Not the best option at the battlefield!
One need not guess what it might at last yield.
For The Lucky bullets that missed targets,
For the less so Take-Away for maggots...
You dream not of daring a real war front,
Save you can humans and animals hunt:
For those who can trains with long coaches shunt:
The severest swipes or blames take their brunt.
A different picture:The Front of Halls!
The Caroline there center of cat calls;
Honest shows of one being pushed to the wall,
Until one has succumbed to an asked ball...
Prelude to lucky dates for the singles:
In the front one first gets the shared pringles,
Wherefore clubbing friend Kathleen would grunt,
Upon being asked to vacate her prized front;
Every front taking for Lord God's Grant
And eased out, from her lips squeeze out a rant
Categories:
maggot, celebration, character, cry, people,
Form: Rhyme
a call had been close
after we would put on clothes
went out door we close
when we did tag it
MAGA became a maggot
applied tourniquet
would be sinister
sermon said by minister
about being spinster
what we knew for sure
increased our expenditure
for one more denture
we would meander
creating gerrymander
did raise up dander
poem would write to read
was great everyone agreed
did the dirty deed
Categories:
maggot, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
The fly
Delusional fly
Arrogantly despises
Prosperous maggot
Categories:
maggot, hate, insect,
Form: Haiku
If I was a maggot
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad Author
If I was a maggot in the UK today! No doubt I’d have a short life.
If homebred, I meant to say; no doubt I’d find myself in a bin.
With others all a wiggling.
Then someone no doubt will take me out. Into the fresh air without a doubt!
Then if unlucky to my dismay, a barbed hook will be pierced through me one day.
Through the air I would then fly.
Land with a splash also says I. Then water would encompass me.
And swimming to the surface, will be an impossibility.
As I’d be weighed down by weights you see.
As I hold my breath and struggle so. A fish appears and attempts to eat me you know.
Suddenly it’s also on the hook, we are pulled out and the fish unhooked.
On this occasion, I fell onto the ground.
Wiggled away and was not found.
Where I crystallised and became a fly. Now when I mate I will see our eggs.
Are in the wild so our babies won’t die!
At least, not before they can become blue bottle flies.
And into the air just buzz off and fly.
Categories:
maggot, adventure,
Form: I do not know?
The Dog is structured,
Always working to preserve,
Familial ties.
Diligent service,
Loyal to love and country,
Strong yet still servile.
The Bear is nurtured,
A hunter in fair weather,
Useless in winter.
Promises plenty,
But bleeds his own forest dry,
Water, trees and all.
The Maggot is cankered,
A hollow soul and stomach,
Skulking forest floors.
Can only scavenge,
ON the corpses of others,
And their fellow man.
Categories:
maggot, america, animal, metaphor, society,
Form: Haiku
MAGGOT MONOTONY
on the precipice I survey
the sea of
stores and casual faceless
crowds, I the planet
lost in the tide
swarming with skulls
thrashing the facades
restless brows
maggots infest the nucleus
until the centre shrieks
like a sheet in
the night, startled by
the intense glare that
neon signs cast
upon blankness and
pointless vows
© Kim van Breda—29 June 2014
Categories:
maggot, character, confusion, satire, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme
Maggots crawling on the ceiling
.................................On the wall
Hanging on strings of white
I dare not touch
I may only stare
Spray them with pesticide
Slam them on the ground
Bury them in the grain
but they never go away
It's going on two days now
Maggots on the ceiling
Sliced by the fan
................On the wall
The walls are moving
The ceiling is like a wave
They were small at first
Bomb the house
Whisk them away
down the drain
only more come
to take the losers' place
I don't understand why they are here
I can't make them leave
They haunt my eyes
They plague my fears
Worse than before.
And I thought spiders were bad
Categories:
maggot, history, life, teen,
Form: Free verse