Short Fly On The Wall Poems
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A fly on Oprah's wall.
I think I'll build an Oprah mall.
All of this money
And still no honey.
I'm bored, I think I'll buy Senegal.
I had a dream last night in bed
I was a fly on the wall overhead
But it was too real
No joy did I feel
I couldn't understand what was said!
We have this guy who’s a covert spy.
This sneaky little runt is named Cy.
Like a fly on the wall,
this Cy can hear it all.
He knows all that goes on in this sty.
I once had a girlfriend to say.
Advice I can give you today.
Don't linger inside.
Take me for a ride.
And I'll do the same, let's go play!
For "A Fly on the Wall Contest"
Not for contest
The fly on the wall has nothing to say
It encountered a spider’s web one day
Situation was sticky
And so very tricky
The fly became spider’s tasty buffet
A fly on the wall I would like to be
Larry's mother-in-law I want to see
Is she that bad
Or is he a cad
Reporting tonight on news , Channel Three
For the Fly on the Wall contest...
I wish I could be a fly on the wall,
When my poor old mother gets the phone call,
“He’s here at the bar
Quick bring us your car,
Your husband just got in a brawl”
As a fly on the wall of Larry's domain
I would witness first hand the cause of his pain
Once I saw what I saw
Larry's Mother-in-Law
I'm sure that I'd never go back there again!
If I were a fly on their wall.
And heard about Adam’s big fall.
I’d say “God please try me.
I’ll do better than he
If I weren’t so unfairly small”.
For Michael's Fly on the Wall limerick contest won # 4
I wish I'd been a fly on the wall
When the 'other woman' got the call
That he'd been untrue,
Cheated on her too.
Because a cheat is a cheat after all.
for Michael Falotico's "a fly on the wall" contest
I spied inside walls to much surprise.
Sometimes with smiles, then tears, into rise.
Sometimes, some things, unheard,
Are better un-interred,
Truly this will never provide prize.
Written for
Sponsor Michael J. Falotico
Contest Name "A FLY ON THE WALL"
Listen to poem:
fly flitting on wall
listens to loose tongues babble
spinning prayer wheels
flinging barbs at absent foes
behind walls, out of earshot.
Soon the fly grows bored
of vain drivel chasing tales
sense left long ago—
so it slips out open pane
to sense truth in rubbish bins
An old expression,
“A fly on the wall”,
Means the walls have eyes
And ears to witness;
What is happening.
You want to know
Who’s talking, what
They say about
You and others.
You want to
Be a “fly”
“On the wall”.
You know
That they...
Talk.
Being Taciturn
(TASS-uh-tern)
By: Miracle Man
8/29/2018
She’s often outwardly taciturn in a group setting,
Opting to be inconspicuous, “Like a fly on the wall.”
Being attentive to others while mentally vetting,
Often, her shorthand is chosen method of scrawl.
A mere speck of dust, a fly on the wall,
lives out its life in a narrow domain,
as do we whilst pretending to stand tall,
though demonic desires are not yet slain
and we are as yet bound by ego’s chain.
As in the allegory of the cave,
we sleep walk through life from birth till our grave.
A fly on the wall told me
the powerful don’t fear truth—only witnesses.
He’s logged more secrets
than a courthouse basement,
watched officials repaint rust
and call it progress,
heard promises reinforced
with duct tape and declarations—
and every time the powerless speak,
someone swats at the sound.
We fear the government spies in the dead of night,
So we buy a wiretap to adjust the light.
We panic over microchips implanted in the skin,
While carrying a tracker where the scrolling begins.
There is no need for a fly on the wall to watch the show,
When we livestream our breakfast so the advertisers know.
Unlike the social butterfly
I am rarely even seen.
For I'm much more tamed
Than the rowdy teen.
Comfortably I sit and watch
All the commotion unfold.
Listening to all the drama
And stories that are told.
Although in the crowd
I might feel a bit small...
No way do I mind being
The fly on the wall.
A fly on the wall can surely see
The blatant display of idiocy
The lies that you spread, disguised as a truth
An unshakeable stance, in spite of the proof
Conceited, inflated in your own regard
Pathetically pompous; a view to discard
You are not smart, or true to your word
Just a big mouth on legs, completely absurd!!
If a fly on the wall I could be,
some celebrities I'd want to see -
like the ones that got missed
from Sean Diddy's guest list.
I'd get buzzed on a fact-finding spree.
Bored with wicked rich stars, I'd fly to
where the schemes of elitists I'd view.
Just beware. Flies like me
are as sly as can be,
and right now I am looking at you!
You might learn a thing or two
About what you thought was true,
If you were just a fly on the wall,
A listening device made to deceive
Those in secret chambers as they weave.
It's a story they will tell
Of super spies to weave a spell,
A web of lies to catch the fly
And leave you in a world awry,
Minions run by the global cabal.
Overheard by a fly upon the wall
During Clinton's tete-a-tete with his moll
Order extra salami
And a tad more pastrami
For my pizza on your next service call
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 1 Michael Falotico's "A Fly On The Wall" Contest - February 2011
Is this the Situation Room?
They’re talking of the Big Kaboom.
It must be done to save Ukraine –
though only insects will remain.
Strange species – they decide their fate,
but females don’t participate.
Continents affected – five.
Just flies and roaches will survive.
Aloof, detached, fly on the wall -
I’ll still be here, boys: go burn it all!
Fly sat on a wall, evening
hungry and thirsty it was
Wet sugar was near is a dish
It thought;
“If I can fly down and taste
just enough of that sugar.
All the hunger, all the thirst
will be off-loaded.
My limbs I’ll lick long
My wings too shall be store”
It did it.
Stuck the fly was -limbs, wings
It struggled and wept
End times came hugging
Halls of justice full of gloom
criminals and victims in every room
Some hide their face, others sly
Glaring at others with a stink eye
Guilty and innocent, a mix of fears
Torment is pacing, verdicts bring tears
A silent witness, no words has thee
invisible to all, but large eyes do see
Who are the guilty, in justice hall
Ode to be a the fly on the wall.