The Legend of the Fly
The sky has clouds
the stream has ripples
A pelican has wings
My pad has icloud
my wife has nipples
a Republican with wings
my wife has nipples
a Republican with wings
U shout
at clouds!
U have
no nipples!?
The fat
lady sings!
You
make me laugh out loud
you play
a game
upon
your cloud
Now
what's ur name?”
no view
is so loud
for poet
like Poe's riddles
(we
love) like nasty stings
The
Pelicans crowd
They
fear the riddles
They
like the lightened hymns
Hymns
were the beginning
when the
poet soul sang out
So close
to nature
So
earthed with doubt!
He see
hymns on frog's croaking
even if
an old man with gout
or deeds
so immature
poems
abound no doubt.
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Frogs
rejoice in their heavenly soaking
The Gout
man so screams, he shouts!
Find him
the cure!
The cure
of less doubt, perhaps less gout
A
creature born without king
slimy
things leaping on its hideout
its
songs or our displeasure
Pelican's
delight on its sumptuous take-out
“I am
the pelican king”!
The
frogs sing monsoons' delight
They
croak in pelicans' measure, in their leisure
They
sing for carnal pleasure, of monsoon nights.
Ugly
fish eye frog
Inside a
pelican prince
the dove
of the wet sky mirror
cooing..wooing
with
hiccups after dinner
Poor frog cursed swimmer!
(leaving
his physical deformity)
the frog
uttered his litany
"Ugly
I maybe
but who
has more fairy tale than thee
sky
flyers you can be
finding
life in the scree
is the
real prince in me!"
Summer
breaths, breeze
Resuscitate
oh rivers life
Air of
life
I'm
upside down, blue and not breathing
floating
in a pond of night
Am I the
heron?
Did I
dream of frogs?
Am I the
frog!?
Did I
dream of herons?
I float
in the night
Blue
>In a
Blue Blue heaven
The frog
prepares to receive his wings
observes
the
pelican down below
>How
unerved she'll be
to see a
flying frog!..With a halo!
"It's
here you will stay"
the
golden pond keeper says
The
fish, the insects all that crawls
do not
eat, your stomach would not even growl.
From
here to eternity until one king is king
you will
be just blissful to have this undertaking
sing all
day and pray in between.
I will
pray and sing to my hearts content
but what
of the prince?
was it
all pretence?
Out of life
now....
>but
still no wiser
no
worries..you think..so did I
I have
wings..I'm a flyer..
what
more to desire?
What's
there to ponder?
When I
am no no longer
a part
of it?
Quick..take
back these wings..the halo..the ipad
return
me I beg...miracle worker
to the
day before blue day
when I
croaked with meloncholia
through
the damp night...
where I
waited and longed
and,
Yes! I admit pain-panged..
but felt
SOMETHING!.... Alive...Alive....alive!
The
great KING heard the off key
On the
cloudy fairways before the keeper tweak his tee
"Why
he detest his place on my kingdom?"
Did you
not read him the choices for every martyrdom?
"I
will" and swung easy with his custom made wood club
The
Keeper avoided the hazard but not the shrub
Gave up
the ball and keep the score
Proceeded
to see the frog to tweet no more
And
everyday
As
thundered, rain
breezed
the failing life
as hops
and croaks
so
little frogs arose
to blink
and
watch
and
stare
eye for
eye for i .. am reborn as just a fly...
alive
alive
alive!
As the
fly flew
He flew
through, and through, the void
>Through
times of dark
With
flight there was the coming of light and longer days
Never
ending was this flight
As light
became the wings
And a
Prince stood proud, brought upon such heaven's wings
And
angelic wings lit up the void
A Prince
was born to rule this way
To rule
the land and sea and sky
But then
darkness decided
that he
must die…
Like an
old good fly.
-Jason Christopher ,Maria Disley, Saigon De Manila
First published in Fineartsamerica.com
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