Water Frog Poems

         Frog

Idiot fellow

Sorry crossing my hands
By touching the ear 
Reason for been a poet

It's a magic of...

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king frog came to watch her in the ballet
screamed his head off and clapped that day
the others had never seen him out of the water
the...

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Silent pond water,
A frog springs off a lily,
The ripples recede. 

The passing of time,
A drifting piece of plastic,
They gather many.
The dirty ditch of water,
Ignored by...

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The splash changed the course of the universe
as the fish startled in his round of the pond.
Why are you here? asked the fish.
I fell in,...

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Pinocchio was sitting on the water lilies wondering what to do
He had lied to so many people, and I mean quite a few…..
a frog came...

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Heaven splayed a sun so unassailable that it scorched the earth. 
Even the creek beds, dried with crackled skin, plead for rain.
Lost are the sounds...

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Sitting beside the pond
Enjoying the peace and quiet,
Listening to the sound of trees 
Swaying gently in the warm wind,
And the trickle of water tickling the...

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Whiz-bang the Frog

Whiz-bang the frog
 And Toodles the dragonfly
Sit by the pond
 Watching the caddisflies

They sing La Ti Da!
 They sing Fa La La!
And then...

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You’ve heard of Hamlin’s plague of rats, but let me share the tale
Of how an infestation struck the folk of Meadow Vale.
An army of amphibians...

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Sugar water
Coughed
No worm inside.
Frogs bellies are completely full.
Children ask for more.
Fiddle around some more.
Brushing off the tail.
Sweet slumber of heavy rain.
Sweet rain drips and drops.
Sugar...

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In the stillness of the night when it rains
Haven’t you listened to a funny chorus?
Cra…. Cra… Cra…. it goes on rough n’ raucous,
A ‘music’ coming...

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The bow would let out a groan
the big green frog sang baritone
we had great home cooked food
with stars for the best mood
heavenly nights at the...

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In a damp, bluesy club in the middle of the reeds
Two amphibious musicians gathered in the weeds
Stringed instruments of driftwood and canary grass
Played with webbed...

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A symphony in two part sound:
the fiddler and the frog
played echo in the fog,
a lovely analog.

Crescendoing as they redound,
with none to inhibit
the bow or the...

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Frisky frog forgot to bathe
So off he went, to the creek
Alone in the water, he decided
He’d be so clean, he’d squeak

Silly squirrel, scattered his nuts
Along...

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