Short Swatting Poems
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I hate it when a flea
takes a liking to me
and keeps darting in front of my eyes.
I try swatting it away,
but she thinks it's play,
and so keeps it up - till she dies.
Vicious storms rolled through... we got sopped
Played Mini-Golf dancing between the raindrops
A fun time for all
Swatting the wee ball
Came in last but still came out feeling on top
Sacrificial
Actors
Trying
Anything
Negatively
Scientists
Attacking
The
Abnormal
Nations
Souless
Anger
Thrown
At
Novelists
Sadistic
Animosity
Treated
As
Normality
Swatting
At
The
Accessable
Names
My kitty for kiddies
Your paw for a hand
You've come to a swatting
where play comes to land
And wake up my senses
from pain to a scratch
When you offer me blessings
of play for a catch
September,6,2019
picture 2 of Free Verse or Rhyme Poetry Contest
There was a fish fly
Buzzing around, large and black…
As I mowed my lawn
On a summers day
And it would not fly away,
No matter swatting
And cursing it, as
It dive bombed my neck...
Till I sprayed it dead!
W.C.Hull © 2020-8-6-H1450-2560-I52-K52-28-L59-27
W.C.Hull © 2020-11-6-WCH21-WCH1-21
I have to cut you loose
from the friendship tree.
That is, your mind is too heavy
for my thinning branches.
My circle continues to shrink
It's tiresome swatting lies.
Those poisonous flies of life.
Beneath my dying branches
the dying fruit of life.
Bring on the blooms of the future...
I'm so desperate for a fresh bite.
Beside the white oaks of the king's ferry
the heavenly princess resists control,
swatting sand flies off of her acacia crown
Night eyes will not hide a spotted sun
its oenomel translating
Tira's blessings in thorn mimosas,
vistas of aphotic and alabaster stripes,
fingerprints of virtue and violence;
—
Opposites attract
I can't look away
I've watched you brush off flies for years
Sometimes allowing them to linger and feed off your sweetness
Sometimes swatting them into splattered spots
I am happy to be your butterfly as you tell me, though I fear I will just be another fly.
You keep my wings painted, and I will keep the vomit off my hands
This love that keeps the flowers blooming
I got buzzed by a pesky blue bottle
To evade it I started to tottle
I reached for the bug spray
But the fly dodged away
Then dive bombed at my head at full throttle
I purchased a fly swatting racket
So cheap it did not cost a packet
When I hit a fly
One touch and they die
It saves me from having to whack it!
06~03~17
Long ago in a Laundromat
A couple of hippies just met
One asked the other if he smoked weed
He replied, "Every chance I get!"
With the police station next door
Behind the building's where they went
But soon became quite worried
Alarmed by the smokes ascent!
Frantically swatting at the cloud
They quickly gave up the attack
When they saw they were standing
In front of a vent in the back!
I loved my cat.
She was a brat.
Never used the doormat.
Never would wear a hat.
Some people thought that she was fat.
Once she chased a rat.
Even tried to catch a bat.
She was good about covering her scat.
She didn’t have a face that was flat,
like a Persian cat
Now she lays in the road and is flat.
She met with a truck and went splat.
Swatting away at an annoying gnat,
I sadly write her epitaph.
he didn’t blink
when the light caught his face—
just stared like a dog too long in the rain.
no prayers,
no cries,
no family on the concrete bench.
he killed for sport,
like swatting flies—
and still the world made room for him.
the guards were tired,
the chaplain bored.
death smelled like disinfectant and steel.
he coughed once.
then again.
then silence.
nobody wept—
not even the devil.
Grasping for breath
Forgetting implicitly
Embracing the counterfeit
Falling into disbelief.
Trifling through a bed of roses
I find myself lost in Moses
Insecure in my abilities
Questioning my nobility.
With heaven & hell before my eyes
Swatting at flies & twisted alibis
Finding Jesus through all the lies.
Behind every smile lies Belial
Forcing humanity to run an extra mile
Into the bile of Satan's smile.
Form:
Limericak crochetés: Once a shy lost lass so-called Orga-San
Once a shy lost lass so-called Orga-San
Had much difficulty getting what you can
Heard of fly-catcher
Good at swatting lair
Gave him a lift bare-back over Japan
Trouble he wouldn’t get off Mama-San
She went without doing what on bed-pan
Right over Fuji Yama
Leap-frogged like No-diva
Earth sudden shook Tsunami filled her pan.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015