LEAP YEAR
It only comes every four years
even though frogs can leap any time
this for some is a inconvenience
especially when the pear trees are dormant
But it’s welcome every time it comes
regardless of drum playing bums who
never even try to hum favorite tunes
out where writes in runic wearing wet tunics
Leap Year is supposed to be unusual
because it’s more rare than grilled snakes
this for a true survivalist might actually be
steaks grilled over a rake
There
Is a "leap" story,
But there is no leap..
The leap belongs
To the separate one
And there isn't one..
But the story
May be interesting
And may resonate...??????
Jake you were an alley cat,
Beautiful and tabby as you strutted by,
Your fur so velvety soft to the touch,
But you didn't like that petting, well not to much,
Things always on your terms, the poor butterflies were your favorite prey,
As you hid amongst the tall green ferns, your tail would twitch going to and fro,
Then you would leap fast and high like a well aimed arrow,
But your gone now and I miss your grace,
And seeing your golden eyes shining in your tabby face.
Five little frogs hopped
down to the lake,
To see what a splash their
webbed feet could make.
The biggest from jumped
With a terrible bound,
And scattered the lily pads
all way around.
While the rest swam away
without making a sound.
All alone in the world
Things can only get better
Abandoned by family and friends
You will prevail in the end
Battle back and jump aboard
Place yourself in the hands of the Lord
He will guide and protect you
~ Select for you the perfect chord
a quick leap, a pounce,
her paws catch a gentle bird
my eyes with tears flounce.
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moonlight on wet stones~
the frog's leap shatter's silence
ripples kiss the shore.
To run, to leap, when others
Once dropped, catching breath
Drag them, chased by Death.
Among the many privileges
Granted whom anew
Grateful their lives view.
Most of them call it a mistake
To go back to the one that I pushed away
But if 'the one' is really You,
I like to call it a leap of faith
Since the day
you became a news story,
I've been wondering
how long you spent
pondering the pavement.
Wondering
what thoughts oscillated
through your racing brain
in competition with your heartbeat.
Wondering
if you envisioned
flickering projections of memories
you can't rest with.
Wondering
just how it feels to be
a magnitude against the interstate
as gravity chalks a body's outline into the earth
Wondering
who could be the culprit in this case?
You were just a victim of blunt-force;
caution taped into an unclaimed crime scene.
Wondering
if you jumped in spite of joy
if being alive is to expand your lungs in full exhale
if being dead is to put an end to restlessness
Wondering
what emotion is present as you
leap.
It takes a leap of faith
To be faithful and sleep
Don't leap at any creep
Don't leap at someone cheap
A leap of faith I took
Left vows in Papa's "Book"
Forgot the vows I took
I took a second look
A leap without the "Book"
I crept...She slept...I wept!
DANCER'S LEAP
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on tiptoes light, a dancer spins,
in every leap, a new world begins,
grace and poise in harmonious blend,
telling tales without words, messages send.
Yesterday you lied
Yesterday you cried
Yesterday you wish you died
Today you sit
Today you quit
Today you have no wit
Tomorrow you keep
Tomorrow you weep
Tomorrow you may even leap
Take my hand
I insist
Don’t resist
Let’s persist
Together we’ll band
Together we’ll stand
Together we’ll never land
With those who
want to test the waters,
and yet have no wish
to get their feet wet,
but wait to have their cake
(and eat it too)
handed to them on a plate,
I will neither split hairs
and pick nits
nor reason or debate
(or tear their thoughts to bits)
and yet,
if they're going to 'fly',
(jump to a conclusion)
either do it or don't,
as Yoda said, 'There is no try,'
I may not agree,
but it's not up to me,
and can only advise,
should they desire
to self-defenestrate ASAP,
'Take the first window of opportunity.'
Written: March 25, 2025, for contest sponsored by Constance La France
Quote: Spring is for concepts and projects, and autumn is a second spring where each leaf is a rose. By Poet
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In the misty dawn, above the shimmering pane,
a gossamer haze swirls, poised for a vibrant leap.
With hawthorn heralding its velvety seep,
birds glorious melodies are mellifluous and plain.
Vortex winds blow over the thawed ground,
as life's poetry boldly finds its voice.
In every way, a magnificent renewal to rejoice!
For the whisper of bloodroot knows no bounds.
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