Long Frog Poems
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a double-wide?
someone lied: an
inside jokester
what in the hell?
rotten smell in
this shell, yokester
seems that some blow's
on your nose and
it shows, cokester
cat in a tree
cries a plea, comes
to me: coaxed her
fork and the spoon
off too soon, home
by noon: broke stir
chim chim cher-ee
you'll agree I'm
lucky bloke, sir
wanting a plum
uses thumb to
get some, pokes her
poor old man frog
too much grog, fell
off log, croaked, sir
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In my world, 'jokester' and 'cokester'
rhyme with 'jokester' and are two syllables.
Maybe this one's a bit more interesting?
Morning chorus
Two birds sing;
Balcony duet
~~~~~~~~~
Song of morning
Bird psalm alleluia;
Thanksgiving prayer
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Odd couple here
By lift door;
Quarrel in pursuit
~~~~~~~~~
New food court
Menus to go;
Brisk business
~~~~~~~~~
Soft ice cream
Delightful flavours;
Frolic with glee
~~~~~~~~~
Words on rice paper
Calligraphy speaks;
Discerning moves
~~~~~~~~~
Japanese haiku
Zen in a trance;
Cryptic frog pond
~~~~~~~~~
Sound of water
Dish washing grooves;
After meal thanksgiving
~~~~~~~~~
Dinner setting
Guests seat around;
Small talk punctuates
~~~~~~~~~
Joy comes
Sorrow leaves;
Grief be brief
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Code and symbol
Not much more;
Secret line
~~~~~~~~~
Leon a Enriquez
19 August 2015
Singapore
Watching the TV coverage
Of the great government shut down
Of 2018-2019
I am reminded of a movie
As I fall asleep
Listening to the TV
Blather on and on
About what it all means
Mr. Natural pops up
And screams
"It don’t mean s….
“Dude, the endless movie
Is about to begin”!
A middle-aged white man
Down on his proverbial luck
Just been fired
Replaced by a foreign worker
Or a robot
Or just fired
Because he was no longer
Deemed useful
To the masters of the universe
If he was lucky
He'd be given a watch
And an IOU worthless pension
And the man wanders into a restaurant
Pulls out a gun
Eats his breakfast
After the official breakfast hour
Puts on a Pepe the green frog mask
Drops acid, Snorts speed
Drinks a shot of booze
And coffee smokes a joint
Snorts cocaine for good measure
and smokes a cigarette
And walks outside
steals a bus at gun point
Filled with passengers
He tells them
They are hostages
And he puts on his vest
With the dead man switch
Next to the bomb
He announces
Via tweet
He is going to take the bus
To the proverbial pot of gold
Hidden deep in a cave
And when he got there
He would release the hostages
And disappear into the mine
And never be found again
And as the bus careens around the mountain
At 100 miles an hour
The dude sprouts out
Conspiracy after conspiracy theory
About Obama the Muslim communist
secret gay working with George Soros
the Jewish money people
in league with the shapeshifting lizards
and Mueller is one of them
they are all after him
because he knows the deal
And the passengers are transfixed
Half hoping, he would make it
Half hoping, he would be blown away
And as the bus careens out of control
With the wheels falling off
And the cliff looming ahead
You realize we are all doomed
Sheila dressed carefully, greeting first love in fits of anticipation,
Amid glittering disco ball promoting twenty-fifth year class reunion,
Drum master is at play, thumping Sheila’s traitorous heartstrings
Heart seizes brain’s logic. Goodness! There he is now!
Exposing her heartfelt imagined playoff,
Lifetime daydream of being saved, is rapidly diminishing
Hyena laugh from stage left startles. Room regains color
Crepe paper reality slaps her when face offs begin.
Who are these people? They look old. Did they graduate with her?
Happily ever after daydreams dissipate rapidly. He has not looked this way.
He is a classmate who can barely stand, apparently drinking heavily.
Indisputable reality climbs onto Sheila’s back, grinning wickedly. Mean.
Blatant truth hangs onto fat bellies, sneering over belt buckles.
He is no longer her true love who got away, just a sad alcoholic of a man.
Unrecognizable, flipping her daydream into a solid nightmare.
Throwing themselves into each other’s arms tonight is laughable really.
Sheila’s dream Prince Charming is not coming, for he has turned into a frog.
And not a pretty one, quick to anger, not the sweet boy she had known.
The love of her life pretended not to remember her. Surrounded by self-walls.
She turned to her husband Jim and smiled. “Let’s dance,” She said.
The lonely boy who had been pining for his lost love for years laughed.
She is uppity now, he told himself. She is nothing like I remember.
Daydreams up in smoke, with all of his other dreams and life goals.
This would be his last reunion. He watched his dream princess dance.
From out of the lacustrine,dense tract, green
Lining the silent mossy forlorn lake keen ,
Came out leaping and hopping,a fat frog ;
He landed and stopped on a reedy clog ,
As he saw the Chameleon on a stem frail ,
Gripping fast the rush with its prehensile tail ,
Croaking and flicking his tongue around,
To relish one and all the insects found ;
He made his own way on the rich moss,
And back and forth on the spread-over grass ;
His acrobatics envied and enraged the rival
Watching silently with rolling eyes since arrival .
The crestfallen had missed his chance thrice
And retracted to sit still like frozen ice -
Having lost to the place his colour and stance ;
Thrill and anxiety did the crux spell enchnce ;
A surly serpent suddenly sprang,as if to mock
Hissing , out of the crevice beneath a rock ;
It was a measured move -a prize catch ;
The victim was more a meal than a match ,
And went in neatly with a suppressed wail ;
The avenged lizard quirked and muttered his hail :
Pride goes pouncing and swooping before a fall ,
Thus to end up with a whimper, defeat and all.
You know, I thought changing one’s job would be easy,
To start a new vocation would be breezy.
I got me local newspaper, looking for a job as a sparky, (electrician)
But I said “what the F-ck, these ads were written by a sarky.”
The first job was an “Almond Knocker,”
Now this sounds as sleazy as sniffing used jockstraps in a locker.
Who wants to look for an almond the shape of a woman’s top half of her anatomy,
But, looking at women’s breast to find one that looks like an almond, appeals to me.
The second job was a “Blind Hooker,”
Now what can I say, that’s a woman’s job and boy she’ll have to be a looker.
She would be the cheapest thrill you’d ever have
You can imagine the police chasing her as she is lead by her all eye seeing sat nav.
Nope not for me…
Uuhh! Here’s one for me, “Bosom Presser”
Squeeeezing them breasts from the largest to the lesser.
I gave them a call straight away
Only to find out the job was not really that way
Dam!
The next one was, what the f-ck? a “Dike Stoneman”
Well I don’t think any man can
This must be a woman bouncer for a happy club ( I hope this is more politically
correct than saying “Gay”)
The one you greet say “Hey Bud”
Well later I googled the titles and yes you right, I was wrong,
I suppose me old job will be lifelong
Overworked, under paid
Oversexed under laid
Here are a few more jobs I came across, an “Egg Smeller, Chicken Sexer, Pillow Girl
:-) , Butt maker, , Fire Drier (never heard of wet fire) and for all you animal lovers out
there, Frog Shaker, Monkey Tail Puller and those who don’t change their underwear,
a Skid Marker
11/12/15
Doggone
This is going to be an odd song
I just stopped on a path above the strangest frog pond
The scent of the bogs strong
But the draw coming within is causing me to feel beyond fond
Even though they all say to stay away, and that going against a gods wrong
I told them all, well then it will be not long
Nowadays is a tumor rare?
Don't even try to find any humor there
Some of the spread rumors scare
While others begin to lose their hair
It's easy to speculate from a computer chair
But you don't want to spend your whole entire future there
Because at that rate you will maneuver where?
Why should I try to lie?
We didn't always see eye to eye
Because for a while I would leave others high and dry
Even if they would cry and sigh and die inside
But it was wrong, in this life of mine
I'll get it right this time
By: Dalton Ogletree
~The Night Time Show~
Another night of sleep eludes me
I wander throughout the house
I feel like a night time lonely ghost
Or an inquisitive little door mouse
Into the conservatory
where the floor is bright with full moonlight
The square patterns moves discernibly
tracking minute’s though the night
The ghostly white of the bright moonlight
blocks out the stars in the sky
The air is still, no leaf does shiver
a fox peers in and then wanders by
A little wood mouse, he’s out late,
skips across the patio
Why do I complain of not sleeping well
when I have this the night time show.
A frog sits there and starts to croak then he leaps onto the wall
Amazing leap, I am aghast and then I watch him fall
In his jaws he has a slug, I'm glad we ran out of killer
I think I 'll put the kettle on, the second half is turning into a thriller.
©~GG~ 31/08/2102
HELP me I'm struggling today
These thoughts won't go away
Help me I feel so sad
Am I really that bad a dad
Angry at the slightist of things
Losing it when that bell rings
The bell that just can't be heard
So cranky it's really absurd
Help me I feel I have failed
Yet again my judgement is impaled
Help me get back on the road
I dont like this when I explode
Scary to the ones that I love
Here the calling of the white dove
Go away dove it's not my time
Leave me be and I'll be just fine
Venom of a deadly snake does alight
My family are the ones I do fright
I must now attempt to put it right
Stay awake late into the night
Force all these thoughts away
Live once more to fight the day
It came this time out of the blue
I really don't know what to do
Fight or flight is what I have learnt
Alas either way I will be burnt
Locked away to drown my sorrow
I need to find that tomorrow
But tomorrow is the thing that never arrives
Regret and sadness is what appears
Tears flow from these tired eyes
Not wanting to say goodbyes
The demon within is strong this time
Pulling hard on the twine
I'm using every ounce of strength I have left
But he knows I'm so bereft
If I go then he has won again
Taken another of mortal plain
But I'm not ready for an epilogue
I'm the Prince dressed as the frog
The love I get from my family
Give me strength and clarity
He is strong but I remain still
Win this battle yes I will
Once Upon A Curse
She’d pricked her finger, and for years she slept
inside the castle in her pretty room.
Her parents and the entire village wept
for she was cursed, and they knew only gloom.
True love’s kiss was needed to break the spell.
So many handsome princes tried to wake
her up, but all they ever did was fail.
Was this a spell that nobody could break?
There was a small red frog beside the door
of Sleeping Beauty’s room. Each day it came
and watched her sleep. But let me tell you more!
This frog was once a person with a name.
The frog, for being different, one sad day,
was told by a bad witch, “Here’s what I’ll do.
I’ll change you to a frog. A frog you’ll stay
until you kiss a girl who thinks like you.”
The frog adored the Beauty, and at last
the frog got courage; hopping to her bed,
the frog kissed Sleeping Beauty’s lips. Aghast,
her parents watched as Beauty raised her head!
Though true love’s kiss had waken her, it was
no charming prince who now before them stood.
‘Twas “Little Red.” Their daughter woke because
she loved the frog with last name “Riding Hood.”
Feb 4, 2016