Long Frog Poems
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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
Sweet images of angels and friends
Dancing and clapping their little hands.
Heaven showers petals, snowy, red-
Pink, rose, blue, violet and yellow.
A deer and a calf brisk on the lawn
Love birds chirping to their steps.
A peacock dances with feathers spread
Parrots in flocks tune their tongues
While playful rabbits flapping their ears
A frog croaks short croaky croaks.
The angels touch their tiny hands
With each touch two wings were grown
Each wings shine, jewels and gems
And the angels take them to the stars.
The glittering stars in glee hug the kids
Gifting aplenty shiny jewels to each
Kissing their dimpled cheeks so sweet
As the moon showers its snowy rays.
With lots of joy this fleet flew around
As the birds flew to join their songs
A sweet fragrance of milk and honey
The air so cool and flowers all around.
As the rooster blew its alarm so loud
The little kid’s lids flickered to a wake
And wondering where the angels gone
She back to slumber clinging to her mom
. THE. SCORPION AND THE FROG.
There once was a frog named Jesus Christ
And a Scorpion named Mohamed Wahhabi
One day the Scorpion named Mohamed came
to a pond but could not swim, so he could not cross
So he asked the frog named Jesus Christ
If he would carry the Scorpion across the pond
Jesus the frog said yes
But only if you agree not to sting me..
Mohamed Wahhabi the Scorpion agreed
not to sting the frog.
So the frog generously agreed to carry
.Mohammad Wahhabi he Scorpion across the pond,..
but half way across the Mediterranean pond
.... Mohamed the Scorpion stung Jesus the frog...
, Why did you do that Jesus the frog asked, we will
Both drown and die..
Muhammad Wahhabi the Scorpion said
. Jesus Christ... It is in my nature to sting and kill ...
(c) London F. BuSS.2025
Said Bashful Billy
To this pretty filly
"Can I give you a peck on the cheek?"
Said the pretty filly
To Bashful Billy
"Yes, but first there's something I seek!"
Well, Bashful Billy
Really had no clue
What this young filly was asking for
So he whipped out a frog
From his colourful togs
Said, "If that's not enough, I have more!"
"No! No! Silly Billy!
That's not what I mean
I want you to do magic for me!"
"It is told you can bake
A great Birthday Cake
While balancing a cup of hot tea!"
"Well, yes if you wish
So then may I kiss
The tender young cheek that I yearn?"
"Well, not quite so fast
There's a thing I must ask
That you teach me a trick I may learn!"
Well Billy agreed
To teach this young filly
A trick he knew she would love
With a wave and a shake
Of his magical cape
A pink cloud came down from above
The two were hidden
The young filly was smitten
Bashful Billy had won her dear heart
He gets all the kissing
He'd always been missing
They're together nevermore to part
© Jack Ellison 2012
A Ghoulish Midnight...
WALKING through an eerie empty field,
Unbelievable! I see three abominable witches around a cauldron!
The Witches from the Hell!
are there a toad, fillet of a snake, toe of a frog, and...
tongue of a dog, and what not - brewing together to make a potion!!!!
How come I find the ominous figures who insinuated Macbeth!
I am not a warrior, no way I want to be the King of England!
Three CREEPY figures DESCENDING from the DARKNESS all around,
there appears a frightful castle on top of the hill,
which was just ordinary yesterday, now
turns into a looming nightmare,
under the spell of an uncanny moon,
probably inhabited by blood-sucking Dracula.
SILHOUETTES of ghosts and goblins are freely roaming in the OPEN,
from the GLOOM of the night I hear werewolves howling...
their shiny teeth gritting and glaring
don't spot any LIVING being except me!!!
Am I the only Victim?!
I DREAD this menacing night. I run and run...
falling into an abyss of frightening silence!
Ohhhhh..Thank my stars! I am alive!
These must be all hallucinations of a HALLOWEEN night!
October 25, 2022
For "Halloween" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
10 required words in bold
Writing Challenge - "X'd Poems Second Chance" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Have you ever been wrong?
I was wrong.
Ugly, smugly wrong.
Psephologically wrong.
Hit the iceberg,
smoking’s good for you,
the treaty of Versailles,
left on red,
Copernicus, Aristotle, Custer,
wrong.
I’m not claiming an excuse,
wrong.
It wasn’t you,
it was me,
wrong.
Just fricking
kiss a frog
wrong.
Wrong all along,
wrong about the world,
reevaluate me wrong,
wrong, wrong, wrong.
I can admit I was wrong.
Can you forgive me,
can I forgive me,
wrong
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Songs for this:
Waters of March by John Roseboro & Mei Semones
Stabilise by Nilüfer Yanya
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Webster: Psephology = the scientific study of elections.
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smashing! there she goes swaying her strut in red stilettos
with a lady gaga ’do, vamp gear and rockin’ diva blues…
"hottie P.D." that’s what she’s called.. ready to prance at
her latest night call, another gig for chilling a dish
at the flaming la vida loca bar: strictly for exclusive members
only, she ain’t on the list… hmmm,
sly fox down to two altoids and twenty bucks in her leased
armani tote. you guessed it right! she bats her long lashes
at the bomber’s gate; swooshes past the queue
using victoria’s secret model’s gait… what a RAAWWR!
surveying the lair, the sly destroyer skips no beat---
there’s her catch, a dumb-- looking frog, a sort of
prince dude. time for the bait, ready to down tons of martini,
tequila, whatever she won’t regret... ooh my, the vixen
slants a tyra pose caressing her mane smoothie smooth.
dumb frog approaches his " prey"--- that’s what’s lurking
on dude’s snail brain…” foxy lady, you beat the tar out of me!”.
PD coos,“ big boy, you better show me punk cuz i settle
for nothin’ less than a big score.”
flashing his platinum card on the deck, sly fox rattles off drinks
on top of the heap. whoa, a little bit of sweet talking and fast touching,
sly destroyer goes for the kill..“ an uptown throb you are,
smokin’ hon-- you care to bring your babe home in your
limo ,bimbo?” and frog croaks, “ wait babe, will bring it on!”
with another long wink, her last crime…hahaha, from PD’s
devilish voodoo blink, all she needed was a fancy hitch big time home.
sly destroyer whams it again! but wait.. frog is gone for friggin
30 minutes… turns out, the platinum card expired and stolen. drat!…
who’s the sly destroyer.. and who’s the flaky loser?
( just for fun!)
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--- CONTEST: P.D.'s " Inner Animal "
Oscar was a little white canine
Cocker spaniel was in his bloodline
He was such a good dog
Even played with a frog
He was like a heartfelt valentine
Oscar wasn’t like his little brother
Who yapped constantly to their mother
He wasn’t such a good boy
He stole sweet Oscar’s toy
Eager to be one all would smother
Oscar was amusing, such a hoot
Bacon or burger he wouldn’t dispute
He became so chunky
Just like a food junkie
Tried to put him on a fare of fruit
Oscar wasn’t always the silent sort
In large crowds, he became my escort
It’s old news – his bark
Was the life of the park
Where he’d always find time to consort
Oscar was more than just a cute dog
He stuck with me through snow, rain and smog
More loved than I can say
Twas’ with me all the way
He was smarter than the best sheepdog
Children's Limericks Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
November 23, 2022
Listen to the geese honking overhead,
or popping pistol shrimp on the seabed.
And the haunting, eerie call of a loon:
sounds not made by Man, but Nature instead.
Nature's noisy cacophony resounds;
a subtle mix of ubiquitous sounds.
And as this chorus of sounds soothes my soul,
my appreciation of life abounds.
The croak of a frog or buzz of a bee;
subconsciously imbues my soul with glee.
It's the sound of the extraordinary:
wherein the voice of Gaia speaks to me.
The pitter-patter of raindrops falling;
a moth flapping its wings, or crabs crawling.
All contribute to Nature's rhapsody,
and my muse finds Her music enthralling.
They snuggled, wrestled, patted, hugged, slept and ate together.
Growing from babies to toddlers in all kinds of weather.
We brought out this photo and our daughter stared with horror.
You are as bad as the grandma who lives next door!
This is unhealthy, despicable, awful, terribly unclean.
The cat on her lap gave me a feline stare that was mean.
When you were little, it was the only way you would eat.
We thought it was hilariously funny, and kind of sweet.
MOM! She said, I am a doctor; this is unclean and bad.
She truly is the prissiest child that we ever had.
Her daughter got on the floor and shared a dish with our dog.
I made a flying leap toward her, looking like a spastic erratic frog.
What are you trying to cover up? Ms. Persnickety asked.
Let’s have a drink! Yelled my husband, taking out a wine flask.
We did not want to be limited to the time we could see her babe.
She might be a doctor, but she is not as nice as our older son Abe.
Dawn drifts softly into sleepy eyes
a serenade of light from the skies
Awaking at last and sensing fun
is meadow, as flowers lift their heads
It must be time to welcome the sun
celebrating, they dance in their beds
Grass begins to weave in gentle breeze
skirts for all flower stalks that are bare
loudly yawning are the lazy trees
to let the meadow know they are there
Here come unicorns with the princess
who wears a dress of marbled green lawn
though but a frog, we don't love her less
Faeries dance for her just before dawn
We are dwellers in a magical land
Though often enchantment just doesn't show
but the unknown we can clasp in our hand
When dawn drifts into enchanted meadow
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