Long Pollywogs Poems

O, the old toad talks
To the equinox,
But he sings to the harvest moon.
Cuz his little pollywogs
All swam off in the bog,
And they’re getting gobbled up by a loon.

The chance is remote
For an antidote,
And they’ll all...

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I caress the blooms of the lilac bush and breathe their sweet fragrant breath. Here in my garden where spring has risen from the melting heart of winter’s death. And when a gentle breeze ...

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Okay, I'm unserious today, no...in all seriousity I was daydreaming about bullschitt and wondered if it was 'produced' by bulls or bull frogs or even bull sharks and realized that it was magnificently manufactured in...

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Sun-drenched days and showers are coming. Flowers sprout,
Pretty petals blooming, and pollywogs in ponds shall appear.
Rabbits in green fields will be scampering about.
Ice and snow will melt; our hearts will fill with cheer.
Newborn creatures, birds...

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He is so dapper and dashing! The ugliest dames said.
One of them on board now, as her husband was dead.
One old toad gave her the cold eye and a shove to her head.
These toads in...

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I stand by the river watching her happiness
Her frogs, and tadpoles, pollywogs too
Minnows gather around my roots, tickling me.

My days are filled with pure happiness 
Sun rises at my back, warming my neck 
The river...

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Go on Back....

Sit among the dandelions
listen to the bees
thank the broken pavement
for the scars upon my knees

walk along three decker canyons
in a sticky August haze
hop within the hopscotch chalk
a dance form to amaze

hit some rocks...

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Loose Magic

Pee-a-boo, I see you...
Got your nose, 
and not your toes. 
Skipping rocks, 
and bubbles in the park. 

Eye contact from across the room, 
notes passed in study hall...
hearts that have wings, 
and bells that...

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I’m feeling blue, but that’s OK
For I was there to start the day
But carried forth with steadfast calm
Still searching for a healing balm

I’ve found it but a time or two
And known relief, but far too...

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Gander your gazes not afar mountain
like a fool that searches the distinct
Youth that have uncovered a fountain
pen poetry and prose not succinct

When you blue drip only foam oceans
You’ll dismiss the pollywogs in ponds
No fancy hocus...

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