Best Midges Poems
There’s an old river course with beginning and end,
now the river runs straight without this river bend,
where the water is still and the reeds do grow strong.
New life has taken over in a billabong.
The mat rush is spreading replacing the sedge,
and old fallen gum trees lean in from the edge
creating a haven in the shelter below
for smelt or gudgeon, and the common minnow.
There’s a ring on the water, so danger is nigh,
and life is now over for one caddis fly.
Dragonflies hover on their predator flight,
so mosquito and midges best keep out of sight.
There is many a song around a billabong
to break up the still with an assembly throng
from birds of the forest, and wading birds too,
so the billabong offer is there to pursue...
... for blue heron and egret, coot and the teal,
and for the banded rail that the bulrush conceal.
In the billabong shadowed by gum and ti-tree,
bellbirds are tinkling; wattlebirds disagree.
An oft-diving grebe keeps on searching for food
for the striped downy chicks of its latest brood,
and a hunting kingfisher waits keen for its prey
from a twig of a gum tree it frequents all day.
There is many a scent around a billabong,
filling the air with the perfume quite strong,
from black wattle and mint bush, or mistletoe
cascading from gum trees where only they grow.
Painted lady butterfly flit upon flowers,
and blue banded bees keep on working for hours
on lilies and orchids, heath, sweet appleberry
and clusters of flowers on a native cherry.
Ribbon weed, nardoo spread out in the shallow,
with buttercup, duckweed; an introduced mallow,
struggling for survival near the water line,
aiding coral pea that does lightly entwine.
The banks of a billabong are dangerous too
with predator snakes not so often in view,
but they are aware, that the growling grass frog
will climb from the water onto an old log.
But tigers and copperhead, red-bellied black
often lay in the sun on an overgrown track,
where the wombat or wallaby travel along
to graze on native grasses near the billabong.
So life still carries on around the billabong
where water looks stagnant, a bond is still strong
with a river now rushing it’s way to the sea,
past the billabong living, where the course used to be.
Categories:
midges, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
I guess I’m more accustomed to the modern sting these days;
the one that comes by e-mail or the phone.
They might hurt the pocket with the modern scamming ways -
but Mother Nature’s stings bite to the bone.
I’m talking ‘bout a paper wasp,
or the angriest of bull-ant;
perhaps a hornet or a bee,
and that Queensland stinging plant.
I could be in the scrub casting out a fishing line,
or relaxed while I stand beside a tree
without a thought, but ignorant to a home that isn’t mine,
and its residents who start attacking me.
I’m talking ‘bout assertive spiders;
that little blighter jumping jack.
Damn mosquitoes and march flies,
and scorpions sometimes attack.
It may be every few years, but there does come a time,
when backyards need a bit of cleaning out,
so there will be disturbance that is not a pantomime,
and lackadaisical is not what it’s about.
I’m talking ‘bout stinging nettle,
or prickly pear annoying hairs.
The European Wasp and chiggers,
and white-tail spider toxin scares.
When fishing in an estuary; the beach or in a bay,
you never know what bounty it can bring.
You’ll always have a fighting fish trying to get away,
and some of them can give a nasty sting.
I’m talking ‘bout butterfly gurnard;
the torture of a sand flathead spike.
Feeling of pain after sunset,
and a victim when biting midges strike.
Some might be quite obtrusive - and some a fine-looking thing,
but they all come with a warning - I’m talking ‘bout the sting.
Categories:
midges, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Down in the meadow, bees are buzzing away
cows laze about, after feeding all day
Wildflowers attract butterflies, in pastel arrays
lapping up nectar, in the warm sunny rays
Down in the meadow, lambs frolic and play
ladybirds climb grass tufts, that gently sway
A farmer wipes his brow, whilst loading hay
midges swirl about, as young horses neigh
Down in the meadow, goldfinches come to lay
gobbling down thistle seeds, without delay
Baby spiders spin webs, in more than one way
none of them mind each other, so all’s ok
Down in the meadow, an old donkey brays
don’t think he’s cross, just dislikes his dray
The residents don’t care, what this ass says
all have things to do, and ignore me anyway
Categories:
midges, allusion, nature, nice,
Form:
Monorhyme
Gnats, fruitflies, midges, black flies
What do you call them?
I call them pests.
Unwelcome guests
I call them demons from hell.
They fly past my face.
They go for my eyes.
Lucifer in disguise
They like my white screen
They’re like a bad dream
And they’re really no good
When they try for my food
Oh please go away
You devils so small
You MUST be gone
As summer turns into fall
I don’t want to see
You ‘round here again
Count your tiny selves warned
Go back whence you came
Go straight down the drain
Categories:
midges, 7th grade, evil, insect,
Form:
Light Verse
Mayflies
by Michael R. Burch
These standing stones have stood the test of time
but who are you
and what are you
and why?
As brief as mist, as transient, as pale ...
Inconsequential mayfly!
Perhaps the thought of love inspired hope?
Do midges love? Do stars bend down to see?
Do gods commend the kindnesses of ants
to aphids? Does one eel impress the sea?
Are mayflies missed by mountains? Do the stars
regret the glowworm’s stellar mimicry
the day it dies? Does not the world go on
as if it’s no great matter, not to be?
Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose.
And yet somehow you’re everything to me.
Originally published by Clementine Unbound. Keywords/Tags: May, mayfly, mayflies, spring, time, daffodils, absence, missing you, mist, transient, transience, pale, inconsequential, stars, sea, everything, universe, A. E. Housman quote
Categories:
midges, absence, daffodils, may, missing
Form:
Sonnet
Brisbane
Rain squall just came from east of me,
Came blowing from the big blue sea,
5 pm the windows shut,
For I in Brisbane be.
Brown snakes and lizards do hide,
From the city dwellers, do slide,
Green Frogs there used to be,
Cane toads suck em down for free,
Green Frogs don’t suicide.
Fly screens keep the mossies out,
Midges sand flies, catch you out,
They come through to get you Clyde,
There is no itch in doubt.
The sun the sand the cooling breeze,
Live on the beach, be at your ease,
Hippies still enjoy the lifestyle, these,
Things are of our nation…
Brisbane at 5pm
Categories:
midges, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
POND LIFE
White water lily rooted deep
Profusive alba in flora peep;
Over the surface,upside down
Waterboatman-nature's clown.
Spiders spin their bubbled bell
Close to a ramshorn in crimson shell;
Stick insects,two inches long
Feed midst a tumultuous throng;
Mosquitoes,midges and water fleas
Breed ' neath the shade of willow trees;
Rush,sedge in tall loose strife
In open ponds that team with life.
re-post from | Year Posted 2007
Categories:
midges, garden, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
From the Painted Desert, head west
Past sagebrush, brittle bush, desert scrub
And The Petrified Forest at rest
To the Rocky Mountains above
Go past the Continental Divide
Below Douglas firs and pinyon pines
Head down the sunset side
Where the Colorado River cuts and winds
Many generations ago
Native Americans were inhabiting squatters
There were herds of buffalo
Along with now extinct muskrats and river otters
Beaver, cut cottonwoods and willows
Leopard frogs slept on limestone pillows
Mule deer and bighorn sheep
Climbed up and down walls so steep
Follow me down the foot trail
Like indigenous butterflies with swallowtails
In to the Valley of the Sun
Where Hopi civilization begun
Tassel eared squirrels frolic about
Bald eagles fly over and scout
Stream orchids, honey mesquite and arrow weeds
For pocket mice and other rodent species
Gray fox, weasels, bobcats
Spotted skunks, ring tails, and bats
Call this canyon their home
Where bark scorpions and rattlesnakes roam
While gila monsters and red spotted toads
Search for midges, flies and black widows
It took this river millions of years
To make this home for all who are here
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Categories:
midges, adventure, america, animal, history,
Form:
Rhyme
~Beautiful Dragonflies~
(American 767)
Dragonflies are odonata
they have close large eyes
bigger than the damselflies
Have slender bodies two wings
Variety numerous
they eat other small insects
Attack small fish and tadpoles
eat mosquitos and midges
they live in diverse biotope
Some are found in ponds and swamps
Prefer to live in wetlands
Some live in lakes acidic bogs
Male grasps the head of female
Sperm transfer fertilizes eggs
Some female lays eggs alone
Eggs dropped in aquatic plants
or directly in water
Some larvas stage in ponds marshes
When ready to change into adult
They climb out of the water
Shed skin become dragonfly
Dragonflies are unique insects
Colorful beautiful
Adults can live up to two months
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
February.10.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
Categories:
midges, beautiful, insect, love, nature,
Form:
Free verse
the footpaths that stretched
out of sight until never
the parched ground and grasses
when miles seemed forever
wild garlic, the nettles
the heat and the heather
the flies that would zizzzz
past our ears to wherever
the bees in the foxgloves
collecting their treasure
the midges that danced
in a group all together
the butterflies that zigged
and then zagged for good measure
the dandelions drifting
on the air at life's leisure
the long lost hot summers
full of fun love and pleasure
- I remember those walks
and the woods
and that weather.
Categories:
midges, earth, insect, nature, summer,
Form:
Monorhyme
~Dragonflies~
(American 767)
Dragonflies are odonata
they have close large eyes
bigger than the damselflies
Have slender bodies two wings
Variety numerous
they eat other small insects
Attack small fish and tadpoles
eat mosquitos and midges
they live in diverse biotope
Some are found in ponds and swamps
Prefer to live in wetlands
Some live in lakes acidic bogs
Male grasps the head of female
Sperm transfer fertilizes eggs
Some female lays eggs alone
Eggs dropped in aquatic plants
or directly in water
Some larvas stage in ponds marshes
When ready to change into adult
They climb out of the water
Shed skin become dragonfly
Dragonflies are unique insects
Colorful beautiful
Adults can live up to two months
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
October.28.2015
Categories:
midges, beautiful, color, insect, nature,
Form:
Free verse
~Dragonflies~
(American 767)
Dragonflies are odonata
they have close large eyes
bigger than the damselflies
Have slender bodies two wings
Variety numerous
they eat other small insects
Attack small fish and tadpoles
eat mosquitos and midges
they live in diverse biotope
Some are found in ponds and swamps
Prefer to live in wetlands
Some live in lakes acidic bogs
Male grasps the head of female
Sperm transfer fertilizes eggs
Some female lays eggs alone
Eggs dropped in aquatic plants
or directly in water
Some larvas stage in ponds marshes
When ready to change into adult
They climb out of the water
Shed skin become dragonfly
Dragonflies are unique insects
Colorful beautiful
Adults can live up to two months
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
August.21.2016
Categories:
midges, beautiful, color, insect, nature,
Form:
Free verse
~Dragonflies~
(American 767)
Dragonflies are odonata
they have close large eyes
bigger than the damselflies
Have slender bodies two wings
Variety numerous
they eat other small insects
Attack small fish and tadpoles
eat mosquitos and midges
they live in diverse biotope
Some are found in ponds and swamps
Prefer to live in wetlands
Some live in lakes acidic bogs
Male grasps the head of female
Sperm transfer fertilizes eggs
Some female lays eggs alone
Eggs dropped in aquatic plants
or directly in water
Some larvas stage in ponds marshes
When ready to change into adult
They climb out of the water
Shed skin become dragonfly
Dragonflies are unique insects
Colorful beautiful
Adults can live up to two months
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@200
June.05.2016
Categories:
midges, beautiful, color, insect, nature,
Form:
Free verse
The Old Coaster
I got meself a coaster bus,
To make a motorhome.
I checked it out for any rust,
In it we’re gonna roam.
We’ll check out all the freebie sites,
And camps along the Murray.
We’ll get a coupla lectric bikes,
And take our time we’re in no hurry.
We’ll work our way around the place,
Travellin this great wide land.
Out at St George pickin grapes,
Or packin fruit by hand.
We’ll do some fossickin at Rubyvale,
And we‘ll search for nuggets of gold.
The kids are gone the house is for sale,
Lets do it before we get old.
The Coaster’s looking pretty good,
With most the things we need.
A shower ‘n‘ bed ’n’ cupboards for food,
And a stove, to cook ourselves a feed.
There’s a wardrobe for clothes, a TV too.
And a sink to wash the dishes,
A fridge to keep the tucker cool,
Fully screened to stop the midges.
We’ve got maps and books and mobile phones,
We gave away the goldfish.
Henry the cat has a brand new home,
But it’s our friends we’ll miss.
Turn off the lights and shut the door,
We’re packed and ready to leave.
It’s “AKEBIA” you’ll be looking for,
And our friendship you’ll receive.
__________________
Categories:
midges, adventure, friendship, holiday, travel,
Form:
Rhyme
It was the snow over the earth
in every edge,
the candle burned on desk, of course,
it waited change.
Like summer midges in the swarm
that fly to fire,
the snowflakes flew from yard to warm
near window frame pyre.
The blizzard made some booms and balls
on glass of window,
the candle burned on desk, of course,
like lonely widow.
And all the shades were falling down
on painted ceiling,
Crosses of arms and legs and gown
of Fate and feeling.
Two shoes were falling on the floor
with knocking sound,
And wax tears from a night light's core
dripped on the dress and ground.
And everything was getting lost
with white-gray snowing,
the candle burned on desk, of course,
and it was glowing.
The candle was blown from the nook,
Seducing fever
was like an angel wings, their look
was like wild river.
All month snow February was
all night and, rather,
the candle burned on desk, of course,
and nothing other.
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Boris Pasternak
Categories:
midges, allusion, emotions, february, feelings,
Form:
Lyric