Mosquitos are like leeches
Except worse
They buzz into your ears
They are kamikaze pilots
Tormenting you from several directions
Dive bombing near your face and neck
Lying in wait to scare you
Found not only near stagnant water
But in woods and barns
They bite with ferociousness
I despise them
Mozzies, midgies, gnat attacks
On my blood they want to snack.
Silent, deadly, in they crept
Quenching their hunger as I slept.
Ugly, red, lumps and bumps
Itching, scratching; I've got the hump.
They transformed me into Quasimodo
Only time I've ever taken a selfie photo.
Evening time is my worse nightmare
Straight jacket on I must now wear.
26.08.23
last night
Late heat,
temperature higher than body
In the unlit darkness
Let's move the cell phone
I saw the mosquito
on the screen
buzzed.
I turned off and fell asleep
In the morning
my wife was upset
the mosquitoes bite and redden
shoulder,
calves,
the back,
and thigh and
I was all right
always, yes
even mosquito only like wife.
My usual meditation in the morning
Was abruptly breached by a mosquito
Tearing the quiet of the moment growing
The vanished scar is an adverse memento.
It was seen at my foot immovably stuck
Inflated with blood like a drunk
A billionaire sunk
Into the quagmire of life
Removed from the dishonestly acquired bunk.
The dead insect was scooped out using nail
The dead had to leave out everything including blood
It left no trail no trial to face to pass or fail.
Life’s accumulated blood
Would never be carried to the next birth
Of the inner resident.
This city is infested by mosquitoes
It accepts all insects and foes
In exchange of modern tourism with prearranged
Contact and appointment flourishing on its shore
With Nature’s endowment of Sea over the others to score;
After all citizens face no hurdle
From restrictions legal or illegal
They don’t have to stand any trial or battle
Anything beyond what they have
They don’t mind if life around is soothing or rough.
© Aju Mukhopadhyay, 2023
Now, I'm dealing with mosquitoes!
All about standing on my toes,
Refusing to accept the throes;
Back to Mosquitoes bad death throws...
Harsh hand claps to just have one smashed,
For if I did not would be lashed
Upon entries into net cashed
Their bloodstains on it shall be washed...
In water troughs would meet their eggs
And - guess the next - use my legs...
I never could be a lover
Of studies of their Larva:
A part of Africa's rude woes
Each gaped gutter that flows!
Not a sad chapter she might close
Or the day she does The End close.
Soon, they shall flood matters channel
To the formed five-man panel:
East Town's urgent need of good spade
That shall into big waters wade
And arrange useful bridge,
As one drowns and next is the fridge.
East's Generator to suck flood
Like mosquitoes would sleepers' blood
No Government's fast attention,
A sad picture's odd retention
Yes, pavements, too, at the junctions
Waters there need interruptions...
East's flood zones to face big tunnels
Or if you wish Trillion funnels
Some things you at last get
And still eyes with tears wet,
Others you scramble to get
And failing Shabby Anger let …
Have we each other met,
When our eyes had to be wet
And a need to Virulent Anger let?
I would without a licensing fret
Over a Denied Mosquito Net
And go ahead to with my life bet
That up I shall you set
For midnight mosquitoes in the forest
To on your flesh rest.
Silent attack - legs
When they kicked sheet off: price
Disturbed sleep - hunt for mosquitoes
lots of bugs inside
downside of summer - zeal to mate
Love has limits - end mates
entering my net
sing into my tranquil ears ---
Gregorian songs
17 March 2022
I
dear human, will you make healthy honey for me?
gather what there is in wildflowers, weeds, "thy enemy,"
JUST DO IT. If not, will you save my habitat. Signed: a bee
II
dear self-important, Type A personality, man or woman:
eliminate mosquitoes. Maybe 4,000 a night, 175 million
I do that in just 4o years. If u can't, try bat-education#
NOTE:
A single bat could eat 175 million mosquitoes in its average 40-year life.
www.thebatbox.com
"One of them can eat up to 1,000 of the other every hour! That's 12,000 per night! 4.3 million per year, even in a non-Leap Year! Some bats can live for around 40 years, meaning a single animal can eat 175 million mosquitoes in its life, right?"
The mosquitoes raid
The human's palms defend
Oh, it's too swift for
The palms that cannot fly
Slap, slap, slap
The palms got one
Oh, the palms too
are smeared with blood
This greedy mosquito
Full of human blood
Is too heavy to fly
How do gnats enter?
A million dollar question
Puzzles me till now
Brought preventives this and that
Closed all doors but of no use
A friend advised me
To lit a herbal dhoop stick
Smoke made me breathless
Smeared sticky balm, kept lights on
To get rid off but in vain
Swiveling their wings
Whining at our earlobes
Devilish music
Scratching bites makes much itching
No way- tucked from head to toe.
A Buggy Tanka Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
Date: 02-09-2021
PLACE : 4 th
in spicy Madras
mosquitoes target bite ass
night and day harass!
I applied some sticky cream
to deter their evil scheme!
early dawn herd buzz,
million flights of buggy curse,
park on my reverse!
my cream from castor oil farm,
trapped them like a magic charm!
they struggled to free
As I giggled with sheer glee
till one bit my knee!
in anger I swat it, swore
with my rump crushed many more!
so here is a tip,
use castor oil as chief whip!
go have a good trip,
my secret you may share, sell!
do not let bugs make life hell,
3rd Placement
written 28/08/21
A Buggy Tanka
M.L.Kiser sponsored
Tanka 5,7,5 ,7,7 - modified after update from sponsor.
Buzzing mosquito
Celebrates my arrival
With a nice big bite
Skin slathered with pesticide
Will mosses give me a break!
Favourite target
I'm like medium rare steak
Beyond endurance
Miniature vampires eat me
Calamine lotion on bites.
Initially, I wrote a piece that rhymed then when I re-read rules realised it was a Tanka the sponsor wanted. So here goes with my redundant piece....
Malicious mosquito is not my friend
Hatched to bite until their end
My skin slathered in pesticide
No place to go, nowhere to hide.
Calamine lotion on all my bites
Beginning to look an absolute fright
Have enjoyed sun now I'm cooked
Avoiding mirror just can't look.
Will bloody mosses give me a break
I'm favourite target, medium rare steak
Frustrated, miserable where is that plane?
Holiday in sun! No, never again.
Bugs
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Sponsored
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