Best Black Fly Poems

O'er fields strewn with harvested evergreens,
There ventured a marine from Queens,
His flesh were a slight inky, his clothing was ragged,
No more alive, flowing in dread...

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Dry leaves carpeted the floor,
'Any objection to the joining of these two?'
No answer,only the snake hisses and the bee buzzes,
Holy matrimony far from family members...

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I see a bottle on a green
Royal marble mantelpiece
Behind a sheer screen
Dividing the abyss
Of hidden knowledge 
With a little black fly
Trapped forever inside 
She flies...

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Yes, Jose,
this is another love letter
from anthroprivileged me
to LeftBrain dominant you
for multicultural us.

I'm still here
sinking into my deep blue camp chair
with feet resting on a...

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A hungry black fly
Looks around the small white weed
With two big red eyes...

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Some folks just don't have a life of their own.
Some live on other's problems.
Some live on other's dreams, and hopes for the future.
Some live on...

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The invisible hand that rocks the cradle
Also rocks the grave
The invisible hand of Smith’s fable
From a poor hand many gave

Sow the seed of greed
Young indeed
For...

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Repressed, sombre colours
weep a blurry sadness.
Melancholic, metallic hues
bite a frustrated, untouched lip -
silently surrendering
crimson, golden spheres of promise…
They dissolve, shrinking to watery flakes,
melting to a...

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In the low pasture
cowbirds are picking over humming cow pats.

In the high sheepfold
lambs are dropping small round blueberries
that are really not blueberries
and the whirring beetles...

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Furious purple pen
Seeking sassy strawberries
A black fly in the coffee

The pen waits and waits
In case a gale grows and gathers
Sticks to shake the branches

Fervent pink...

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Carnivorous blooms
hothouse fed,
thick tonged in lolling herds.

Feeding time is all day.
The flies are introduced
in humming shifts.

By evening 
the electric buzz is dimmed,
the curvaceous florals ingest;
sticky...

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There’s an aching in my heart
Just in a little bit now Ill be ok
The black sheep constant game
Arrives and sails his sympathy in absent muse

They...

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A black fly in midwinter
has burgled the warm air of the kitchen.

It struggles for height,
a brittle-winged air-bender
reaching for plateaus,
higher footstools,
grasping for spice shelves
or the slope...

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A humid day,
mosquito clouds swarm along
a red dirt road to the farm.
There are grimy rows of pig pens,
hazed dark by humming hordes
of black fly.

Bob (an...

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