Best Pollywog Poems

Way down yonder, beyond the barn,
In that soggy, muddy old bog,
In a small and crowded, murky pool,
Lived gloomy Tad, the pollywog.  
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Wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path of least resistance ohm my dog,
shocking voltage surges an emphatic YES, 
verboten fruit adrip with succulent juices as eggnog,
a legitimately...

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originally my intent to expound on memories 
   when paternal grandfather erode
out to said residence, and averse to expand horizons 
   asthma late mum didst goad
him (in vain) to commingle, find intelligent links 
   analogous to electronic signals communicating...

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“Son”...”say goodnight to grandpa”

Spurred by mother dearest 
as well as other politesse
drummed into her second born
fobbing blandishments as incentive
tumbled off fingers of prodigal son
tripped wordsmith to splutter forth
forthwith the following lines.

Back in the day 
quaint summertime of yore,
the following popular refrain reverberated
within hallowed halls of...

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Just me and mine shadow doth blog
passivity, the path of least resistance oh my dog,
an emphatic YES,
a legitimately valid reason and rhyme to flog
yours truly (figurative emasculation),
thee catchword to hog
immediate attention, 
see above named poem title

the best idea to expound upon,
while attempting creative juices to...

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In the world's biggest collection
of pogs, there is not one pog
As beautiful as my dog
Nor has there ever been a hog
As beautiful as my dog
Nor e'er a frog upon its log
Not even its youngest pollywog
As comely as my dog.

And so I make my dog eggnog
I...

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Serendipity, pollywog, persnickety, lemon, hog and peach
For these words I like to use I will give you six cents each.
Onward and upward, supercalifragelisticalidocious I like too.
Feldspar, polka dot, sapphire, nonsensical, jubilation to name a few.
Writing poetry gives me the opportunity to play other special words.
And...

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Self destructive wickedness arrested, convicted, and gaoled...

with kidnapping little boy 
ordered to suffer
life sentence without parole.

The deadly scourge of  
one obsessive/compulsive disorder
nearly left me starving to death.

Anorexia nervosa absent bulimia 
nadir of onset 
diagnoses schizoid personality disorder 
severe social anxiety still legion I aire
behavior...

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(hub bur rigid version.)

All la names bespeaking deity froom
     Noah Mo' Room India Arc
     of Covenant to Blood
     (sweat and tears) of
     San Gennaro devout wowed,
and/or Turin shroud
consonantly demonstrably,...

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How large that realm his mind dances in must truly be,
Tripping over own thoughts while wading through others.
Waist deep in screaming laughing unkind joyful humanity,
To love drowning within that midst of it all crowning him.

Once upon a time only a pollywog serfing through kingdom,
Then his...

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Still wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along outer limits of 
the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path 
of least resistance ohm my dog,
shocking voltage amply 
surges an emphatic YES, 
verboten fruit adrip 
with...

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Leaping Lizard™ was
 a frog that jump the high hurdles

while Paul Pollywog™  swims and wiggles
 ...can't run nor jump cuz' got no legs
 to jump with he juz spits, sips and giggles...

12/11/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©
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The prince cracked an egg and out came a frog
The princess showed some leg and became a pollywog
The king cut his hand and out came some gold
And the queen of the land just kept getting old
There's a dragon breathing heavy inside of a cave
And a...

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Well, a pollywog
is just a frog
who hasn’t any legs.

If he swims around a log
in the middle of a bog
that smells like rotten eggs,

and as soon as he can,
he hops out on the land
to get out of the dregs,

then I just have to ask,
take his momma...

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Into the Sturm und Drang fueled maelstrom

Otherwise titled – my poetic impressions of Helene

All la names bespeaking deity froom
Noah Mo' Room India Arc
of Covenant to crypt tick Blood
(sweat and tears) 
of San Gennaro devout wowed,
and/or Turin shroud
bullishly, consonantly, demonstrably, 
desperately, faintly, glumly,
yet plaintively, muttered aloud,
no...

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