Short Swatted Poems

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Premium Member Good Question

Why, O why, did God instruct the fly
   To buzz around the poor cow's eye?
Because if to the other end he sails
   He's swatted by that same cow's tail


Premium Member hit my knees

hit my knees couldn’t float hand swatted away should I have crawled my way to the altar ledge God smiles lifts me up brushes me off blesses me
god

Premium Member I thought mosquito

buzzing at my ear
mosquito I thought
swatted at it twice
it swarmed off
a swarm of one

I looked up to see it flee
not a mosquito
a teeny tiny gray hummingbird
why wasn’t it on a flower?

Premium Member We Got a Puppy

New Pup

We have her now

Darling, cute and funny

Uh-oh. Look who is not happy

Cat hissed furiously at both of us

Swatted new puppy on the nose

But puppy keeps playing

Does not see cat

Run Pup!

I Loved You Because You Became Me

I always thought I was the moth, desperately trying to stay in your light no matter how many times you swatted

But now I see, I was only drawn to your light because it had been mine all along and you'd stolen it from me
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Tattered Scrolls

tattered scrolls
lie lifeless
beneath a wreath of memories
torn fragments of spirits departed
litter the moments in between

fractured hopes crushed desires
swatted away like annoying murmurs
return to whisper
an endearing lie
that buds of passion
bloom, to forever die
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Premium Member Divebombed by a Tiny Kamikaze Pilot

Yesterday I was being bombarded
by a tiny annoying buzzing kamikaze pilot
Sounding like a mosquito on speed
it divebombed both of my ears
I swatted at it several times, thinking I would be stung or bitten
Finally caught a glimpse of the aircraft
it was a teeny tiny gray hummingbird
did he think I was a flower?

A Screened-In Porch

There’s nothing like a screened-in porch
To help me to relax.
It brings to me a comfort
My apartment surely lacks.

The birdsong and the swishing leaves,
The swaying of the trees,
Combined with the caresses
Of the gentle summer breeze

All add up to such a fine retreat
That, on this lovely day,
Every stressor in my life is somehow 
Swatted clean away.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Bored with Nature

      Bored with nature, I spurned the gay meadow
        Stepped on ladybugs, swatted butterflies
      Turned my back on creation
        Complained of blue skies

      Scorned the sun’s rays, ridiculed the moon
        On a picture-perfect day said, “Go away, June”
      Opened my device to see what I’d missed
        ~ A heart-stopping photo of a lake bathed in mist
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Bug Eyes


   The fly swatter is out,
   Bugs are all about.
   How could that be,
   What I see?
   
   Has many legs.
   Not a spider,
   Or a fly.
   But something fanciful on the eye!

   Swatted quick to the ground,
   SMASHED FLAT!
   Legs waving all around.
   "You killed my lashes", she wailed!

   Carefully,
   I slunk on by.
   Didn't realize,
   It was it was part of her eye!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Good Samaritan

The mailman frowned at the black snarling cat
He picked up his sack and smacked the air with a bat
But my baby is in there! The mama cat said.
The next time he swatted, he almost hit her head.

A good Samaritan dog had seen what was what.
He ran out and helped the mother, his name was McFutt.
You are such a good guy! She said. I am Mrs. McNally.,
Then she told all the other cats to leave him alone in the alley.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Oceanic Encounters of a Pinching Kind

Swimming in the ocean
       a wincing couple pinches
     Little creature on my leg
       not more than six or seven inches
  
     I looked again, to my surprise
       Hello! - a trilobite!
     Two pincers jutting from its head
       tiny, fearsome sight

     I scolded it: 'You are extinct'
       'Now go away and I won't tell
     You'll get to live another day.' 

     He stayed... So, I swatted him
       to prehistoric hell ~
     THE STUPID ONE-CELL DUMBBELL
Form: Rhyme

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