Best Horse Fly Poems
Do DINOS SOAR, do fish have SOLE
Do elephants have ANTS in their PHANTS
Have you ever seen a real HORSE FLY
Or a FIRE that's started by ANTS
A PEA CAN go wherever MAN GOES
Does a CROC know how to DIAL
Is every HIPPOS A POT OF MUSH
Can laughing hyenas just SMILE
Do MANTIS PREY, does DON have a KEY
Is there always at least TEN in a KIT
CRYSANTHA'S MUM is such a pretty thing
Do LIONS tell the truth just a bit
If a PELI CAN, does she wear a Z BRA
Does WILL OWE anybody money
Does SNOW have a FLAKY personality
A bear's favourite would BEE HONEY
Are DILLS always DAFFY as far as you know
Can CUMULUS CLOUD your view
I hear there's some trees that are EVER GREEN
Why are BOOBY'S feet always BLUE
If you can answer any or all of these questions
Write me at seventy-seven Cuckoo Lane
I'd sure like to hear from all you folks
To prove I'm not going insane
© Jack Ellison 2015
(A Re-broadcast)
grabbed my dixie cup
buzzing my cabins window ..
a horse fly
Zombie Pattoo Toem
There are people who sleep in hedgerows.
Funky as a fluffy guinea pig.
Others live in cars.
Cool Yankee dream,
car groovers!
Oh beautiful Greece you make my heart soar eternally.
Spinning top careers wildly.
My time for mardy little girls,
with their prissy lil noses stuck in the air,
is measured in nano seconds.
I'll ride their curvy white back cowboy style on a circus stage.
Hey squid brain,
go and hide in my ammonite shell,
clam it up and shut the front door.
Horse fly from hell with a devil stinger in the nose.
You bight my tats.
I lose colour.
Twit, coloured purple!
Interesting flying machine from the gates of hell.
My pain level is an eight on a scale of one to ten.
Poor you, someone says. Someone who has no idea
That I have been running on pain levels of ten for three weeks.
An eight is terrific; great, something to strive for tomorrow.
Shingles has taken me hostage, inside my own house.
My body is her host, my mind wondering what I have done
in this lifetime or any other that was so bad that I deserve
a punishment like this.
I finally figured out today if I am sitting on a cold pack,
my pain level goes down to an eight. It took me two E.R.
visits, four days in a hospital and trying everything I could
fathom I could stand before I stumbled upon this wondrous idea today.
My skin is so hyper-sensitive that a horse fly landed on my
arm today and it felt like a honeybee digging a stinger into me.
The morphine pain pills did not cut it, so I got something else.
I hate to tell you, but they are not as effective as the morphine pills.
I have never in my life felt this level of pain.
I know there is a reason but I have no idea what it is.
I hope that I have suffered enough for all of my family and
All of my friends because I have suffered enough for every one of you.
This fly's been avoiding me
As I have a fly swatter
He is quite a large horse fly
Finally he's near
He lands square on my shoulder
Can't swat him, he will bite me
And he did, ow, he can bite
Andrea's bitten
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Linda-Marie's "!!!BITE ME!!!" contest
4/6/2012
Lindsey, Lindsey, Lady Spy
Are you ready for the next thriller?
Can you pin down this horse fly?
Lindsey, Lindsey, princess chiller
Found no clues, no motives,no reason why
Lindsey, Lindsey, community pillar
But you're the reason that we die,
Lindsey, Lindsey, perp driller
Have you been sleeping with a killer?
Do DINOS SOAR, do fish have SOLE
Do elephants have ANTS in their PANTS
Have you ever seen a HORSE FLY
Or a FIRE that's started by ANTS
A PEA CAN go wherever MAN GOES
Does a CROC know how to DIAL
Do you think every HIPPOS A MUST
Can laughing hyenas just SMILE
Do MANTIS PREY, does DON have a KEY
Is there always at least TEN in a KIT
CRYSANTHA'S MUM is such a pretty thing
Do LIONS tell the truth just a bit
If a PELI CAN, would she wear a Z BRA
Does WILL OWE anybody money
Does SNOW have a FLAKY personality
A bear's favourite would BEE HONEY
Are DILLS always DAFFY as far as you know
Can CUMULUS CLOUD your view
Are there some trees that are EVER GREEN
Why are BOOBY'S feet always BLUE
If you can answer any of these questions
Write me at seventy-seven Cuckoo Lane
I'd sure like to hear from all you folks
To prove that I'm not going insane
©Jack Ellison 2012
When A Young Cowboy's Mother Speaks To Him
Son, heed wise words when true words are given
Shoe your horse well, ride for a faster fight
With your courage firm, stand for true liven
THO' EVIL CREEPS TO SLAY IN DEAD OF NIGHT.
Son, hold thy tongue as it may wander loose
Make thy bed as morn's cold brings long chills
Heed western law, as well, the hangman's noose
For judges quick-hang those with wanton kills!
With these word may thy life reward thy heart
More decades before resting in thy grave
Thy father's death was sad, this I impart
Life would have been best if more love he gave!
Now let thy horse fly upon open range
Honor thy life, regardless others change
Robert J. Lindley, 1-12-2017
Sonnet
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 116
NOTE-
A friends fine poem about his mother that he loved so dearly, got me thinking about our mothers and what they say and do for us!
Thus I started writing and this came out like a flood...
I mean almost non-stop it came!
When my Muse rushes me like that, I've learned over these many decades, to not change a thing!
Bothersome boats of pickles can sail away with their self inflated ideology. Whilst free-falling atoms can give a lovely fragrance at any time of the year. At any given moment it is wise to watch the clock. This will ascertain whether the seventeen mile ling purple frog is arriving. Belch of a horse fly then human lover. Delivery of a massive queue of bison in a Sunday array. They travel to picnic on vistas,steppes,and plateaus. Whenever a visitor is present the party of the self absorbed foetuses chortle. And much jeering heard from portly faces and large gutted horses. Yet the flowers planted will rise. As in an arranged garden. Such prowess. Such progress. Such outward progression. Appreciated by trees,fauna,and the occasional operatic tune of a cloud. Basing ones norms in a pan with mildew is unwelcome. And most hazardous are the suited booted lizard people who dwell in seas. Motionless static. Unhelpful. Monotonous. And very tedious. So buy twenty books and learn to balance accordingly. For literature contains knowledge. And supernatural oddities are as comforting as a fur cape in a cave. Biscuit faced men are really quite demonic. And often stare with glazed eyes after mixing with a great deal of sugar. Whilst bouncing knees resemble a craving for consumption of rye coloured cakes. Often rye colours are located in lavatories or luxurious vehicles. How marvellously enchanting the aromatic vision of a small quantity of pin people. Once placed never removed. Wounding not. But standing ground. Akin to ancient sites on scrolls. Take that economically inclined slug and place it on a congested pavement at once. Tailor made is the delivery. And fornicated are the once steel henchmen for they are now ice. And ice melts. Even. Eventually. Eventful. Events. Portly partridges. Pallor. Squander not a salopian swoon. Basicity. Xxxxx ha and I will take a pretty free vibrant froggy to a ball of nations. *** perpendicular. X.
IF YOU COME ACROSS A FROG,
IN A SWAMPY BUGGY BOG...
AND, YOU ARE A BIG HORSE FLY...
YOU WILL GET SLURPED UP AS YOU GO BY.
I was sitting shirtless on the sand
When a nosy horse-fly sat on my hand
I was going to swat him, shoot-fly away
But instead I watched him, till he flew away
As the minutes passed, he came on back
I thought to smack him, but I cut him slack
Again, I watched him...as he watched me
until he flew, out to the sea
I watched him land, atop a wave
Thought to myself, that fly is brave
He would probably make something, a tasty dish
A bird, a crab, a hungry fish
But he flew on back, landed on my hand
As I sat there shirtless, on the sand
So, we shared some time, just he and I
A shirtless man, a brave horse-fly
Your Favorite Rhyme Poem In August 2021 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Written 8/6/2021
Yesterday...
I had
an idea...
today,
it sifts
through a
a mesh...
of...
memory:
the
pebble
slips
down
the hill
of
the dune
unnoticed,
'til
the
boy
kicks
a horse-
fly.
And
the
minute
sun-
bleached
stones
are tossed
into
the air,
in which
they
resemble
a chaotic
dance
of
gnats;
and
the
edges...
of
the
dune
slide
by
their
-hidden figures-
that
curve
into
-each other-
like
the
beach-
grass,
baked
deeply-
tanned
streaks
of
green
that
bend
-and touch-
within
the salty
wind.
And
every
ripple
of
the
sea
is
the
twinkle
-of stars-
Sinking butterflies drip from the cocoon of consciousness
which no bee nor horse fly could understand for a blink,
and which even humans wish could retreat to the fallen:
Of a body, of a vein, of a spot across a field.
In what daisy does that petal float
where it found it's fateful bee that resists its wings.
Threats from the concrete river keep it mulling,
always waiting for the stem reincarnate.
Why caterpillar nor sunflower betroth it gift
is a bee's greatest myth.
While men worry of time not spent changing
black and yellow armies collapse with no wars raging.
Ripple through, wave goodbye, droplets leave for the sky.
A bee must drown,
a caterpillar will scatter,
only for the butterfly, with wings agape, to show its beauty in death that waits.
Sticks and stones will kill on sight
anything which proposes light.
Black and white stripes guide only us at night,
how funny that stripes are walked upon without a fight.
Out in the spring air
grass between my toes
green horse fly consuming me
in a peaceful yard
only in the light of day
rrrrr rrrrr
Buzzing fly
Big one
Horse fly
Annoying me
I will snap it with my notebook
If I get the chance.
It lands on my hand.
I am not in the mood for this today.
rrrr rrrr
Now there are two of them
tormenting me
I am not in the mood
I miss them both
Several times
They buzz around me a bit more.
Just to show me who owns these woods.