Best Swatting Poems
UNQUOTABLE QUOTES - LIV : Swatting flies in Buckingham Palace from the White House
When Bianca Nobilissima, the statuesque Sea Anne-Anne anchor in her Star-Trek heat-wave get-up exposing her sculptured architectural buoy spaces from head to heel (even Mr. Spock would raise eyebrows wishing he were human) disclosed – with the riotous rowdy Westminster Parliament for a backdrop – that she would give « anything » ( ???) to be (not necessarily verbatim) « a fly on the wall » during the British premiership « changing-of-the-guard » at Buckingham Palace just to see if the new Brexit-PM would actually « kiss » Her Majesty’s graciously proffered hand or just merely « sniff » at it, to say the least, she must have had no inkling whatsoever of the grave danger she was courting for right in those phantasmagoric surroundings resides a DUDE who is a past-master at « swatting » flies whether on, against or behind the wall or, for that matter,
even through the wall !
Guess WHO was watching the same emission ? for HE, too, proclaimed how he would love to be « a fly on the wall » just to listen to growls and growses in Democratic corridors of power on impeachment designs after the Senate Mueller hearings !!!
The Teutonic strains in the principally Norman royal household might reverberate to the chilling ribaldry of the Koninklijke Chorale Caecilia --(under the baton of Paul DINNEWETH and the ethereally uplifting voices : Martine REYNERS (soprano), Philip DEFRANCQ (tenor) and Joris DERDER (baritone) -- through Carl ORFF’s care-may-the-Devil-be : CARMINA BURANA performance : http : www.al-production.be
Would that the newly-ordained PM recall the medieval poet’s Old-German
in these lines :
Were din werit alle min
von deme mere unze an den Rin,
des weht ih mih darben,
daz diu chunegin von Engellant
lege an minen armen.
Translation (taken from the internet without credits) :
Were all the world mine
from the sea to the Rhine,
I would starve myself of it
so that the Queen of England
might lie in my arms.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, July 29, 2019
swatting reasoning
interesting thoughts i have
back to the fading
This current swatting hoax is of interest to me,
as I experienced it once unfortunately.
In the spring of 2014 while doing chores there
suddenly was a great police presence at my front
door.
I came out in my yard, my shoulders I shrugged,
certain this was in error, a communication bug..
A false paper trail, the Bowie police inept,
could have caused me injury or even my death.
Another persons mental health was out of control
and I was the one who paid the toll.
Various levels of police didn't communicate, there
was history in my 911 calls for goodness sake.
I told myself to stay calm and ask why.
How could their communications have gone so awry?!"
Some of the swat team was nice that I met.
The smarter officers realized I posed no threat.
An unarmed sixty-four year old woman in her front yard.
Too much extra drama for this want a be bard!
Once the officers realized I wasn't a threat, the swat team
disassembled and abruptly left.
It's now the year 2024 and several politicians
are being greeted with swat teams at their door.
This waste of resources. This political ruse is also
a form of police abuse.
Before more citizens have swat teams descend on their place,
the levels of police must communicate.
It's a national disgrace..
~Laid back giant cat on highway,
so swatting at birds flying in sky.~
4/29/19
When swatting a mosquito,
What you’re trying to prevent
Is an itchy bite and no one
Would object to your intent.
Yet swatting’s definition
Has evolved into a threat,
Whereby false reports made to the police
Are sent without regret.
The judges now presiding
In Trump’s trials, it appears,
Have been targets of such swatting –
Something new in their careers.
Just how low these swat fanatics
Seem to go should bring us pause,
Since there’s utter disregard
For all our well-established laws.
We should shudder when we think of
Those who, under MAGA’s sway,
Will bring anarchy upon us
Which we cannot swat away.
The despicable fly thinks he is tall
Because he landed so high on the wall
But I’m about to show him just how small
He truly is when I make him fall
All because of a fly on the wall.
With a paper rolled tight with a band
Held firm in my good right hand,
I’ll send that dirty fly to the promised land —
The end of said fly will be so grand.
All because of a fly on the wall.
I draw back, then let it go,
Delivering the most powerful blow.
That nasty fly just has to go —
But alas, there’s nothing to show.
All because of a fly on the wall.
The cunning beast is fiercely fast —
I’ll stop him yet with a greater blast.
Time for mercy is long past.
A swing. A miss. I am aghast.
All because of a fly on the wall.
Past my ear the fly goes buzzing —
It truly makes me want to cuss-ing.
Now his brain I’ll be concussing,
But instead, my room’s a-mussing.
All because of a fly on the wall.
The lamp is broken, the desk upturned —
The fly. The fly. My anger burned.
But it does not seem concerned;
Oh fly, your buzzing, I’ll adjourn.
All because of a fly on the wall.
My efforts redouble, I do my worst —
My head is pounding, near to burst.
Oh this fly, it must be dispersed —
I miss again. I’m cursed, accursed.
All because of a fly on the wall.
Chest heaving, not enough air —
But I’ll do for that fly, it hasn’t a prayer.
Swing and swat, but it’s never there,
The fly acts as if it hasn’t a care.
All because of a fly on the wall.
I stumble, bumble, fumble, and fall —
Pushed too hard for something so small.
Too spent to stand, too weak to crawl —
Nothing to show though I’ve given my all.
All because of a fly on the wall.
My breath grows shallow, vision goes dark —
So much effort, I’ve left not a mark.
The truth sets in; reality stark —
I meet my end with none to remark.
All because of a fly on the wall.
cows and horses graze
tails sway from side to side
oh those pesty flies