Long Insects Poems
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Christmas Mosquitoes
Twas the night before Christmas
That would make it Christmas Eve
Squadrons of mosquitoes were following me
Outside on the lawn, no ice or snow
This is Florida don't you know
My spouse and I had just dunked our heads
In a vat of bug repellent and started to bed
We became surrounded and began to pray
The buzzing got closer anyway
Mosquitoes treat bug spray like marinade
They targeted us and began their parade
The Mrs. just finished her whiskey night cap
Staggered to bed without a road map
On the way she lit candles about the house
Though it was so dark and she had her doubts
We don't have candles, only TNT
Lets see if insects like to feed on these
Merry Christmas to all except the mosquito
We scratched their last itch and made it finito
Blue skies changed to scarlet
Sunset fell beneath the starlet
A pasture of stars, shimmering
Following the moon’s glimmering
Beautiful night, whispering light
Kissing with laughter so bright
It was heaven’s stillness, smiling
Breathing joy and hope, beguiling
As the caterpillar wandered, alone
Oh, my, how his belly did groan
He had eaten all the pretty flowers
Before the skies filled with showers
Soon turning such a vibrant green
Looking so much like a string bean
I decided he was a dancing worm
Because he would squiggle and squirm
As insects go, he was just delightful
Though coming from bloodlines so frightful
He’s the most intelligent worm I know
A book in hand, his huge brain all aglow
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
February 24, 2023
~~Earthsong~~
We live and walk upon you each day.
We adore the scent and freshness of new mown hay.
From your deep, secret soils, flowers sprout.
We smell their flowers, and with joy, we shout!
Trees bearing fruits, a most God-given delight.
Plus tall trees extending fingers, touching stars at night.
Insects within you do both crawl and live.
Rain falls upon you and you act like a sieve.
Sheep, cows, lambs upon you, do eat and run.
God's creatures, great and small, under the sun,
You are our souls' true, verdant harmony.
Ever growing, forever thankful to thee..we,humanity!
August 18, 2020
8am PST
I sleep while nature squeezes under my door.
A dream of the swamp blooms like a water-born disease in my polluted
senses flooding my throat, nose and lungs.
Breath rattles heavily through damp fabric and pushes tears through
infected lids.
Salt cracks and crumbles from my eyes in brittle flakes.
Nature is in this house.
From within the walls, soaking wet tendrils transmit intricate messages.
Tapping. Smearing.
Mud at the water’s edge swallows my legs in muscular contractions that grip me hard and hold me sucked into the slime.
There is comfort in my restful sludge as I slowly become a celebration of waste.
A new smell is in this house.
I fumble, prod, rip, and slash at the dirt-smeared welts in the hope of exposing bone through paper-thin skin.
Insects have burrowed beneath bleeding fingernails and laid their sodden eggs inside tear duct, nostril, and mouth.
Swollen and stretched, the engorged tissues begin to rupture as they rhythmically pump soupy discharge onto saturated sheets.
I hear my laughter in another room.
From the banks of the swamp, I watch amber lilies drift away on dark, green ripples that shimmer with an oily gloss.
Their moist, heavy perfume clings to my tongue like a sugary membrane.
I slowly lift my head towards the clean blue sky and open my mouth wide.
I hope God can see me, feel my restructuring.
One by one, black, twitching mosquitos swarm down to feed from my gaping mouth.
They bite and suck the blood from my blistered lips and force their way down into my lungs and stomach, filling me to bursting with their fluttering wings and delicate stings.
I cramp, bruise, tumefy.
Cells divide.
Segments fall away.
New organs grow.
This is my fresh suit, my next phase.
I do hope God can see me.
Nearly thirty inches below normal of rain this year
It's caused an infestation of critters who lurk near
Droning on and on, annoyingly buzzing in my ear
Waiting for the chance to stick me with their spear
With needle sharp weapons, like the point of a pen
Round and round my head they fly, again and again
I need hands to swat at them... the size of Big Ben
or maybe freeze them with liquid nitrogen or cryogen
Oh, bad mosquitoes! What a big proboscis they possess
Despite their intent, they've failed to cause me stress
Such wicked bites will never leave me a bloody mess
When they've fallen at my feet, I'll just say, "God bless."
I don't live in fear of them because it's all a charade,
the army of bloodsuckers, who seem to be on a crusade
to defy peace in every home, they've chosen to invade
So, it's time to zap the pesky insects with a can of Raid
On the frigid wings of the northern breeze
waned winter with frayed feathers flies away,
clears the mist from shining sky out of freeze,
song of birds brings life in ambiance grey.
On silken leaves’ cradle blooming buds glow,
with cascade of color petals unfold,
zephyr ripples fragrance in fervent flow,
but spring also has its downside untold.
Insects crawl out after hibernation,
stinging bees build hives in unwanted place,
allergens spread as season’s creation,
from defrosted ground dust fills warm air space.
Though compared to winter it is tender,
spring is not all encompassing splendor.
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February 6, 2023
Syllable count : 10 per line (HMS)
Rhyme checked with RhymeZone.com
Contest : Spring Is Not All
Sponsored by : Michelle Faulkner
Unable to escape my fate,
alas I am a denizen of the night.
As darkness descends my adventures begin.
Such freedom in soaring flight,
a freedom that humanity will never experience,
exhilaration beyond measure.
Under the magic of the midnight moon
I live my life.
Skimming ponds and lakes,
scooping up water, so refreshing.
Gripped by a ferocious appetite
and driven by hunger:
Night-flying insects beware!
Resting awhile near my favourite
tree and nearby hedgerow, perfect for
foraging, an absolute feast.
Sounds of the night are crystal clear.
Listening intently because
dawn has a special symphony.
Creatures of the night
begin to think of home.
Somehow I have got separated from the swarm,
hearing them now an echo on the air
rushing wings that swoop and swirl.
Waiting for the perfect moment to re-join them.
Swiftly we navigate, as dawn breaks,
fluttering frenzy of wings and screeching
into our roost.
That dank, dark cave high on the cliffs
far, far away from humanity.
Perfect home for a colony of bats.
Creatures of the Night
Free verse poetry
Sponsored
by:
Julia Ward
08/06/2022
Pixabay image by: BeaTzjoody
Tears of sorrow stream from my eyes
as I sit on a small patch of green grass
they call a park and gaze upon never-ending fields
of concrete meadows filled with cars
surrounded by a brown river of floating fish
near the forest of steel, where people live
gathering everything they can hold
sold to them by faceless machines
that has no soul
beneath a sky once overflowing with birds
filled now with hollow tubes of seated people
in a hurry from tethered reasons of purpose
lost in the crushing moments of passing minutes
that steal their days with the chatter of empty sound
keeping them trapped in a world of illusion
crossing oceans once filled with an abundance
now lingering on the edge of Apocalypse
filled with garbage and plastic
stressed with the unchecked harvest of fish
to a point of no return
colored by the slimy dark fluids from ships
which clutter its surface like so many insects
Everyone knows Everyone sees
yet resign themselves to their internal drudgery
clinging to their place inline
fought for as if it was freedom
all struggle with reason all wonder
what is to come
2/13/16 re-posted 9/25/21
When the Earth Brings an End to the Day
Kevin Davis 2024
When my creatures rouse from their midday slumber,
stirred by the western-turning sun,
the Sun is moving further westward,
bringing new delights to everyone.
Hide-and-seek, kick-the-can, catching fireflies,
these become the children’s joy,
as the birds and the insects dance in the skies.
This season of long days brings everyone out,
They savor the cool as the heat leaves with the sun.
Crickets and frogs sing a happy, but it is a sleepy tune,
Soon the darkness covers my fields and flowers,
the only light is from the Moon.
My Children watch with disappointment as darkness falls,
and find time for a few more games before last call.
But then it’s time for baths to prepare for bed,
where the day’s enjoyment becomes dreams that dance in their head.
Winking on before the stars
These little airborne lamps
Endowed my neighbourhood
As my wide grey eyes feel good
I must stop and stare
As electric insects appear
No one can take this view from me
As long as my eyes can see
Dancing in their flights
Guided by several lights
Every dawn must die
As they skillfully fly
From the beetle family
With a light-based vocabulary
Giving a lovely glow
And a call and response show
See their lower abdomen
Several lights for men
Yellow, green and orange light
Chasing out darkness at night
Observe the cold light
Has it any heat?
Very few ultraviolet rays
Useful in many ways
O! miniature lightening bugs
Let scientist give you hugs
For they've learnt from thee
As we all could see
Thomas Edison became envious
Is his bulb a match for yours?
Heavy electric bills today
Firefly, I need thy ray
Have you ever seen a firefly? If you haven't, please strive to see in their darkness flight.I advise you check your electric bills today and think of what these small creatures can offer.