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The Wings of a Fly and the Reply

This entry is part of a series of entries "The Totem Chronicles"
(The fly is in two pieces beside this one in my totem series so he is a somewhat important little bug.)

I love most poetic styles. I've been a student of poetry for a few decades and dabbled in many forms. One of the most delightful as well as annoying and cloying is the Mono Rhyme. This is a good way to learn simple and pure rhyme.

These two poems I am about to present can be quite grating and annoying but I love them just the same. The first one is pure mono rhyme and has annoyed many a reader while the second is more subdued.

The Wings of a Fly


Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Zap

in the corner of my eye I see a fly
buzzing by near to my eye
making me sigh as it flies by
wings rushing towards the sky
flying away from my eye
soaring high for a fly

why oh why does it want to die
flying so high in the sky
does it cry for the other fly
that did die when it flew
into my eye

I swatted that little black fly
who flew in my eye
that did defy and deny
her right to fly
by buzzing by my eye
causing the little fly to die
never saying good-bye to you
who flies so high away
from my eye towards the sky
crying for the little fly
who in suicide succeeded
in her wish to die
by flying in my eye

I sigh from the sty
that's in my eye from that fly
who flew in my eye
wondering why she wanted to die
never hearing her cry for it was you
that made her want to die
by seeing through your lie
about an affair with another fly
leaving her high and dry
to explode and die
in my teary eye

who do you cry for
as you fly towards the sky
away from my accusing eye
for your sin of deceit and lust
where my eye holds her
remaining dust
for it was not I who made her die
it was you who led her in my eye
you who were once a mighty fly
turn away from the sky
set your wings on downward path
cleanse yourself from damnation's wrath
now it’s time for you to die
fly oh fly in my other eye

I weep
as I wait
for your reply

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz plop


(the fevered writings of Kalifera; acolyte of the Blue Dolphin)


The Reply

my oh my why oh why where oh where do I die
do I fly high in the sky and fly till I die
or fly down to the ground and dive in your eye

I wobble

I wiggle

I tingle

I fizzle

my tired wings do shiver and shake
from this decision that you ask me to make

what's it to you in what I do
am I not just a pesky pest to you
a lowly bug of no significance
absent of any beneficence
what does it matter to you in how I die
high in the sky or in your eye
who are you to offer me salvation’s path
when all I've known was your hellish wrath
but before I go to die
either in your eye or in the sky
it was she not I
who deceived you with her lie


Oh you silly fly you oddly odd fly
you wicked and spirited godly gadfly
it was you not I
who had an affair with another fly
right before my eye
to show me what we had together
was one self deluding lie
your fickle heart being now the property
of that other fly

I raged

I fumed

anger sealed my doom


I spittled and spit
my head exploded and split
in my altered state all I felt was hate
only in death will my revenge abate
not He only I would be your heartfelt mate
alas! alas! the rest was left to fate
leaving me to cry as you flew in the eye
to die to empty yourself to Him
wallowing together in sin in the eternal dim

I stumble

I crumble

I fumble

I tumble

all alone I fly grimy and naked
throw those stones and bones pebbles and rocks
there’s a hole in my soul all twisted in knots
I’ve been forsaken betrayed afraid and outplayed

all that is left of me is long ago dead
please let me rest a while as I lay on your head


(the fevered writings of Kalifera; acolyte of the Blue dolphin)
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