Long Fly Poems
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Upon my lips, I felt a kiss
In a dream, it surely was bliss
My heart was dancing frolic flips
I felt a kiss, upon my lips.
Knew it was you, my prince of dreams
Appearing in desirous scenes
Holding hands we two, off we flew
My prince of dreams, knew it was you.
We came to ground on foreign shore
Excited we were to explore
Of beauty we were both spellbound
On foreign shore, we came to ground.
Walking on shore, we heard a band
Playing music extremely grand
Then danced till we could dance no more
We heard a band, walking on shore.
The dream ended, time to fly home
Back to me being home alone
Our tryst had been truly splendid
Time to fly home, the dream ended.
I am The Fly on the wall
Listening to you all
Telling your stories
Boasting of all of your glories
Yes, I'm The Fly on the wall, you see
I can hear all of the bad things you say about me
Knowing that, I would take flight
And fly around and bug you day and night
Yes, I'm The Fly
And I'm gonna try
To come to your house
So I can party down
I hang around your door outside
And find a place to hide
When you open the door, I fly inside
And start my tortuous ride
I'm learning to better fly
In your house so high
Then I'm back on the wall
Up and down, all around I crawl
I am The Fly
You may not think so, but I'm a super guy
I will fly around your head buzzing you
Driving you crazy too
I try to avoid the Fly Swatter
And the person who's the Fly Spotter
I fly around the room
Looking for a little food
I love to hang around the Kitchen
And wait for food that comes in
I fly into your living space
And bug you by landing on your face
What I wouldn't give
To find a safe place to live
A place that's not too warm or too cool
With lots of crumbs lying about as a rule
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz!
You want me dead, you wish that I was
Fly, Fly, Fly!
I never wanna die!
I remember the old movie The Fly
In the end, The Fly gets stuck in a Spider Web to die
It was a great old movie with Vincent Price
And David Hedison's acting was very nice
I love being The Fly
Of this I can't deny
To fly around very free
That's the life for me
As The Fly, I was happy to land on your nose
I knew I had annoyed you by the words that you chose
Then I dive bombed into your stew
You hit your spoon and got stew all over you
This did not make you very glad
In fact, it made you downright mad
I then took off and landed on the window sill
And you, with the fly swatter, tried me to kill
What you don't know is that I'm The Nightfly
A Vampire Fly, by and by
I'm out there looking for blood
And also a can of suds
If I die, would you keep my little Fly body to save
Or would you bury me in a little Fly Grave?
Of course, I don't plan on dying
I just wanna keep flying
Well, the inevitable day did come
My life was over in an instant, I was done
I'm still The Fly on the wall, as it were
But now I'm just stuck to Fly Paper...
Copyright ©? Jeff W. Watson, August 3, 2026
If I were a birdie,
I'd head up to the sky.
I'd spread my wings like sunshine.
I know I could fly mighty high!
If I were a birdie,
my feathers would be bright.
Every color would be striking.
I'd soar and reach new heights.
If I were a birdie,
I'd sing a lovely song.
Everyone would stop and listen;
they would begin to sing along.
If I were a birdie,
I'd follow all my dreams.
Small streams to vast oceans,
under golden bright sunbeams.
If I were a birdie,
I'd flit about from tree to tree,
with many different flocks of birdies.
We would be free to be free.
If I were a birdie,
I'd head up to the sky.
I'd spread my wings like sunshine.
I know I could fly mighty high!
I'm riding on a bus
from Mareeba down to Cairns
Through steep, red soil, rain forest country
that often gets big rains
Suddenly there's a sign that says: Beware.
Cassawaries often cross the road
I've only seen a male and two young ones
in nine years since it's been the area , I've chosen to abode
There's anecdotal evidence from runners who follow tracks in rain forest scrub,
if you encounter a big aggressive male cassawary
You must immediately seek protection, hide behind a tree
otherwise an experience awaits, that could be rather hairy
"Cause if the big bird gets you in the open,
you could suffer lots of strife
With strong sharp talons, he could disembowel you
and then you would lose your life
Originally I'm from country
where emus abound
Wombats kookaburras and lyrebirds
also hang around
Sometimes an emu with young ones
would run ahead of our old car
Their bushy feathers bouncing at a speed of forty kilometres an hour
for a distance not too far
The emu and cassawary, both are very large
the cassawary has more colour
with black red and azure blue
The Emu more a monotone
with a dullish greyish hue
The brush turkey, another bird of interest
that visits near our home
They are able to fly but mostly only walk
wherever they do roam
It's breeding time again and the male is very busy
dragging decaying forest litter to build a nest, a mighty compost mound
The male controls the temperature once some eggs are laid
soon to hatch out, there will be young ones around
There are many more amazing Australian native birds ,I could add into my verse,
magpies ,spangled drongos and rainbow beeeaters too
And feeding on my passionfruit but leave a few for me
in view a noisy sulphur crested, white cockatoo
These birds do not fit category of the title
as they all mostly fly
So I'll finish of this poem
and bid a fond goodbye
Medical experts and paramedical companies are all working on a vaccine,
a cure, a solution. It is just a matter of time, which they need.
With this many people trying their best to save us,
We can sleep well, knowing there is an upside and it is coming.
We need to develop patience and do what we can to help.
I think this includes sheltering in place, learning computer programs.
Contacting friends and relatives via electronics.
We need to forgo the temptation of meeting in large groups.
It is difficult, but we are intelligent. We can do this.
We will educate ourselves and open our minds
Learn everything we can about how to be safe.
Then…
We can fly through this test and be stronger and wiser for it.
Good luck everyone; I hope to see your research soon!
We can put it all together and uplift and help each other.
We are linked spiritually after all!
Confined within rusty iron bars,
grounded eternally to hop and trip,
wishing to fly into Heaven’s starry bower,
a bird b e a t s her wings in vain,
voicing her anguish in tremulous trills.
There is hunger at every tip of her feather,
to fly and flutter through the pathless air,
piping melodious tunes to drown the earth,
seeing lands never by anyone before.
Nursing her dreams,
she beats her wings again,
to reach a place where the soul sings.
Alas! The clamour of her beating resounds,
and she falls asleep exhausted!
In her sleep, her desires limp back.
She dreams of shooting into higher altitudes,
and becoming a speck among fleecy clouds.
But she knows the sky that stretches limitless
is a premise far beyond her reach.
As she sees birds in flock flying away,
to seamless ends sculpting sweet images,
in her vision, she sees herself soaring high
and she beats her wings again and again,
to feel tired and feeling tired to fall asleep,
and in her snooze, to d r e a m again!
There is a sacred place, beyond the deep blue skies
while living, we cannot go, and where birds cannot fly
a vast, mysterious realm, not meant for human eyes
where strong forces gather, waging war from on high.
A war for the hearts and the minds of our souls
by the enemy of God, that dark serpent of old
who lusts for men's lives, even though he well knows
that Christ's work is done and He sits on His Throne.
The prince of this world does not want us to see
that the power of God can transform you and me
living Word, that can change us within, Spirit breathed
like those birds soaring high, lifting hearts when we read.
There is a place far away, where birds cannot go
yet someday, the saints who believe Him will know
that great haven of heaven from Christ will be shown
a bright new tomorrow, where the river of life flows.
Written 2015
A broken bird repeatedly tries
to leap into the wind to fly away
only to have its freedom denied.
Desperate, it forcefully flaps its wings,
propelling itself to sever the string
that tethers it down to earth...
but is continually shedding its feathers
And no one is around to see it struggle,
no one to cut the string binding its legs.
If only this songbird could speak,
it'd tell any soul in sight its true plight
This helpless bird, a lonely woman...
trapped with man she doesn't love,
and vice versa. She longs to fly
the coop and finally taste the open air
but is tethered to controlling husband
with money to burn; she cursed
by financial dependency.
Date written and submitted: 08/22/2019
I want to fly-
I want to glade upon the pathways of the wind.
To scale the mountain's dizzying heights.
To stand upon the icy precipice high;
And track the endless channels of the night.
I want to touch the stars,
To reach the Cosmos, where the Angels are.
I want to fly-to forget the pain of loneliness and loss-
To leave the dreams and disappointments here;
And rise unfettered by my tears.
I want to shout and have my voice be heard
Above the hubbub of the noisy crowd.
To hear the echo of the whisper of the wind.
Above the mundane cry of yesterday,
To emerge unshaken by the womb
Of death's new promise.
To rise forever as I was ever meant to be.
I want to grasp the unseen hand and move up higher.
To reach higher and enfold my soul;
In Heaven's warm embrace.
I want to stand tip-toe and touch the stars.
To see the world in Heaven's light.
I want to stand, wrapped in the velvet coverings of the night,
Full-hearted, loved and secure- That I, battle weary, but no more alone- Might reach upward and kiss the face of God.
I felt ashamed today
I should have not spoken that way.
My love was annoyed and left.
I was surprised by all the dialogue bereft.
Worse the telephone ceased to work,
In anger, I threw down the phone with a jerk.
Saddened by my uncouth manner
Our love must remain a winner.
How to send her a message of sorrow?
I dared not wait for tomorrow.
A message I would send with haste,
No, no, not a moment to waste.
I wrote a note and stuck it to my dove.
With all the words that spelt love.
Fly, sweet white dove, fly to her home
No time to wander or to roam,
Straight to her loving arms, fly sweet bird
Let her message of love be heard.