Arthur Vaso Poet Light Verse

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Stuck On You

I used to be free
Acrobatics in the air
I would soar with flair
From here to way over there
Fly away
Into my dreams
Free as the air that brushes by me
Anywhere I could be
Whatever tickles my fancy
I could be the fly on the wall
Or the annoying one
Tickling life and all of you
Laughing as I fly so free
Oh how I could dance in the skies
Landing on buffets to delight my eyes
Feasting on gourmet of french cuisine
Life so joyous from high in the skies

So one day my life came crashing down
You imprisoned me to the flyers pound
I could not escape you have me well bound
Now I struggle my life is on ground
No more flying, no more freedom
I am now all tied up and
Stuck on you
To my death I will hate this fate
Regretting the day you and I made that date
Landing on you was death in black
You are the one to steal my last breath
You are……..
Flypaper
I, the Fly

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Funom Makama October 13, 2015 at 8:06 AM longest time friend. You've just exhibited to the highest quality exactly what I have missed in here for months. Your lines are so exciting and your words are each having that second hand of drawing me back to them again and again and again irrespective of how many times I have gone through them. Its nice to be home and you are part of the reason I have this refreshing feeling. A definite 7. Cheers! Arthur Vaso October 14, 2015 at 10:30 PM Thanks Funom, I have also been busy of late, feel free to soup-mail me anytime with anything you wish me to read! Cheers! Thanks for the kind words!

Kelly Deschler September 19, 2015 at 2:09 PM I really enjoyed this charming and creative poem, written from such a unique perspective... Wonderful work, Arthur! Arthur Vaso October 3, 2015 at 10:37 PM Thanks Kelly!! :)

Charmaine Chircop September 13, 2015 at 1:54 AM : )..Oh Gee ..such a twist towards the end..Wasnt expecting it..bzzzzz : ). Freedom,love and freedom lost..yes I was expecting that..cuz we always lose a bit of who we were or we are along the way..Bzzzzzgreat bzzzzpoem.: ) Arthur Vaso October 3, 2015 at 10:34 PM LOL Thanks Charmaine

Pandita Sietesantos September 12, 2015 at 11:09 PM Brilliant as always with a great surprise at the end that caught me off guard! Love it so much! Pandita Arthur Vaso September 12, 2015 at 11:18 PM :) Thank you, that means I am the flypaper! If I caught you!

Jan Allison September 6, 2015 at 5:20 PM Love the twist at the end Arthur:-) hugs Jan xx Arthur Vaso September 12, 2015 at 11:34 PM Thanks Jan, late as always, trying to catch up here!!!!

Nette Onclaud September 6, 2015 at 6:11 AM my, what a surprise in the end... very clever, arthur!.. huggs Arthur Vaso September 12, 2015 at 11:31 PM Thank you nette, as always I am so late in replying!

Eileen Manassian September 6, 2015 at 2:29 AM Oh....thought this was be a romantic piece, Arthur, dear. I must say....you sucked the wind out of my sails....but it will do for lovers of humor. ;) Arthur Vaso September 12, 2015 at 11:18 PM Well it was romantic until I introduced the flypaper! lol Hugs!

Eve Roper September 5, 2015 at 11:53 PM I thought you were going to say swatted by a fly swatter. Love the metaphor, when we fall in love sometimes that happens. Hugs Eve Arthur Vaso September 5, 2015 at 11:56 PM Thanks Eve, the funny thing it was not even a metaphor, just a poem after a fly in a restaurant would not leave me alone! A female fly of course!!