. Hope you weren’t having lunch or something. Lol
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A minute ode to the lowly cockroach … the bane of humanity (the cockroach, not the ode). Save yourself!
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Fight or flight … Run!
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Have not seen one lately, thankfully ~ Blessed be the creatures that I don’t see, ha..ha…
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That’s one thing I like about the snow … keeping these cold-blooded critters away well enough. I just did 10 last night — yes, bless their souls. Lol
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Love your poem – hate the picture! You do the form so well and the whimsical approach to such deep creation questions make me laugh. I have always hoped that the cockroach came with the curse in Genesis 3. Living in the sub-tropics of Florida, the roach and gator are ever with us; only one of them do I actually stomp… wait, I’m in charge of extracting stray lizards gently from our house; my husband does roach duty. With regards to that procreative mission, they must be flushed.
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Thanks, Jilly! Well I’m afraid, according to the Bible, the roaches should be part of the first week’s creation. (Will they also be in paradise?) Stray lizards? Sounds like a piece of cake. (Heck no!) Roaches are a much lesser evil. Great respect to you Floridians — well, more to you who deal with the “lizards”. Lol
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Ha! Okay, I know the roaches are a part of creation, but I can have my dreams about how the Curse caused us to suddenly go ‘Bleah!’ over them, along with toiling the ground. 🙂 The big ‘lizards’ tend to stay in the ponds and are not an issue. We do have many little lizards and geckos that occasionally slip through the door. I tenderly capture them and return them to the garden.
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I see. Or it might have been the fruit of the knowledge of good and evil, huh? While we don’t have big reptiles over here, I like having a gecko or two (preferrably the quiet female) running around the house to eat up small insects. They eat up roaches’ youngs too.
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A wonderful write that asks a deeply spiritual question. Much thought went into writing this poem.
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Thanks, Charley. To be honest, I wasn’t thinking “much”. I got up at 3 am, heavy-eyed, only too eager to take up the MTB challenge, scribbled whatever came first to mind and returned to the hay right after. When I got up in the morning, I took a good hangover moment to recall the “sleep-poeming”. Put it your way … Fun stuff straight out of the subconscious cliff of sanity. 🙂
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Sanity is so overrated. Whatever the case, you write deeper in sleep mode than most of the writers out here do hyped on caffeine.
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Well, to be fair, Charley, it’s rather painless for a poet to rhyme a philosophical question, in comparison to a philosopher who tries to answer it poetically. 😉
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Don’t try to answer it. It lessens the discussion when someone answers an essential question like it is mathematical/empirical. Philosophy’s power is in its questions, not its answers. And the poet is the one who takes the cumbersome sword from the smith and pares it down to a rapier, razor sharp.
Sorry… must be the coffee talking!
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I like this analogy — poetic like a rapier. Thank God for coffee (not roaches, although both lead to heightened attention)!
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and the shakes!
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I think it is some kind of tough love on God’s part. 😉 This is some serious question wearing fun clothes.
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One of those questions to ask in paradise. Lol
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Like rats & rattlesnakes, roaches are here to spice up our perfect lives, to test us, to bite us, cajole, anger, and frighten us–part of the mysterious grand scheme of things
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Awfully mysterious indeed. But that’s a nice way to put it, Glenn. Thanks!
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Nice poem but man do roaches give me the creeps.
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Don’t they, right?
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