Long Croaky Poems

A country of dreams has burst its rainbow at all ragged seams

In a state of affairs illusion of fusion and widespread delusion

The constitution hallucinates as night settles scores of deceit

Bereavement takes its toll in anger...

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*Secret love, two searching eyes*

I
The early morning's languorous mild sun 
Seemed jaded from a nightlong tiring jog, 
And liked dawn's dew-mixed mirth nor glee of smog,
Nor some stray passing clouds' hide-and-seek fun, 
Nor yet was...

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I love listening to Bach on late evenings, especially his flowing ‘Ave Maria’,
just as I like tuning in to Schubert’s ‘Ave Maria’, far too many Ave Marias!

Nothing compares to Beethoven’s ‘Moonlight Sonata', it’s simply beautiful;
George...

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I loved you, that is for sure
I hadn’t met someone quite like you before
Absolutely annoying in probably every way possible—
From your smile, your croaky voice, to the way your hands moved
Like a robot when you...

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I drank all of the brandy
I smoked every night till three
All because the man
Won’t come back to me

I talked online to an ex-boyfriend
I slept on the couch for a week
I cried and cried on the...

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Hello there?!
Hmm! Hmm! Hmm! Can you hear?
I guess my voice is fading
A result of living a few thousand centuries

I'll imagine you can
As far as you're Santa's fan
Now he sent to say
That he's doing well
Oh! Do...

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She squats and points,
her little face is all aglow.
Her smile is wide
She’s grinning ear to ear, you know.
She’s very pleased
at the discovery she’s made.
The little frog
is sitting frozen in the shade.
He knows that she
is his...

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Her silky hairs were shiny gold
The graceful face innocently glow
Half closed eyes, celestial and soft
The half parted lips twinkle a smile.

Face mirroring images of the mind
Swimming in her own dreamy world    ...

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1888 the year of terror and fear
throats slitted open from ear to ear

JACK THE RIPPER  preying on the road
He 's spooky and wears a black coat

In the evenings his skills paint red lace
so good...

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A FROG AND SNAKE TALE
Beneath a mirror pond,
lived a frog, with a magic wand,
sparkling under a starry sky,
watched by the moon, the golden eye,
reflecting the story,
of this frog's crafty glory.

"Croak,croak" from a green slimy cloak,
echoing...

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In a land of troubadours and song,
A young man dreamed he would belong,
With heart afire and passions strong,
He set out to join the throng.

He practiced every single day,
Learning scales and melodies to play,
And practiced singing...

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In the slushy bog, lived one speckled frog
He loved to have fun and didn’t wish to slog
Croaky Frog was his dear name
To travel and enjoy life was his aim
 
One day he set out, wearing...

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?
I was  down in Westminster the other night

and there I saw a most horrible sight.

I thought I saw a man without a head.

Cromwell? I asked, or a king long dead?




I then saw a dame...

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...Can you stop my 
tears?
Can you take away my 
fears?...

Everyday I cry
Everyday I try
To make a sense of it all
And see the height 
above the wall,
Yet I see nothing there
So I resume my crying 
here!...

Life...

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Nothing still have changed here in the world
The voice of streaming children in the morn
And the chirps of birds in the morning sun
Nothing still have changed, even after 449 years
That love is being both smile...

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Cool summer breeze hot body can console
But heavy winds can hummer the very soul
Not just the fury of wind but also its role
Not the usual one of spreading the seeds but one reminding us time...

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Just now the sun is set
Leaving behind a blank cloud
Then another scene evolves
Alerting the nocturnal world
To the clarion call
A world gloomily and dimly lit
For the brightness of albino’s lens
And the sharpness of bats’ and rabbits’...

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Hey kids watch out because now I'm here
You know with me you have nothing to fear

I'm the one who makes you laugh
When I get my toe stuck in the bath

I love to cook but I...

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Stop breathing so loud before I smother you dead.
Please go make coffee ... don't touch my head.
Jose Cuervo last night was my friend
but that relationship now must end.
No more tequila, no more Karaoke.
I can't seem...

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Crooked like an old olive tree
 Heavy from the many years
 Years of wisdom gathered onto his back
 Knowledge of what life can bring

 Age old sadness in those eyes
 Weathered by life's demise
 Beauty...

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Out of a hole near a pond so small,
A baby frog gives a croaky call.
But mama frog is nowhere around—
A snake lies waiting; dangers abound.

The baby frog peeks out of the hole—
It knows its fate—no...

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