Long Bullfrog Poems
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Two little kittens and a very big dog
Gazed at the creature that was sitting on a log
It looked a little slimy and it really wasn’t spiny
So, you can’t mistake a bullfrog for a hedgehog…
No, you can’t mistake a bullfrog for a hedgehog.
One little kitten said, “Please tell me who you are.”
The creature said, “The question that you ask me is bizarre,
For one lives under bushes and the other in a bog,
So, you can’t mistake a bullfrog for a hedgehog….
No, you can’t mistake a bullfrog for a hedgehog.”
The dog said, “Well I’m still not sure, could you remind me please?”
The creature said, “My skin is green and I cannot get fleas,
So though I do eat worms and slugs by moonlight or in fog,
You can’t mistake a bullfrog for a hedgehog…
No, you can’t mistake a bullfrog for a hedgehog.”
The other kitten said, “Did you come from a witch’s wand?”
A hedgehog yelled, “His skin has warts from living in a pond,
I saw him hop this morning from the pond across the road,
And you can’t mistake a hedgehog for a toad…
No, you can’t mistake a hedgehog for a toad!”
Wistful ferns, mossy stumps, crumbling
Rotting away, hesitating…
Beneath the shadows of old oaks,
Weathered gray coats, skin
Wrinkled and archaic, ancient
Wise as the liquid voice of creeks
Sighing and breathing out
Echoes of peace, serenity, grace
Praising with the stream of inspiration
Flowing, whispering over smooth stones
Colored in earthy browns, coffee
Auburn like the leaves in the autumn
Playful monarchs loiter near wildflowers
Soundless, still songs dancing
Waltzes of wonderful, wonderous, wonder
Motioning to the silence, gesturing
In rhythms of brilliant wings, graceful
Murmuring blessings across the green carpet
Heartfelt joy painting the thoughts
In laughter from the peaceful winds
Alive like the words of a bullfrog
As it croaks its way across the edge of a pond
Bringing life to the summer, grumbling
Appreciation into the sunlight’s bold fervor
Kindling passion from the spirit
Roaring with imagination, fulfillment
Moonlight softens the night
Sharing its home with the twinkling stars
As they shimmer through the sky
Sparkling like glitter, glistening and promising
Hesitating across the heavens, tossing
Rays of affection to the darkness
Ebbing and flowing with nocturnal blessings
Nature’s personality, wild, welcoming
Brings the soul a sweetness
That is only grown from genuine nurturing
Nourishment of sun and rain, dew
Softly kissing petals on the morning after
Moonlight turns to a lemony sun
Erasing the dark with a heavy hope
Anticipation of the moment when spring
Turns to summer – summer to autumn,
Autumn to winter and winter to spring…
Awaiting the moment when the new
Bursts quietly, calmly, through the past
To change everything to fresh, original
Alert and energetic – promise of the future!
Listen to the breathes of praise…
Lifted on the tongue of nature’s gentle voice!
The harvest moon rises, the old bullfrog croaks
And a cricket crescendo takes wing
And how the wind howls through the old broken oak
In a feeble attempt to sing
When autumn arrives, or when autumn leaves
When all seems to be as it should
Those soft-spoken memories are heavy this eve
As we wander off into the woulds
Let us stroll through the slanted gold sunlight
And over that mossy stone wall
But what if we find there is no other side
And what if we fall through the fall?
When it’s October, or when it’s Oct-over
When it seems we’ve done all that we could
November remembers the stories we told her
When we wandered off into the woulds.
The 11-winged horse
Ate cupcakes through the night.
Growing up my father
Telling me, "I love you."
The bullfrog won a 3rd term
As leader of the free world.
My mother lost her temper
And grabbed me hard by the arm.
Young unicorns sat behind booths
Outside groceries selling horn scout cookies.
My older brother used words
That me me feel good about myself.
Jellybean waterfalls.
Me knowing how cars work.
Talking dandelions spouting
Pollen with every breathe.
Me hugging my sister
Murmuring genuine praise.
Heart-shaped clouds
Drizzling raspberry lemonade.
Me never being afraid.
the faerie flew into the swamp landing with a splat
what was that? Asked a bull frog, his voice a bit flat.
I think it’s a damselfly, stated an enchanted cattail.
Oak tree rolled his eyes; he recognized his friend, Gale.
It is Gale, the faerie, she comes to see us in the fall.
No one was over excited except the bullfrog named Paul.
She is sitting on MY lily pad, he stated, sounding irritated.
You can have another one, the smiling faerie stated.
She was a libber, and a believer in finders keepers.
Besides, she was comfortable here, with these peepers.
She had flown a long way; she was ready for a well earned rest.
The bullfrog was fearful, her claim he dared not contest.
Here is the sad tale of the moronic bullfrog king
He may be royal, but he is a ding-dong-ding-a-ling.
He cannot tie his shoes, drive a car or even sing.
Whistling is out, he is a lackadaisical old thing.
He has a name, but he does not answer to it.
For he does not remember it day-to-day, not one bit.
Majestic maids and butlers are much smarter than he.
He does not even hit the toilet when he takes a …..
He has no friends, but his court is always full.
People can steal his riches with a tug and a pull.
For he does not notice as they grab his watch.
No robbery there ever had even one small botch.
Lickety-split here he comes, so pretend to bow.
He will either ride in on a donkey, pelican or cow.
He is the oddest bullfrog king we have ever had.
And this was all said by his mom and dad.
There was a young Aussie called Billy
An ant attached and bit the end of his willy
made him holler and dance
all these ants invaded his pants
His swearing and cursing for miles was heard very shrilly
She began to twist in contortion
Her legs now a state misproportion
her neck it did crack
she fell out of her sack
Now moves about with much caution
Every morning took off for a jog
One day got stuck in a bog
how does one now get out
for help a desperate shout
Eventually hopped out transformed here as a bullfrog
A young man supplied equipment for sport
To a local nearby family squash court
a girl a mis-hit on one of his balls
to the floor with much laughter she falls
In pain he declares this squash game with danger is fraught
A demure young lassie called Jilly
Owned a beautiful black and white filly
The last ride was a farce
horse bucked Jilly's flat on her ass
In a landscape that's rocky and hilly
Then a long came Billy the Bonk
A left hook had injured his conk
in bed with another man's wife
took off for the flight of his life
All the geese in observance let out a boisterous honk
A blonde affectionately known as Annie
Her desire for love is uncanny
all her clothes she did shed
too much time in her bed
She's now known as overworked Fanny
footnote Sack a colloquial term for bed in Australia
Ethereal shadows impress themselves
upon upon stone walls.
Beneath the bridge,
a river rolls upon his journey;
miles of crystal crests,
collecting unpublished stories
he and friends will enjoy.
Among the many stories,
footpath pebbles trod upon by
history’s children;
mostly unknowns living
solitary lives of struggle and heartbreak.
Leaves catch a ride on a wave,
as they flit from their trees
on a engaging afternoon breeze.
A broken tree branch,
with offspring may take a swim today;
if the swifter winds
decide to challenge it.
A few mosquitoes or flies
will hitch a ride on the back of a bullfrog;
trying to enjoy the show.
A doe stops to take a long drink
of this cool, embracing life force;
not fazed by the bridge walkers.
These are Nature’s stories,
whispers only the water hears
as it gathers them for its
ocean-bound anthology;
oh, the wondrous tales marine life
will share when it’s finally read;
sacred.
A furry little caterpillar
Crawled onto my knee
He turned into a butterfly
And landed in a tree
Beside him was a humming bird
Sucking pollen from a rose
When down fell an inchworm
That landed on my nose
A little baby bunny rabbit
Hopped onto my lap
When I started petting him
His ears began to flap
A big fat bullfrog
Jumped on the table
I asked, "Can I help you down?"
He said, "Ribbit... I am very able!"
I came across a rooster
Sitting on a fence
A sign said "you can pet him
For only fifty cents"
As I peeked into a sty
I heard a great big thud
I saw the three little piggy's
Rolling in the mud
I looked up in the sky
And I saw a lonesome goose
I whistled "where are you flying to"
He replied. "to visit Dr. Seuss
August 16, 2018
Poem by charles messina
I added fourth stanza
The judge told the man, “You’re accused
By all of those that you abused.
You’re too touchy feely,
You touch and feel freely
And all of them feel they’ve been used.”
The man cleared his throat, then he spoke
But all that came out was a croak
He coughed and he spluttered
But nothing got muttered
It sounded as though he might choke
The judge said, “Are there mitigations
For your regular deviations
For touching two teachers
And one or two preachers
And, with my wife, having relations?”
The man cleared his throat once again
His voice cackled like an old hen
He just couldn’t speak
It could take a week
His lawyer requested a pen
The judge said, “It only gets worse,
You fondled a man in a hearse
It’s really quite shoddy
To grope a dead body
To decency you are a curse.”
The man tried to write a quick note
He coughed and he wheezed as he wrote
He struggled for breath
Like he was near death
Or had a bullfrog in his throat
The judge said, “Speak up at the double
You sound like you’ve gargled with rubble
As a means to an end
Suck a Fisherman’s Friend.”
The man said,,, “I’M IN ENOUGH TROUBLE!”