Short On The Fly Poems
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Before even one tear could dry
She caught a young man on the fly
Her fingers got wet
But that's what you get
Whenever you squeeze an hard guy!
Chariots of fire race through the night.
Lightning bolts, Zeus on the fly.
Awe struck by wonder and might.
We thank Whom we worship on high.
© Apr 16 2010
An empty hand can become forceful fist
Fight for love is fight for life within wits
All is fair in love and war
Least life be a bore
Living life on the fly for a kiss
Mow, mow let me out of this place
I want to go and hunt til I’m off my face
Put the birdies, the mice’s and the rats in their place
Watch out your gonna die
Misty puss is back on the fly!
i must admit
its a bit strange to read
that bert jansch in his time
recorded an entire album
on the fly in a guitar shop
today we need at least
six square meters mixing consoles
- to hum a little tune
Hard to land the plane when building it on the fly
Yet it’s ok to keep our head in the clouds while we try
Eventually we’ll lower our landing gear from up high
But for now keep dreaming and reinventing up in the sky
Does the word scrotum bring a tear to your eye
As a boy were you ever hit there, said goodbye
Gave away your Pokemon cards
Ran out on the boulevard
Then a filly grabbed it, changed your mind on the fly
I met a man whose repartee is clever and quick.
I have to stay on my toes, for he is quite slick.
He can even write a catchy poem or two like me on the fly.
Maybe he deserves a second look, if I can just sharpen up my replies.
Reaching that age, you say to yourself “why”
Who made the rules, they're made for others, not I
Running naked through the streets
Some might find it a treat
Not every day one can witness this adonis on the fly
Reaching that age, you say to yourself “why”
Who made the rules, they're made for others, not I
Running naked through the streets
Some might find it a treat
Not every day one can witness this Adonis on the fly
How many seconds can I spare,
Without wanting you so near?
How many minutes go on by,
Writing rhymes on the fly?
How many hours can I spend,
Talking to you without end?
How many days till it's true,
So that I can kiss and hug you?
October Sky – three haiku
#1
lightning strobes hearts
thunder uncoiling whips crack
eye stinging terror
#2
frosted exodus
wingtips warming on the fly
suns iced crystal glare
#3
cold hoar frost rainbow
saddened cornucopia
tears of failing sun
John G. Lawless
8/19/2015
Build them wider, taller
let us reach for the sky
when we run out of bird's
we'll clip angels on the fly
90,000 lb. sperm whale
wandering, searching for
his misplaced tail...
but elite global outlets will
never fail....only us commoners
stuck in the dark, our vehicles
needing, only one gear~ Park!
A little old lady named Judy,
Hired a yard man 'cause he was a cutie.
Soon weeds they were thriving, plants barely surviving,
'Cause he didn't know pansies from patooties.
The yard man had to say Bye Bye,
'Cause he mixed fertilizer with soap lye.
He burned up the yard, she booted him hard,
And he ran out the gate on the fly.
Shining on down
On fleeting waves
Carefree river
In autumn rays
There! A splash!
A duck lands
Where! But alas!
He takes off again
Leaves are tickled
A fingerless breeze
The liquid air
Flowing along
Wait! Be still!
The duck is back
Fate! And will!
Imagine that
Natures pure gold
Shimmers on high
Carefree world
Duck on the fly
Form:
After fumbling for hours
I finally give in and read
the directions. I know, but
it is the way us writers often
do it...just sit down – and start
writing on the fly. I think
some poetry demands it...Free
Verse demands it! Progressive
Jazz demands it! Modern Art
demands it! My wife demands it –
“Read the directions!” My failed
attempt
at baking….
Heavenly sculptures floating high
Define those images I try
Is that a rabbit hopping by?
Each design changing art
Imagination on the fly
Once a frog, now a heart
Fluffed up egos strut on their way
White, cottony coats turn to gray
Blue disappears to my dismay
Light to dark brewing storm
Grumpy groans follow light display
Clouds looks like one cross swarm
Refreshing Rain
As the rain came calling
it made a hissing sound
You could hear it coming
as it raced across the ground
Everything else went silent
with nothing on the fly
I stood with arms wide open
my faced turned toward the sky
It swept so sweetly over me
a tingling, cleansing feel
I began to twirl and dance around
my joy I could not conceal.
Poetry ain't words dribbled out on the fly,
It's execution, prostitution of the me who am I.
lettin loose my mongoose of thought provoking, while others be chokin,
gettin all Seuss you just some cat in a hat,
Philosophies of Socrates rap your brain around dat,
Don't let dem big words confuse you, this all precludes you, from being 100, thats where you blundered.
word :)
There is no thing I have seen like the Florida sky,
Mushroom towers build on bulging dark pillows,
when storm clouds tumble o’er birds on the fly.
Haphazardly honed and shaped by front’s bellows.
Nature daily debuted for my beauty hungry eye.
written 7/10/11
(In Florida, a short afternoon thunderstorm
in the heat of the day during Summer months
is almost a daily occurrence.)
Rosebuds
Pucker up awaiting
…The kiss of sunrise
The ground hog watches
As squirrels play tail tag
Thinks…..grasshoppers and ants
Are snails ever late returning home
An old cat contemplates
To chase or not to chase
….the tail torments
Late for a webinar
A spider resorts to
....Dining... on the fly
How thin are master’s wishes
when he leaves the leather leash behind!
How every rutty road opens into woods
pungent with smells a human couldn’t fit
into the nooks of his narrow nose.
How slow two booted feet climb the hill
when four feathered legs can catch a cloud
on the fly. How soft the cry of master,
so far behind, lamenting that he can’t
catch April; that spring won’t bide.
Hands behind my back
my fate is on the line cast
into the abyss
a hit or miss bite for me
on the fly, I sent to see.
Chance and choice entwined
a fragile bridge over doubt
serendipity
in cold empathy with fate
pressed tense, taut, fingers hard.
Criss-crossed with hope's twine,
I bargain with the unseen
with fate's mouth agape
waiting to see the outcome
of the Chinese finger cuffs.
None's more a noble try
Than to pop one in on the fly
Takes deft swings to cram one in
Others glance 'em off the pin
For such a feat so grand you'd think
There'd be more in it than just a drink
Scored an Ace once, had to buy
We ran that keg really dry
When mine went in, it cleaned my purse
If it happens again I'll surely curse
Yet some denied ponder why
If I get another, I think I'll lie
Dogs that sit on my feet,
Are really such a treat!
They keep me close,
Love me well,
And send intruders straight to hell!
The concern they have,
Is greatly appreciated!
Makes me feel quite liberated.
No sound passes by,
Without their careful eye!
Fond though they appeared to be,
Let no squirrel or rabbit saunter by,
Or else they leave me on the fly!
To squander fate on my own!