Why do the texts keep on coming?
Why does my phone have to chirp?
Don’t they know,
the election is over..
It ended when I cast my vote.
.
.
Songs for this:
Bring Me to Silence by Fievel Is Glauque
The End Of The World by Skeeter Davis
Peter
There once was a man named Peter.
His friends liked to call him Skeeter.
He was a bit of an ass,
because he liked to smoke grass,
and he rolled his joints by the meter.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Potatoes And Mushrooms
Fries are not only deep-fried sticks to which nothing permanent connects
But also, what happens when a person makes some serious mistakes.
And a way to eat however many potatoes a person wants to in one sitting
Even after a couple of inconvenient but needed fittings
Steaks are better for people than snakes especially at lakes regardless of who bakes but sometimes more fat than meat -although maybe not in sweet old Crete Maybe that doesn't bother a Pete or a Skeeter - however it does bother me even without bees.
The hatred of mushrooms is sometimes based on uncorrected misconceptions but they make poor brooms for bedrooms and awful grooms-not to mention bad brides but they are pretty good stuffed, as are potatoes!
I have so many crush everywhere
Palpable and inner beauties, seen and felt somewhere
Likeness of Hedy, Audrey, Soraya, Oona, Grace, Lucille, Jayne, Yvonne, Sophia, Debbie, Doris, Patti, Eydie, Skeeter, Brenda, Lesley, Holly, Sookie, Millie, Tammy, Sandy, Connie, Timi, Anne, Patsy, Claudia, Julie, Patti, Juice, Janie, Janis, Minnie/Andrea, Stacy, Shelley, Stevie, Laura, Carole, Mary, Melissa, Maureen, Patti, Agnetha, Anni-Frida, Randy C, Angela, Vesta, Deniece, Linda, Crystal, Teri, Whitney, Jane, Jacklyn, Morgan, Sondra, Sandra, Nadia, Olga, Kelly, Kim, Michelle, Debra, Geena, Ashley, Renee, Diana, Liza, Bette, Ann, Nancy, Keren W, Michael S, Chaka Khan, Isabella, Rebecca, Jeanne, Faith, Beverly, Alicia S, Alison, Leigh, Avril, Laura, Maryam, Izabella, Josie, Elena, Silvia... from East and West, I surely do.
From North and South are my classmates, friends...
and You!
I must be really sweet because
Mosquitoes seek me out.
The same’s not true for bees, whose stings
I’ll gladly do without.
I rarely see the biter
But of course, I feel the itch
Which sometimes lasts a week or more,
Another aging glitch.
A skeeter bite annoys me.
As a nuisance, none can match it
Though there’s great relief in doing
What I shouldn’t, which is scratch it!
Today his birthday;
expected to
be too glad, they'd say
lived tough time through.
But, why he looks sad?
What's the reason?
Ah! boys made him mad
as they're teasing?
The thought he can't act
as others do
makes him sad, it's fact;
they also knew.
He feels helplessness
needs benevolence.
~X~X~X~
Skeeter Sonnet is a Gadget Sonnet form created by
Barry Hopkins, writing on Allpoetry as Black_Narcissus,
and given the name Skeeter Sonnet by Lawrencealot.
It is a quatrazain.
It is metrical consisting two metric feet a dactyl
(a metrical foot consisting of one stressed syllable
followed by two unstressed syllables or one long syllable
followed by two short syllables) and followed by a trochee
(a foot consisting of one long or stressed syllable followed
by one short or unstressed syllable)
All even lines except the last, are catalectic
[lacking one syllable in the last foot].
It is rhymed like Shakespearean Sonnet
Rhyme pattern: ababcdcdefefgg
Pasted from http://poetscollective.org/everysonnet/skeeter-sonnet/
Thanks to Mr Lawrence Eberhart for the resource at Poets COLLECTIVE Site.
The skeeters have scattered all about once more
They hide among dragonflies while trying to soar
Nimble, they quickly contrive to dodge every swat
I can still hear them buzzing, afraid to get caught
Dragonflies are friendly, but if they turn their backs
Wily skeeters feast on their blood in devious attacks
But like every old skeeter, their time will soon come
There are too many dragonflies for them to run from
There is a moral to this story, which I am glad to tell
Careful who you bite; some will ring your death knell
Dragonflies are spunky and always stand their ground
You can’t pretend to be innocent with so many around
Female skeeter singing for a favor
wanting my blood for her next caper
she's playing with fire
her future looks dire
joining others on my wallpaper.
8-23-17
For Lin's "Drawing Blood" Join In Poem
Addendum: Had to change the gender of the mosquito because found out only females bite!~Che :)
Sometimes you’re healthy
And sometimes you’re not
And sometimes you’re grateful
For all that you’ve got.
Sometimes you wish, though,
For what you can’t get
And sometimes you do things
You’ll later regret.
Sometimes you’re happy
And sometimes you’re down
And sometimes a smile is
Replaced with a frown.
Few things have always
Or never attached;
They’re likely as skeeter bites
Staying unscratched.
So I’ll stick with sometimes,
For I can rely
On the wiggle room
Always can never supply.
Old Man Skeeter Pop
Old man Skeeter Pop pushed a
broom and carried a mop,
kids all loved him cause
he made them laugh,
when he'd pull out his teeth
and put them back.
He didn't have much hair
on his head,
never wore a belt but
suspenders instead.
While sweeping and mopping
he sang through the halls,
cleaning kid's messes from
the floors to the walls.
Then one sunny day
in June,
Skeeter put down his
mop and broom.
He joined the kids in their
baseball game,
instead of a bat he
used a cane.
His first time at the
pitcher's mound,
his suspenders let loose
and his pants fell down.
He yanked them up and
threw the ball,
strike one two and three
he shocked them all.
He stood up to bat with
his cane in hand,
and hit that ball right
out of the stands.
The kids all cheered and
screamed his name,
run Skeeter Pop run as their
team won the game.
Those who thought he was
to old to play,
learned a valuable lesson
that sunny day.
People are filled with
all kinds of surprises,
and those who try are
always the wisest.
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 2000
All rights reserved
When I hear the tweets of songbirds at dawn
Nesting in the oak tree outside my door
I smile at the sun shining on my face
A red bird scours the brown grass
Blue birds skeeter on tree branches above
Squirrels run up treetops scampering nearby
There's more fun in spring than wintertime
Tree frogs start to sing songs of joy at night
Fireflies lit the darkness as they mate
When I hear spring back, summer is coming
Hot beaches call my name to the ocean
Hot sand between my toes makes me holler
As I run for the shorelines' cool water
I dance my jig retreating from high waves
That reached my tighs quickly pulling me in
When I hear tweets of songbirds at dawn
I warmly smile at yesteryear
Hoping for another day to make fun memories
By Barbara Washington 3/9/2012©
matted furball fluff
ears ragged, tail disheveled
shaved to summer 'do
now look so skinny -
slick, girly, all clean and white
hardly know it's you
Her name came from her native heritage from the Navajo Tribe
I got this story because I offered her a bribe
She works at McDonald's as a shift leader
Her boyfriend, dropped out of school after the 6th grade, he goes by the name Skeeter
They take their showers with the laundry soap Dash
She has such a negative attitude, can't afford to change her native name Sourmash
Her boyfriend loves her for the free food and on her paydays
He has one shirt, the Toronto Blue Jays
They live in a singlewide, Wikipedia trailer trash
The deep love shared between Skeeter, McDonald's and Sourmash
She just bought her first VHS tape, the mini series Roots
Skeeter owes three more payments on his cowboy boots
Skeeter has Sourmash convinced she is a direct descendant of Koonta Kinte'
They sit and watch the movie as they eat their dinner on McDonald's meal trays
The carpet is stained red with Piggly Wiggly brand hot sauce
After drinking some Mad Dog 20/20 grape, Sourmash brags to Skeeter how at McDonald's she's the boss
They are convinced the laundry soap is giving them a rash
Good luck in your future with Skeeter, poor, poor Sourmash
theres never anything new in this town,leave me around,i found a corner and the
rayoneir was *****,to the people eater.the people eater is a cheater from the
skeeter of minnaseteer,a big ole disater with a faster basketcase,pre-band.look
at the other hand,it says left out for a reason,dont believe him,slim.i get it im with
it.its over when you post it,boy.
A skeeter hit my windshield,
This I surely knew.
He flew across in front of me
As many skeeters do.
The skeeter that hit my windshield
Was a frisky little dude!
He wanted to ride with me, I reckon
But what a way to intrude!
In Lonoke County, Arkansas,
Where skeeters are known to be.
Is where I ran over this overgrown bug
Or he tried to run over me.
If you’re not from this area, you wouldn’t know,
But please try to understand.
There’s some big ol’ skeeters here in Arkansas
Some only a fraction as big as a man.
An Arkansas skeeter hit my windshield,
Boy he made a big ol’ thump.
When these skeeter hit your windshield
You’ll think you hit a speed bump!
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