Midges Poems - Poems about Midges

...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 ......Read the rest...

...Once again besieged by fruit flies Pestiferous infestation quite argh apartment unit b44 plagued with plight analogously linkedin to phenomena experienced within outer limits of the twili......Read the rest...

...the gray green frogs that often silently squat as still as bricks and blocks around the pear-shaped garden pond are frisky restless they plop in and out of the weedy water boasting bigly as......Read the rest...

...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 Murra......Read the rest...

...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,......Read the rest...

...The air was pure and bright. A sea-salt tingle hovered in an easygoing offshore breeze. In mesmerising rhythm, wavelets sloshed and swished along the timeworn jetty wall. The bay was sparkling i......Read the rest...

...Futile effort to plunger the clogged kitchen sink... courtesy malfunctioning garbage disposal which won't be removed by onsite maintenance man UNTIL/UNLESS fruit fly excreta wiped off (impos......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...There is bird crap on the car window. In the morning light it’s a gritty white ghost, a splatter still passing-by making its way to earth. The windscreen is a camera, excrement caught in flight......Read the rest...

...Sonnet LXXXI-LXXXIX Day, and Night by Michael R. Burch The moon exposes pockmarked scars of craters; her visage, veiled by willows, palely looms. And we who rise each day to grind a living, ......Read the rest...

...FATHER CAT CHECKS IN 7.45 pm the father wanderer returns just after I had just brought his daughter cat back in due to midges being in the air, but; at least the father returned, so at the moment ......Read the rest...

...Grandpa's tractor coughs, sputters and comes alive, acrid smoke sharpening my senses... gears engaged, lurches forward, disturbing clouds of fungus midges bursting in the sun from the damp clumps of ......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...The Return! Echoes resonate - in vast empty streets Confining humans with apps and with tweets Papers flutter down dark hollow caverns Shops now closed - and so too the taverns Cats stroll th......Read the rest...

... the footpaths that stretched out of sight until never. the parched ground and grasses when miles seemed forever. wild garlic, the heat the nettles and heather. the bees in the foxgloves......Read the rest...