Bluebottles Poems | Examples


The Bluebottle Buffet

On a red hot summer's day,
you may see a bluebottle buffet.
If you take a stroll in the park,
the flies eat dog poo like fish by a shark.

A banquet for all those hungry flies
big or small it doesn't matter what size.
There's always some dog poop that's spoiling the sight,
but the bluebottles don't mind as they take another bite.
Categories: bluebottles, animal, dog, fun, funny,
Form: Rhyme

Premium MemberIf You Pull a Long Face - Part Xxxv

IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXV

IF you pull a long croquet face
While picking your teeth index and thumb over molar
Canines will drip corrosive acids on knuckles and nails
E'en if you lose anonymous self in a crowded alley

If you pull a long twisted itching face
All through childhood while making hay
You risk being stung by bluebottles and fleas
Right where you may not much like 'em to stay

If you pull a long self-conscious face
Guilt straining your under-your-wear during play
Tell-tale signs beyond control those stains on lace
Parents by Law only keep teens so long as they obey

If you pull a long pre-maturé face
E'en a Mahatma Gandhi married at puberté
At 36 assumes Brahmacharya celibate sacrifice
To libido's extra-marital experience falls prey

If you must pull a long pedo-de-filed priestly face
Pull it not on homeless orphan or pious nun gone astray
Tussle all alone the Devil in you from pantry to pillow-case
Or else the Man in Hu-Man would drive the Wo-Man gay

© T. Wignesan - Paris, February 21, 2019
Categories: bluebottles, child abuse, feelings, loneliness,
Form: Dramatic Monologue


A Summer

Remembering a Summer 
In the backyard of the house that had never
been painted and had so many people living
inside that it looked like it was ready to burst,
the sun flooded- high summer- as bluebottles
circled the rubbish bin where a big rat sat and
catlike cleaned its face using a piece of broken
glass as a mirror. I patted the rodent on its head
it smiled showing healthy teeth and sank them
into my hand before running down a hole.
My dad used the last of his whisky to clean
The wound, mother was glad for that.
Categories: bluebottles, confusion, family,
Form: Blank verse
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