My aunt Pat sewed one for me
She loved my aunt Louise
Neither of them were aunts to me
The frog full of corn still dangles
over a trophy for a marathon of mine
I didn’t win or remember,
but I hope she is remembered more
than what she left me
when I was too young
to see that frogs
and being
are more than uncooked corn
This heart keeps beating
even when I tell it to stop
You deserve more than corn
I cannot count your kernels
to match your character
but I will try for longevity here
while lines match
the strenuous longevity
of my limited kernels;
vocabulary
He plops on a lily pad
like it’s a cushy spa chair,
wiggling his knobby green toes
and announcing to no one,
“Must be time for a mani/pedi.”
He uncaps the polish,
a shade called Pink Swampy Chic~
and paints each stubby digit
with the concentration of a surgeon
and the vanity of a bullfrog
who knows he’s a looker
if only in his own mind.
By the time he’s done,
the pond is shimmering
with reflections of ten tiny fuschia toes
and a frog who believes
beauty is mostly attitude
and a steady hand.
Let go of some talks
Not all talks are talks
You can't swim
More than a frog
Stop showing off
Because you can't
Have it all
Everyone got what they lack.
Don't take some walk
Not all walks are walks
Some you might not return
You can't be brighter
Than Sirius
You're just a minus
Because you'll die one day.
You can't flock with all
Let go of some folks
You can't tell the time
More than the clock
Base on our programming
You live with
What you have or know.
FROGS
trigger
remembrance
cute collectibles
remind me how to stay
one leap ahead of the snake.
“FROG spells Fully Rely on God”
Love me because I am all green.
Love me because I am slimy.
Love me because I love water.
Are you answering with a yes?
You must be a boy loving frogs.
Are you saying no frogs for me?
You must be a girl with a cat.
Frogs are boys fun friends to play with.
curiosity
catches the frog in mid action
jumping on small rock
cunning little frog
jumps one pad at a time
floating downriver
One frog, two frogs, three
Climbing up the lush green tree
Do they feel alone?
a frog who looks
as if he could touch the sky
stretching out his tongue
The little frog hopped on a
slippery stone,
He sat in the sun all
completely alone,
Then splashed in the water to
find his way home.
i was a frog who wanted to be king
until i realized i couldn't even sing
a songbird shrilled
"you're only a croaker out of tune"
still i stood on my stump with a tortured smile
croaking my heart out all the while
i dreamed of being a stand-up crooner
a swamp-side sinatra maybe a little sooner
the crickets laughed
the herons one-legged stared
every fragile dream i swallowed
sat inside me
broken and unprepared
the wart-filled toad spat from his lily pad
"you’re stretching your skin boy
settle into the scum"
i carried an empty pond inside
where a thousand thorny dreams went to die
the audience left
the moon went home
a cold blue screen spit its light onto the scum
unthinking
no one returned my croak
i died a little every time i tried
my face looked back from the pond
mud-covered
wart-covered
ugly
my reflection looked away
all it could do was cry
today the water settled
the mud claimed the surface
when i looked down
there wasn’t even a frog
left to die
When Mary had found her frog
With her lamb and cute sweet dog
She was happy to stay home
No more hankering to roam.
Years past and Mary left home
She got a place of her own
Not far from mom and pappy
Her and the pets were happy.
They lived on contentedly
Till Mary met her guy Bradley
At first she thought he was very nice
Then found he was the bane of her life.
All her pets would have to go
Before they wed, Bradley said so
Mary cried and knew that it wasn't fair
If he loved her, he'd be happy to share.
Mary told Bradley to leave her free
To live and love again happily
Angry he was and took all her pets
And left them at the local vets.
Mary was distressed inside herself
Said she'd happily stay on the shelf
That if one day she was asked to marry
It wouldn't be to a man named Bradley.
that raven is always there
rain, sun, wind, sleet, hail, fog
especially fog; he seems to love fog
I stared in the direction of the crypt
it is not always the same raven I said
How do you know?
they have been watching over Poe’s crypt
since his death, and that was a long time ago.
It couldn’t be the same raven
right?
in all of the magical bogs in Mystical Valley
there resides a Wizard Frog whose name is McNally
McNally keeps his ideas to himself, and acts silly sometimes
But the rest of us know he can out-magic-all of the nines
The nines refers to the coven of witches up on the hill
Their magic can turn you into a lamp or moonshine still
McNally’s gifts are held secret by those of us who want to live
But he is more powerful than the rest, said my cousin Miv.
Mary had a little frog
She took him with her to school
Teacher said he can't come in
For it is against the rules.
Mary said he's no bother
That frog is eager to learn
Though it did seem rather odd
He’s a star, she did confirm.
So teacher said frog could stay
If he promised not to croak
And wouldn’t go jumping lessons
Because that would be no joke.
Mary's frog was fine as gold
At school, at work and at play
Doing just as he was told
Till the bell rang end of day.
The bell scared frog near to death
He croaked with eyes a-bulging
Went hopping o’er all the desks
The kids found that amusing.
Teacher chased him out the room
Mary was in floods of tears
Couldn't find him anywhere
Her frog simply disappeared.
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