Best Croak Poems
Silent as smoke, darkness descends;
while shadows merge and daylight ends.
For, summoned by a bullfrog's croak;
darkness descends, silent as smoke.
The Moon pools in ebony skies;
and gilded gold; She starts to rise.
One of the night's brightest jewels;
in ebony skies: the Moon pools.
Blue bleeds red from a dying sun,
a telltale sign that Day is done.
Inking crimson clouds overhead;
from a dying sun, blue bleeds red.
Signaling for love, fireflies flash,
as dusk settles like sooty ash.
Under the stars, twinkling above;
fireflies flash, signaling for love.
Frogs sing in Japan
too bad they croak in Tennessee
it's geography
There's an app that reminds you
Five times a day
Sends; you
Alerts
That you're going to die
Research shows
It makes us happier
Appreciate
Things more
I discussed this with colleagues
And suggested that
Rather than downloading the app
We could just go
Round the office
Tapping each other on the shoulder
And
Remind one another this way
Sadie on reception
Didn't seem happy about it
She's not
Talking to me now
wecroak.com
frogs croak louder
summer deepens into
the clay bank
I am a frog I live in a pond
The sea is too big for me
I like to relax upon a rock
Not busy like a bee.
You might find me sitting all alone
Just letting time pass by
And if your very patient
You might see me catch a fly.
You've probably heard me croaking
That's just to let you know
When your walking out at night
You wont step on my toe.
So put some water in your garden
And really look after me
I'll eat up all your nasty slugs
They are a delicacy.
Sir Gumpity Gump was a frog in a stump,
And he lived by a pond full of lilies,
And he wore rubber boots that were sloppy and loose,
But the other frogs thought he looked silly.
He hopped through the mud and he swam through the flood,
But his boots wouldn't keep out the water,
For they filled up inside and it halted his stride,
And they soaked up the flood like a blotter.
Young Croakity Croak was a frog with a coat,
That would keep him dry when it was raining,
But the coat didn't work when the water would squirt,
So, Young Croakity started complaining.
He spoke with Sir Gumpity; said it's not fair,
Getting wet through his coat when it's raining,
Said he needed some boots that were sloppy and loose,
And he kept on complaining, complaining.
Sir Gumpity figured he needed a coat,
For the boots didn't seem to be working,
So they traded right there and they thought it was fair,
But the weather got wetter and murky.
Now Gumpity Gump always hides in his stump,
For the coat doesn't keep out the water,
And young Croakity Croak has two feet that are soaked,
For his boots lap it up like a blotter.
If Trump were to croak, say, by choking on a slice of papaya,
how long before his ilk would see it as a heavenly sign and run it by a
biblical scholar who would then be given the imperative
to scour the Bible to come up with a plausible narrative
to prove that Trump's death was another example of a suffering messiah?
Mr. Pete Buttigieg
lost his edge
His early bird victory
turned to fledge
Croak, croak frog sang
drunkard heard, and was frightened
frog jumped on his back
I know he croaks, croaks and croaks.
Like a croaker on a rainy day he talks;
He croaks, and I hear his prolonged croak,
Yet why dry dung his throat does choke?
Croak! I know, his croaking is a flaw,
But another’s flaw now begins to glow;
Croak! Croak! I do hear his guttural croak,
Yet why dry dung his throat does choke?
Whizz… a bloodhound flies sky-bound.
There! a dead swan thuds on the ground;
A king a wanton archer inaptly does crown;
Aha! this man now proves king a clown.
This piece is based on a tale in which a king hired a wanton archer to sling cow dung balls into his minister's/advisor's mouth, for king despised him for talking too much.
*5th Place* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 1, 2020)
Oct. 2, 2020
"The Unexplained" Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
An Indomitable Appetite for Coke
And unstoppable Eater of Egg’s Yolk
Now a full-time Vodka Folk
Who’d a lot of Junk stoke
And keep cracking the oddest jokes;
A way of fighting his scary yoke:
Laughter, twitters and A Toad’s Croak?
Merry tears would his eyes soak
And only last night into a song broke
That poor me rudely awoke …
And I was dying to hit The Bloke
But-Lo!-for minutes freeing cigarette smoke
And pausing to his right ribs poke
And walrus moustache stroke …
From Soft Drinks to The Strong
Dead to pleas to take same as wrong.
Webbed lip toadies,
their tongues do do stink of lies
As they leapfrog from excrement places
that do do attract flies
Brown tongue toadies,
their sticky web of dysentery deceit
stinks of foul breath duplicity
For they do do double dip in
toilet ponds of diaphragm dishonesty
Croak manure truth be 100-proof landfill speech
He has great expectations and dreams
They are to be accomplished
Blockades and obstacles are to be dispersed
He is smarter than his wisdom and effort
He forces his way through
Pushing down, kicking and stepping
He is a man, a frog that cannot jump
But used to walk
But tries to jump like a frog
He always changes his party and loyalty
Anyway he is better than a toad
Which just likes to croak
But he is better than a tadpole
Which is still young with little experience
And no chance to jump
However I am hestitate to vote
And don't know what symbol
To choose, to cross and to be loyal to
I'm just an old folk
So ignorant and innocent to politics all this time
And used to believe that
Only frog can jump vigorously
Finally Will Croak
Until the last day when I finally will croak,
My ego should always continue to stroke;
As an appetizer,
Love cats that purr,
And enjoy being around friendly folk.
Jim Horn
There once was a cocky male frog
Who met a cute toad on a log
She thought he said “Ribbit”
In fact, he said “Rub it”
Now he’s belly-up in the bog.