Bog Poems - Poems about Bog

Future is always veiled in a fog, With lights guiding through life's dark bog....

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marshy mossy fly fuzzy crowding cattails green bulldog croaking music in the bog evening buzzes and humming wild things aboard...

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in a barnyard pen sits a happy hog bullfrogs in a blizzard bog dense and daring grayish fog a curious machine with a metal cog a summertime yip from a happy dog going on a jaunty jubilant jog black ants sliding on a wet log chef includes New Years eve eggnog love to rhyme hog fog bog cog and dog...

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When he was born his Daddy knew he would need certain things to maintain and operate the place within a means that was suitable for people to remain within a said budget they would create. We piled fourty seven dump truck loads of sawdust and ash into a ten watery pits. we sprayed them down (Added sawdust, wood ash, and algae aluminum...

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Step into reason The quicksand of mind The harder you struggle The deeper the slime The deeper the slime The harder you fight The sun further distant Consumed — by the night (Dreamsleep: May, 2024) ...

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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. ...

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daddy daughter dance is in full swing every daughter feeling her daddy is the king the bog is lit with frisky fireflies, the air is full of zing the frog princess’s heart does a wild ding-a-ling her daddy is surveying, jumps down with a ring swirls her and twirls her, his princess Whilaming a night to remember, every single terrific thing terrific...

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They sat on a bog log. eating some hot lunch. And when it was all gone plugged their axes into a stump. Frog says to fiddler. I won't let it go, son. Seventy-one years old it's on a long run. Fiddler says yeah man. but we're not alone. Mustard on a bug in G, Rock N Roll. Entered in the frog and the fiddler contest. Sponsored By: Craig...

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I was once told a story, of the wee folk of Bensham Bog; they live in carved mushroom houses that are shaped like bullfrogs and they ensure the survival of creatures there. They travel in petrified skins of bananas and are rarely ever seen yet, they mix all of the peat moss and propagate trees....

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Time is a sieve through which everything slips what once mattered rendered meaningless as our lifeblood drips onto the clay creating a muddy bog that in our well worn boots we wearily slog like tired Tommies in the trenches waiting with bated breath for the shrill sound of the officer's whistle to pierce the fusty fetid air and send...

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Sky squeezes wet clouds and showers drip through fingers and drop on earth’s grip. Drops peer through nerve ends to starving earth’s soul; soul fills in and crust moistens and drops slip on her skin. Brooks fill in, fields spill; canals feel thrilled; crabs bounce, fish pounce and cranes feel chilled; trees bend their heads, their hands and their arms; sap...

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in trenches of fear submerged breathless for glory - mud medals and God 30th January 2020...

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"Bloodbath in the Bog" Bloodbath in the Bog Leeches go down hard on turtles fattened egos in a feeding frenzy agitated mosquitoes land on the slime to take a taste grinning hares race each other out the gates wasting life and time smoking the green grass eating all the pretty flowers (LadyLabyrinth/2020) "Edible Flowers" / Finn Brothers https://youtu.be/UY8xoSERti4 “But looks can be deceptive and that sweet looking...

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I took a hike in Bramble Bog, and reveled in the croaking frogs; the singing crickets and river song, were lovely, so I whistled along. By the river, on a great cypress branch, upon which, I chanced to glance, sat a bull and two young elves; they were doing something swell! Clearly, I’d walked into a peculiar land; elves and bull behaved like...

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When Sunday dinner is through There’s something you must not do Don’t flush Yorkshire Pudding It could cause bad flooding In toilets - wee paper or pooh! Inspired by story on Sky News - you know me guys I just couldn't turn down the opportunity to do a limerick! 2/24/19...

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