As tears fall
I open my moldered eyes to see myself
Blurred and grotty
I’m beginning to rot now
My skin melting into my bedsheets
Moldy and itching with pests
Am i one of them?
Am i another eyesore?
Am i as revolting as the blowflies?
I’ll admit that i feel
Repugnant in love
But how can that be so
When i rot for you?
Look at what i’ve done
All for you
I have never hurt so badly
And this time it’s not because
Of the bugs shredding my skin
Burrowing
But because you never left my heart
You were always there
Just another maggot
Burrowed in my flesh
Categories:
blowflies, 11th grade, betrayal, boyfriend,
Form: Free verse
summer's plentiful
houseflies eat cat food, dog poop....
slurp coffee, cough, spit
These past three summers have been awful for houseflies and blowflies coming inside my home every time a door is opened. I use fly swatters and bug spray to try to kill them but not so successful sometimes. Twice here lately I have seen one in my nearly empty glass or coffee cup. Yuck. Thank God I saw it before I drank!!!!
I think this is probably a combination of Senryu and Haiku
Categories:
blowflies, nature,
Form: Haiku
Why did God make blowflies?
To try our patience
There is no doubt.
They'll land on juicy steak
When you leave it out
Very soon you will find
Little maggots wriggling on fresh meat
The blowfly has laid her babies
Now isn't that so sweet?
That's what God intended
All his creatures do
Go forth and multiply
That is his golden rule
Categories:
blowflies, cute, funny, light,
Form: Light Verse
Life in the house is pretty easy these days,
what with washers, vacuams, fridges, and microwaves.
My poor old mum had none of those,
just the old fashoined copper, and scrubbing board, to wash our clothes.
No mains water, or power,
so of course, there was no shower.
Meat safe hanging in the tree outside,
giant blowflies, committing suicide.
Baking a cake was quite a feat,
for the wood stove had to be kept at a constant heat.
At night the kerosine lamp was lit,
for a nighttime visit to the bog outside, one required a candle for a sit.
Hot water cylinder rumbling away,
meant the wood stove had been going all day.
The old flat iron, for ironing clothes,
permanent press, there were none of those.
I know exactly what my old mum would say,
if she saw the gadgets we have in our homes today.
Holy Cow.
Categories:
blowflies, life, old, old, mum,
Form: Blank verse
Life in the house is pretty easy these days,
what with washers, vacuams, fridges, and microwaves.
My poor old mum had none of those,
just the old fashoined copper, and scrubbing board, to wash our clothes.
No mains water, or power,
so of course, there was no shower.
Meat safe hanging in the tree outside,
giant blowflies, committing suicide.
Baking a cake was quite a feat,
for the wood stove had to be kept at a constant heat.
At night the kerosine lamp was lit,
for a nighttime visit to the bog outside, one required a candle for a sit.
Hot water cylinder rumbling away,
meant the wood stove had been going all day.
The old flat iron, for ironing clothes,
permanent press, there were none of those.
I know exactly what my old mum would say,
if she saw the gadgets we have in our homes today.
Holy Cow.
Categories:
blowflies, mother, old, old, mum,
Form: Narrative