Best Midge Poems
For a millennium.
We've sipped those same
poisons-potions-passions.
It's a wonder we're still breathing.
Why our souls are still beating.
We're born into a maelstrom of self-destruction.
But when the golden midge of life floats along.
Only the river stones can explain their dreams.
We have yet to learn their language.
"For those who love with heart and soul, there is no such thing as separation"
~By Rumi
Decked in floral wreaths and crown
as I lay in state among family and friends
with my spirit wading through strands forlorn
where lamps shone bright in celestial gleam
bordering a land of bliss out of mortal reach
where neither canker blights, nor flowers wilt
where sorrow never enters and all shall be blest
where each head like the sun aureoled
where God in all His glory doth reign
I saw through my slumber deep, as through a veil
my loved ones grieving great, my journey
unreturned to an untravelled land.
There was crying and whining, sighing and sobbing
in stirring memory of days in all goodness spent
and of bonds stretching beyond life's rim
which set me feel sick of where I was and where I wasn't
so fain to go, so fain to stay,
like a spinning midge,
my spirit veered high and low
between Heaven and Earth
between Mortality and Immortality.
a helium balloon buoyant in the air.
I am shrinking,
I am shrinking,
I am dwindling away,
And i hardly need to tell you this is not a normal day.
Now i'm smaller than a pickle,
Than a pencil,
Than a prune,
And it's patently apparent i will vanish very soon.
I am shrinking,
I am shrinking,
I am smaller than a bean,
And unless there's a reversal,
I will exit from the scene.
I'm receding every second,
Now i'm smaller than a flea,
A midge,
A molecule,
And now i'm nothing to see.....
Aquatic nymph to dragonfly.
A rainbow coloured acrobat,
With diamond facets in each eye.
Feeding on wing, as they terrify,
Their prey of wasp, to midge and gnat.
Aquatic nymph to dragonfly,
It's changing colours do belie,
This natures fearsome autocrat.
With diamond facets in each eye,
Diaphanous wings to soar on high,
A fearless creature in combat.
Aquatic nymph to dragonfly,
It's flights of fancy in the sky,
Weaving a rainbow ribboned plait.
With diamond facets in each eye,
One final act before they die,
Creating life. - ensuring that,
Aquatic nymph to dragonfly,
Yet both are one, to swim, then fly.
He comes to love, openly, one last time,
careless as always, eyes closed, on the rim
of lovers ledge, tingling toes reminds
him to let go and forget where he’s been,
before this final breath, before the binge.
Before, his belly was empty, hollow,
a lonely log covered in moss and midge.
Then born again, baptized in love’s shallows,
he found the crown to rule his tomorrows.
He loves love and love loves him, it’s beautiful.
In reverence of it, on one knee, the ring—borrowed.
He appoints this his moment, it’s delightful
how his blood bubbles and his heart puffs up
one last time, openly, he comes to love.
Just before the ridge there sat a wooden bridge
And it's planks had been in place a year or two.
In the grass almost forgotten was a log which had gone rotten
And was hollow end to end the whole way through.
Inside the rotten log there lived a lonely dog
No-one loved him so he didn't have a name.
He sat there all forlorn and watched a golden dawn
Scratched his ear and whimpered in his shame.
He trotted into town just to have a look around
And to see if someone would like to love a pet
But when he drew up close people slapped him on the nose
And a bruise seemed all that he would get.
Battered, bruised and confused and a little bit bemused
He slowly limped his way back to his log.
I'd be a faithful little friend right until the very end
He went inside and cried, this little dog.
One night a raging storm which was really not the norm,
Swelled the river flowing underneath the bridge
And unknown to the town the flood was flying down
From the slopes and gullies of the ridge.
The little dog just ran to warn the nearest man
Of the danger rolling downwards in the dark
And the town began to shout as they got the people out
Thanks to the little dog's frenzied bark.
With the morn' the flood had passed, everyone safe at last
But the little dog was nowhere to be found.
Then came a cry, a sobbing voice screamed, Why?
His little body lying lifeless on the ground.
An iron bridge painted brown now sits above the town
The rotten log was long since thrown away.
Pride of place on the bridge is a plaque for little Midge
And the sacrifice he made that stormy day.
When did your heart and soul soar,
And bring you happiness galore,
When did you see your way ahead clear,
Was it amazing and awesome,
So encompassing and wholesome,
What delighted you most,
Was it your help at the charity store,
Which satisfied you to your core,
Or was it that old man
You helped cross the road,
Or the little boy you helped
Find and catch his big toad,
Or maybe it was that freezing night,
That you brought warmth and light,
To the poor under the bridge,
When you got a mighty hug from Midge.
Or perhaps it was that
Heartwarming day,
On the 1st May,
When you gave chocolate eggs,
To all the children in need,
Wearing rags,
With no shoes on their feet.
Do you remember that multiple accident,
On the highway,
Where a number of people did pay,
With their life,
There was many a child,
Some a husband, others a wife,
Died at this horrific scene,
And you wept, for what you could not do.
All were good folk, and came to me.
This, I want you to know,
That from today,
I have saved you
A place dear Anne,
For I am a big fan,
Of people like you,
Of which sadly exist, so few,
For you will help everyone,
And risk your all for anyone.
Loving you is a boon
You came in as a bliss
I offer my sweet kiss
Oh! my honey dew toon
My dark night's hopeful moon
My dream's cute little Miss
You are growing like trees
Like the Pines on the ridge
Where wishes get abridge
Only God to appease
And none other to please
On His feet like a midge
I can see God in you
Oh! my sweet honey dew
(c) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)
05/09/2015
The family's gathered together and swarmed around the Christmas tree
and even Grandpa Elmer has shaken and rattled the gifts ,you see.
The ham has been glazed to perfection and Mama calls us to the table
but Uncle Fred is floating in eggnog;as for getting up he's just not able!
Grandma's disgusted the young-uns;she pinches the cheeks right off each kid.
Auntie Midge has much to say about the neighbors's secrets they've hid.
Cousin Joe shows up with his girlfriend,a stripper from the local club
and while the family finds their seats,Daddy stumbles home from the pub.
Across from the stuffing and mashed potatoes Mama shoots him a nasty stare.
If looks could kill he'd be dead as a doorknob but Daddy doesn't seem to care.
We bow our heads now to say grace;I look at all the faces dear.
I'm grateful for each wacky one and that Christmas just comes once a year!
written 12/13/12
Sunny the goblin
Was a very joyful troll
With a blue surfboard and a stately pose
Down the beach he would stroll
Sunny the goblin
Is a happy bloke they say
He surfs well you know
Loves the seaside so
He will live here one day
He built a shack right on the beach
He built it on sturdy ground
No dinner he had a *paddle pop instead
And began to dance around.
Oh Sunny the Goblin
Was sun tanned as could be
And the people say
He could surf all day
Just the same as *Midge Farrelly
Oh Sunny the goblin
Knew the surf was up that day
So he said lets do some surfing in the sun
So they surfed all the day
Down to the surf shop
With a surfboard in his hand
Buying gear to wear
New T-shirts everywhere
This place was surf gear land
He bought new board shorts for a pound
And a new summer top
He could have bought lots more
But they were closing the shop
Hmm Sunny the Goblin
Had to hurry on his way
With a little sigh he waved goodbye
Great shopping here today
Thumpety, thump thump, thumpety, thump thump
The sand's so hot it glows!
Thumpety, thump thump, thumpety, thump thump
Sunny carries his board running on his toes.!
NEXT STOP : DUBLIN
Glad to leave the stonefaced Russian labyrinth of passports small
And stamped documents for every footfall
A bureaucrat’s wet dream - checking each other’s bureaucracies
No walking on grass, no stepping over invisible fences,
No original thinking, no whistling indoors please.
Engines start to turn and whistle and whine
Soon be back in old school for a while, unmissed, decadent
Teachers like old Rogers, often boozed-up in class, or that arrogant *
Upstart McCabe, getting high on his minority skills, his sacred Irish language.
( Mustn’t say Irish, say Gaeilge.) Important to an ant or midge.
I have met them at close of day, coming with vivid faces **
Flushed with the triumph of outdated, set-in-stone values
Elation gets them higher than smoky inhalation
Their dreamland is a small island, a Gaeilge nation.
I dream of stepping from frying pan to fire
And life begins to seem a hoax
And tiny ants seem large as folks
Their fragile egos higher float with every puff
Tiny magic dragons never seem to get enough
And from their caves they need a coax
East is east, and west is best - but in the final analysis
Maybe not enough in either one to miss
And the caves are filled with fragile ants
Afraid to be seen with ants in their pants.
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NOTES
*These are of course fictitious names.
**This is the opening line from W. B. Yeats’ poem EASTER 1916.
Yeats is probably one of the 20th century’s finest poets in the English language.
Play hearts?
No smarts
Blackjack?
Lack knack
Go fish?
You wish
Try bridge?
Ask Midge
Old Maid?
Afraid
Cribbage?
Priv'lege
Euchre?
Nuke her
Hold 'em?
Fold 'em
Psst:
Poker?
Mediocre
Ignatius Sprout pushed himself to the surface
As he was the foremost elected leader
Followers, Bamber, Gottre, Bovis and Night
were all reluctant to escape their prison
None could remember how or why they were trapped
Bamber's head popped out, flapping his long green ears
Ignatius frowned down at his friend's reluctance
"Up, Up," he demanded co-operation
Bamber slowly blinked, adjusting to the light
Being bumped firmly from below, he hopped out
onto the grassy green, dew wet, riverbank
"Ah! Ah!" beamed Ignatius, pumping Bamber's hand
"It's great?" indicating the Spring countryside
Bamber grunted, mopping his perspiring head
From the hole came Gottre followed by Bovis
Excitedly, the twins jumped giving high fives
Then started prancing about shouting in glee
"Humph" said Ignatius loudly, "you two behave"
Gottre and Bovis did not heed the rebuke
They were obliviously sniffing nasturtiums
And playing hide seek amongst the dahlias
"Where's Night?". questioned Ignatius rubbing his head
Which started itching from a pesky midge bite
Bamber crouched down low and hallowed down the hole
They heard Night's squeaky voice asking them for help
They all hunted around for a creeping vine
The pain of Night stretched their ingenuity
But they managed to lift him by small degrees
Binding his ankle with a soft cabbage leaf
They all ventured forth to a new adventure.
Midge the Mouse could tell that her date was not into her
He was busy slurping down all the butter off their popcorn
She wondered why did he invite me, the sneaky little cur.
Because my Uncle Zeke is the owner of Movie Galaxy in Big Horn?
They got a discount on the popcorn, he only had to pay half.
Then he decided to go Dutch, which to Midge was a big surprise.
He stopped to get a famous movie mouse’s autograph.
Then asked for her phone number in front of Midge’s eyes.
When his six bucks are gone,
His belly warm with beer,
Comes his time of day,
The time he always does fear...
It's off to nowhereland,
His dank basement apartment,
No lovely suburban home,
This is what life deemed is his compartment
Nineteen inch T.V.,
Three beers in the "fridge",
A half a bar of cheddar,
Two pizza slices,
An annoying head buzzing midge...
He sits on the edge of his bed,
Which also is his couch,
In this one room nightmare,
His shoulders visibly slouch
Of one thing, he is grateful,
That his wife never saw him such,
He has few blessings to count,
He just doesn't have that much...
But things interest him not,
He lives deep within the past,
And of all the things he's got,
The one most treasured thing,
A picture of his wife and him...
To those old memories he does still cling...
Yes, this "Old Warrior" still fights his war,
Not against some international crime,
This old warrior's battle,
Is against the tides of time.