Biting mosquitoes and chiggers do not take anything away
From the beauty of the orange sky over the marsh at dusk
Bullfrog music adds to the ambiance of the evening
Categories:
chiggers, sky,
Form: Imagism
Chicken Chuck Chiggers chose chances of Chow
Changing curly curd curiosities that happened now
Clamping clogging cleats, classifying clones of mad cow
Colorado’s colorful colonists commanding condos of wow
Crusty cramped crullers creeping in craggy crevasses so
Crispy cartooned crestfallen consonants following below
Caroling cartons carefully consternating as catfish grow
Christmas card carolers confusing craggy-topped snow.
Confusing collars commanding colorized classification
Creating confident compact colonel’s consternation
Colliding converse comparisons in curious colorization
Commanding calendars corduroy in cellophane colonization
Categories:
chiggers, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Alliteration
Recalling how chiggers can itch
I'll still cross the muddiest ditch
the biggest blackberries to find.
Deet sends most critters to their niche.
Wrestling briers, a path I'll stake
while dreaming of cobblers to bake...
Whoa! my full pail I left behind
the moment I spotted a snake.
Returning with weapon in tow
and searching along with my beau
At last, I regain peace of mind,
he scares off the snake with a hoe.
Retrieving my bucket brim full
we hurry past fence and the bull.
Are they worth the grit and the grind?
You bet, homegrown blackberries rule.
July 31, 2022
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Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Categories:
chiggers, 11th grade, angst, boyfriend,
Form: Quatrain
The thing about chiggers:
I’m glad they’re not bigger.
They’ll make you go dancing
Like A. A. Milne’s Tigger.
Avoid ‘em with vigor!
When they pull the trigger,
Get under your waistband,
You may need a jigger.
Of whiskey! Of whiskey!
You’ve gotta ask right,
'Cuz chiggers are red
And jiggers are white.
O, chigger! O, jigger!
They both like to bite.
The former’s a flea;
The latter’s a mite.
Categories:
chiggers, nursery rhyme, silly,
Form: Rhyme
chiggers get under my skin
biting me harder than I have ever been bitten
I feel an orange glow chastising my acceptance
but what can I do? They own the tall night grass
bullfrog bellows at me in a belligerent way
I feel lambasted and irritated
cat fishing has never been so mean
Categories:
chiggers, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Free verse
In the recesses of autumn woodland shadows
I sense villages of miniscule creatures – ants, beetles, chiggers
They are spending their lives constantly moving, working, hiding, and digging.
The leaves are turning, giving me a sense of impending winter.
These creatures are protected under the cover of these red and yellow leaves.
I see them not, yet, I sense them. Knowing they would scurry at the giant, me.
Are they dangerous? Rioting? Screaming for solitude? Playing tiny guitars?
Or are they merely teeny beings, working themselves to death, like us?
Categories:
chiggers, autumn,
Form: Free verse
I walked out to see my garden's beauty
Looking for vibrant colors to see
But before I could look he was all over me
Stung fourteen times by an angry bee
I was looking at a butterfly fluttering by
But a Blue Jay snatched it out of the sky
I transplanted a couple of ferns nearer to me
That turned out to be poison ivy
I stopped at some sweet blossoms to smell
But the mosquitos and chiggers were biting like hell
I also set out some vegetable plants
Soon they were carried away by the ants
I had a bagful of promising seeds
But what came up were aggressive weeds
Then I noticed a bunch of holes
Seems now my garden hosts a colony of moles
I won't let this garden get the better of me
It's now a great beauty for all to see
My new garden is quite fantastic
For now it's all made of plastic
Petal, buds, blossoms, bees, birds, butterflies! Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
07/28/20
Categories:
chiggers, garden, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Fallen tree philosophy
At the back of the lot
Down near the stream
Where the mosquitos swarm thick
There is always a touch more breeze
Where the woodpecker tree fell
Near that mushroom spot
And the ticks and chiggers
Way back at the very back
On the sitting log
If you need me
That's where I will be
Categories:
chiggers, nature,
Form: Free verse
I feel it in the morning dim,
when I head out to drive to work,
a bite of chill that saps the vim,
tough now it seems just a flirt.
Again, when I drive home later,
auburn fringe of a maple tree,
soon to attract the spectators,
from the dull steel of the city.
I spot it in a gaudy sign
that advertises back-to-school,
weighs heavily in children’s minds,
all bemoaning a fate so ‘cruel.’
Next, in the light of our great sun,
more slanted than it was before,
the light feels like it’s tired, done,
ever retreating, more and more.
At dusk I hear the geese fleeing,
they are making for the south too,
their constant honks sound like bragging,
“We’re out of here, sucks to be you.”
And on the roads more deer will go,
the rut is only weeks away,
cars must avoid scrambling does
chased by bucks looking for play.
Most will bemoan the summer’s end,
but I think I am fine with it,
never fond of heat that offends,
or insects…I always get bit.
Soon I can go out for a walk
without having to sweat at all,
no mosquitoes or chiggers stalk,
I welcome these first hints of fall.
Categories:
chiggers, appreciation, autumn, change, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
Have Been Trigger Happy
Has been know to have a horse named Trigger;
Actually is happy because his horse is bigger;
A blatant lie,
Will pass by;
Was ticked off after being bitten by a chigger.
Jim Horn
Leaver it up to chiggers and tics.
Categories:
chiggers, 1st grade
, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
still
picking
blackberries
clothes torn, skin bleeds
need to pee
chiggers
too
Categories:
chiggers, beauty, body, dream, paradise,
Form: Lanterne
sittin' on the back porch,
drinkin' gran'ma's brew;
lots of free time on my hands,
can't think of what to do
i wanna strip naked,
go lay out in the sun;
chiggers chompin' on my butt,
ain't my type of fun!
maybe i'll build a treehouse,
but i ain't got no wood;
it's too hot to break a sweat,
that won't do no good
perhaps i'll have a cookout,
but i ain't got no meat;
i can't go to the market,
although it's down the street!
i wanna write a poem,
but i ain't got no words;
i long for inspiration,
while countin' flies on turds!
maybe i'll sell my dog,
clean up this funky yard;
that would make me sad as hell,
goodbye is just too hard!
sittin' on the back porch,
drinkin' gran'ma's brew;
lots of free time on my hands,
can't think of what to do...
Categories:
chiggers, funnytime,
Form: Rhyme
Categories:
chiggers, funny
Form: Rhyme