MOSQUITO MIKE
Just something a bit humorous on this hot summer day..
There once was a mosquito named Mike.
His buzzing and biting I did not like.
On my arm he found a place
flitted and fluttered with grace.
I swatted at him with a handspike.
Mike dodged and weaved with carefree ease.
He feasted on my blood, what a sleaze.
He's a small creature, not grand,
Mosquito Mike, wings so weak and bland.
Caught him in my hand. OOOPS! Big squeeze.
sunflower faerie appeared in a Kansas field
in the middle of sunflowers with an unusual yield
She flitted between the faces of these large flowers
Giving them a teensy bit of her sunflower powers
The sunflowers she landed on now had a face
And mouths that moved, but they could not chase
We want legs now said one with her new mouth
Sunflower faerie laughed and promptly flew south.
The cattails and frogs were less than amused today
By mallard duck, dressed so weird down by the bay
Duck named Tuck was getting ready to dive
Bees laughed at him, and raced back to their hive
Damselflies and dragonflies flitted around merrily
They liked ducks who acted silly and prissily
Did you see his suit? It is from way back in the day
Is he going to dive? Do you think he’ll find his way?
These were all thoughts zooming around the bay
His pink inner tube was ridiculous, by the way.
Jump already the marsh said to the crazy duck.
But he chickened out, this duck named Tuck.
Written: March 18, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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I swapped worry for a searing abyss
a painter brush colorizes gold fields
converting me into an orange butterfly
with shiny peach strokes, sealing my kismet
my raw life spreads wings
a cool breeze carries me on a winter sleigh
my bones feel cold and long for warmth
I await spring with bated breath.
for honeyed nectar, I dance overhead
my veins carry a sweet elixir
I waltz for my dream woman
seeking her by midsummer rains
my agile limbs flickered and flitted
I view a peony patch visitor
a sexy female fritillary with elegant curves
a challenge awaits, but I'll earn her love
A ghost-flitted out of the refrigerator today.
He smelled like potato salad.
Had he been eating it?
Or was he born in it?
The ghost looked right at me.
Gave me a diabolical smile.
For the first time ever.
I was terrified by the smell of potato salad.
She appeared in the middle of a snowflake
Most could not see her, but the fey always can
She flitted around the white snow sprinkling pixie dust
It began to glisten, as twinkly as fifties sequins
Where were her sisters? Had they not arrived yet?
They were along shortly, sprinkling around white glitter
When they were finished the snow had a blueish tint
It was sparkling as prettily as it ever could
The faeries were finished until the next snowfall
A wiz like no wizard before
A lion that wanted to roar
Tin man was hollow
That’s hard to swallow
But not like a man made of straw
Now Dorothy and her new friends
Took the road to see where it ends
The story is long
But don’t get me wrong
Click your heels three times and it ends
But heels don’t click well wearing slippers
You might as well try clicking flippers
Home, brain, courage, heart
They sought from the start
And Toto just sought chicken dippers
While seeking a voice that would bellow
They followed the road, strangely yellow
They strode feeling bold
But Toto was old
And also quite dribbly, poor fellow
But the wiz was a man behind drapes
He looked like he couldn’t crush grapes
His voice, someone cried
Has been amplified
And he’s got a balloon for escapes
What have I forgot or omitted
In this tale where weirdness has flitted
There’s witches, good and bad
And so much that is mad
That somebody should be committed
I think sometimes of the life there once was:
Of a time when birds sang throughout the woods
And insects flitted between the flowers.
But when greedy hands infected the land,
The beauty was ruined; life lost its home—
And the gentle calls of sparrows and swifts
Were quickly replaced with thundering guns
Foxes found their homes within dead bodies,
And owls on the hunt flew above shellfire;
Butterflies drank from the growing poppies,
Tainted by the blood of the innocent,
That grew like a plague sent to cleanse the land.
In some places, only the dead remained,
Strewn about randomly and carelessly—
Lying like dolls on a child’s playroom floor;
Never even given a proper grave.
With patience, they wait to be discovered—
To be welcomed home by beloved arms;
But, within all their rosy dreams of home,
Hides the truth they have known for far too long:
They remained forgotten; their names are dead.
Out of anguish for all those who were killed,
Nature returned to reclaim its power.
Ethyl an elusive mermaid and queen of the see
Met a similar designed butterfly named Laura Lee
You look familiar, your colors are exactly like me
Butterfly did not reply, merely, flitted out over the sea.
Ashy Prinia pair
Flitted across my garden
Catching something here and there
Yellow Portulaca flowers looked brighter
Once they saw this
Ashy Prinia pair
A lone lotus
Swayed as the gentle birds
Flitted across my garden
I wondered how
They stayed happy while
Catching something here and there
Hillbillies got a dairy cow and trained it up right
It mooed and bellowed all through the first night
Drank some moonshine and did a crazy petootsie dance.
So silly and funny, the fireflies flitted and flew as if in a trance.
Dancing delicate dragonfly faerie named Dee
Flitted in and out of a diamond-shaped tree
We elves watched her fly off as far as we could see.
She was a darling dainty dragonfly faerie, little Dee.
How beautiful you were
Your love flourished and did transfer
To us upon with ambitious dreams
And love for each did stir.
You flitted about, to each one nourishing
Not in discouraging but, encouraging.
To say, “It’s going to be all right.”
And the future is in your sight.”
With God's grace and never His absence.
You climbed the stairs into the arms with guidance.
And in His favor manifest love spellbind
Comfort to those you had left behind.
Camo owl was not seen easily in the tree
I sensed him there, with his brown eyes on me
He made no sound, pretending he did not see
The pretty fey faeries, who numbered three
I finally focused my eyes on that owl, Whee
He did no hooting, stayed silent in that tree
What is the deal? Asked a faerie named Twee
Why does the owl pretend not to see?
I thought this was nervy from this little She
But faeries are bold, and I mean sometimes terribly.
I pretended I did not hear this faerie, Twee.
So, she flitted off, far away from me.
After her mother passed a blue butterfly stopped by
Flitted among her zinnias, landed on a yellow one
Rhonda paid attention, it seemed to be important
Was this Mom telling her everything would be okay?
A few year later Rhonda’s best friend Frank passed.
She did not know if she could go on without him
Her doctor prescribed antidepressants, and this seemed to help.
A blue butterfly landed on Rhonda’s shoulder at his funeral.
This helped.
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