Best Hopping Poems
A Hopping Kangaroo
What on top of home is attached;
How about a roof that is thatched?
And was always hard when I drew
A picture of a hopping kangaroo.
Not only that, it is very true
If someone can do it, how about you.
If with you I were to have a bout,
I wonder how the picture would turn out
Or should it be done outside in,
And off my nose, would never take any skin.
Finally, if of a poem made a double entry
What would it be that is elementary
To remove one which will be no more
And write another, what am I waiting for.
How do I remove a double entry of a poem?
Jim Horn
a hopping rabbit
on the morning grass...
mauled dewdrops
© kash poet
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Placement: 3rd;(Nov. 2011)
Contest:Animal haiku
Sponsor:Debbie Guzzi
After election party-hopping is prohibited
Now come the complains and slanders
Gone the frog comes the toad
Bet is no more bet
Defeat is still far away to be admitted
Hustle and bustle carries on after election and sworn in
Maybe settle scores at an opportune moment
Maybe democracy is challenged
Where's justice
Maybe this is the new way of life
There once was a rabbit named Bunny.
Who's true disposition was sunny.
Till one day she found out.
When she started to shout.
Not too many thought she was funny.
as quickly as i thought
I decided to write
making my words be a beacon
for the soul within
screaming for the chance to
make its presence felt
quietly the world nods
acknowledging my attempt of fame
i'm as big as Saturn
but as far as Pluto
how soon will i get to Earth....or even Mars?
(smile)
The Hopping Toad Nursery Rhyme
As I was walking down the road
I saw a lumpy, bumpy toad.
He looked to the left
And then the right
Then hopped his way back home alright,
Hop, hop, stop, hop,
Hop your way back home
Hop hop stop, hop,
Hop your way back home.
21st April 2021
The freight train puffs a veil of smoke into the night.
The iron rails rumble.
Be still.
Now.
There it is, the engine's call, fading
To the distance.
Between shadows, a lean figure grips tight to the rolling steel,
His pack worn low on his back, and now he's gone
Wholly, into the night.
I stand alone by the coal yard, I do not dare speak
Or move.
I listen.
The train bends away into its own darkness,
And I lean toward mine.
EPILOG
to
ISLAND HOPPING
By
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
I’ll meet my old fellow travelers soon, any day
They may not recognize me now that I’m aged and gray
They are still young and vibrant, asking what did we miss?
Weddings, children, graduations an endless list
The chilling wind, snow on the lawn on a wintry day
Smelling the flowers, searching for eggs on a spring day
Sitting in the bleachers, lemonade on a sultry summer day
The plethora of colors of the leaves on an autumn day
You didn’t miss the events that were destined for you
Man’s continuing INSANITY stole them all from you
CHURCH HOPPING CHRISTIANS MOVING FROM SANCTUARIES TO SANCTUARIES
searching,
churching,
perching,
lurching,
In my soul, searching churching ease;
Perching, lurching sanctuaries;
For Contest: WRITE ME A TYBURN
SPONSOR: Kim Rodrigues
2/1/18
~Geared for island-hop, boat's wheeldrive jams but spares us--from coming rainstorm
When Plans Don't Go to Plan Contest
For Silent One 8/25/2020
the robin hops and
glides over grasses early
morn waiting to part
head bobbing neck stretch
take of the wet silky worm
robin slurps worm up
6/11/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
there once was a cook kangaroo
who escaped an animal zoo
but a bread bubble gin
did fortunately win
head chef at a circus revue.
Let me know
when you are leaving
for a day away
in Eleuthra
The Exuma Cays
Long Island
or The Berry Islands
so we can bask away
in some fun in the sun and sea
like pirates, mermaids and sailors
we love to drink
and wink
so mw and friends begin
and none stopping
we go
BAR HOPPING
Jumping hopping twist twist twist
Run Run Run Splash Splash Splash
Mud puddle!
Wow!
Score!
Hi Mr. T and Mrs. W.
Happy day! Want a turn?
Jump Jump Jump Splash Splash Splash
Best day ever!
Rain on my birthday!
I cannot wait for my party.
We will jump all over these puddles
And make mud pies and throw them at the dog.
Come here Mr. Fluffy Pants!
Laugh Laugh Laugh
Best birthday ever!
Being five is great!