Long Everglades Poems

I WISH I WEREN’T A FROG
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



I wish I were a frog sunning myself on a lily pad
No cares or worries to drive me mad or sad
I’ll  play it cool, wait for insects...

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You want a poem my dear damsel
abruptly I start this off beat for you still
after all these illustrious years
turn my heart into a robotic puppy
I curl up next to your feet wanting to be petted
to...

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I've been doin' time, sittin in this jail cell for too long.
Yea, I made mistakes because I was headstrong
when I killed Isabelle, but it's what she deserved.
She ran off with my coke and money. That...

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The wrapes of Grath adorn the path that slammer klingks had tread
when turning spades in everglades to flosticate the dead.
Along the way the snorbels bay at freebled sprutelned
that boogeymen had once again uphove above the...

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No one seemed to take much note at first.
Old-timers on park benches passed a comment or two,
Somebody wrote a letter to the local rag,
but no one (who mattered, that is)
really seemed to mind.
Of course, you...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXVII

IF ever I had a country proud of its wall-less porous boundary

And if ever by no mistake of the Supreme High Command of the International Militaro-Business Conspiracy I...

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Whispers of Lace

Arms folded; He sits.  A grandfather clock ticks it's way to a song,  in a lonely 
room. 

It had taken ten years and thirty-five days to get to this place. ...

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In the land of sunshine and sandy shores,
Where palm trees sway and seagulls soar,
There lies a state with a troubled past,
A place where prejudice was cast.

Florida, a jewel in the Southern crown,
But beneath its beauty,...

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A seed in the wind
By Charlie E Thomas Jr.


Having fallen from a fruitful tree of love and bliss: I'm a seed in the wind, waiting to be held by the soft soils of 
the earth....

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He is now a band of sky, 
a bird, a cloud, a stream of blue 
drifting by in midafternoon,
a dragonfly, a butterfly, a ray of light dancing by, 
a sheet of loose paper floating in...

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They’re laying down the rules; and don’t you be a drag
Claiming they are not the douche; but are they perhaps the bag?
Does pretension breed contention; and do their restrooms surely smell;
And when they look to...

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In the land where sunshine's eternal embrace,
Where golden rays paint the celestial space,
I dwell in a haven, an enchanting sight,
In the land of dreams where dreams take flight.

I live in beautiful Florida, where skies embrace...

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America 
By: Tom Wright
1/28/99

America, so beautiful
what does she mean to me?
Foremost, I can worship God,
in a land where I'm free.

A land where opportunities,
exist within my reach.
I'm free to pick and choose at will,
holding office, or...

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Yesterday sent its regards in a farewell
letter, 
A gesture of fate intact, sealed for the 
departed,
Or better yet, the progressive harmonies
of God, such as we are. 

It was perhaps the plot of the universe, 
When...

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Do not mess with Mama Bear; leave her cubs alone
Or the life you place in peril, could well be your own.
Papa Bear can be ferocious and attack, this is true,
But Mama Bear will do damage...

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Madame Mistress, ebonies princess,
Southern comforts golden jewel,
A golden beauty down south does dwell.
She hides many secrets beneath her,
Glittering mask of mystery's mystic spells.
A dark priestess is this Cajun queen,
Black widows magic women,
Known as Ms. New...

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My first new poem presented on my return, composed 3 am , this morning.


PALLIATIVE

Gasping beauty of Life, Love and Nature's treasures
Dawn and its promise, given in fullest measures
An ancient oak spreading out wide to give...

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Forget that first glimpse of the tower of Pisa.
The glorious colorful tulips in their beds at
Keukenhoff Gardens in springtime.
The Eiffel tower blinking in the darkness.
The Grand Canyon gilded at sunset.

The wandering mist from the power...

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Life is a series of fleeting adventures…we never truly know what’s in store
as each day we add new adventures to the ones we’ve had before.

We sold our little camper yesterday…she is tiny, white and blue
her...

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You can almost swim across large parts of Florida, swim and
walk a few steps and then plunge again into the cool sexual
embrace of yet another blue swimming pool.
You can almost cross the peninsular of Florida...

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The deep South has a lot of swamp creatures. The South's got alligators, some frogs, live catfish, bugs (flies, e.g.), and stuff. These here parts have been a part of these Southern United States of...

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To the north are the gators 
Growling “see you later” 
Then going south 
Playing French quarters with their mouth 
“We love our Hurricanes
And bit coin games 
Hitting the table 
Making a basket if able 
And...

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who is that strange pilot? Why is he not in the cockpit?
Naomi tried to stifle her six-year-old son’s shrill voice
although psychic herself, she did not broadcast it in ‘72
he keeps fading away, Tommy said. what...

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Florida Everglades Wind by Mark Mazzarella



Trolling over the deep backwaters of the Everglades, 
turtles snapped and alligators sunned on banks, still as statues. 
The lush landscape was quiet except for the occasional 
splash of a...

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My mother did not know what hit her when she agreed to travel with me
She had forgotten that I can transmogrify folks, so it is cheaper you see.
So I zapped her with my wand, and...

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