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Streets awash with mewling cats
and surly swashbuckling pirates.
Somber skies with swirling bats,
and ghastly goblins chasing rats.
Wicked witches’ evil glare,
grisly ghouls' ghostly stare,
taunting with a double-dare.
All in fun to give a scare.
Haunted houses with darkened walls;
afraid to walk spell-bound halls.
Toffee apples, popcorn balls;
eating brains and toad eyeballs.
Trick-or-treating door-to-door.
Treats too tasty to ignore.
Harmless tricks more smile than roar,
kept us giggling for much more.
Parents, neighbors joined the fun.
Scary ghost stories spookily spun.
Fortune tellers’ crystal balls to shun.
Homemade costumes unique to one.
Creamy fudge and devil’s food cake,
all wrapped up for us to take.
Mom's scratch treats, nothing fake.
She took all day long to bake.
Bewitching hour over, fun now done,
to our homes we’d quickly run.
Goodie bags that weighed a ton.
We would share with everyone.
Playing games and laughing out loud,
good times again next year we vowed!
The master and his family were gone to grandma’s house.
There was scurrying and screeching, from the family of a mouse.
The door opened wide, and cats came in with an enormous shout.
The master and his family had left the plum pudding and the milk out.
The mice ran in every direction, and the cats began to dance.
They stomped the mice and ate them, and they did a lively prance.
They drank the milk and devoured the cookies from every single plate.
They danced a cat jig that was lively until one said “it’s getting late!”
There were twelve cats in all, and they put up quite a lively yell.
If we eat any more of this family’s food, we might just go to…..
They grabbed cheese from the frig and continued the party down the road.
Where they tormented a snake, a snail, a warthog and a toad.
Two Words – Redux Two
Push
Pull
Donut
Hole
Toilet
Bowl
Laundry
Fold
Sing
Song
Ping
Pong
Mao
Zedong
Fly
Eater
Cloud
Nine
Moon
Shine
Vinegar
Brine
Wild
One
No
Pun
Arm
Leg
Black
Plague
Circle
Square
Head
Hair
Sonic
Whistle
Broom
Thistle
Pretty
Face
Human
Race
Alien
Space
Mountain
Road
Horned
Toad
Meteor
Rock
Mister
Spock
Start
Dart
Go
Flow
Pol
Pot
Hope
Not
Green
Brown
Smile
Frown
City
Town
River
Creak
Circus
Freak
Stuffy
Nose
Big
Toes
Bogart
Bacall
Free
Fall
Standing
Tall
Music
Note
Castle
Moat
Witch
Hag
Laundry
Bag
Robber
Rubber
Space
Discover
Race
Car
Bucket
Tar
Fruit
Jar
Phrenology
Psychology
Logo
Pogo
Wine
Beer
Whine
Jeer
Weather
Clear
Beach
Chair
People
Stare
Garden
Hose
Bloody
Rose
Genius
Knows
Alaskan
Snow
Car
Far
Road
Tar
Proud
Hound
Ground
Round
Upside
Downside
Aladdin
Jafar
Genie
Wish
Table
Fish
Wash
Dish
Slobber
Swish
Babble
Gabble
Clark
Gable
Atlantic
Cable
Stool
Pool
Fad
Lad
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
September 3, 2018 (Short-Form Free Verse)
Warts and all
She made a mistake
when she kissed a toad
No castle or carriage
She chose a rough road
He had a few warts
he wasn't debonair or cool
Others scoffed and they laughed
But our toad wasn't a fool
For love was a potion
He knew she believed
He tried so very hard
With his heart he achieved
For she was so lovely
So caring and serene
concerned only with his heart
Not the places he'd been
It wasn't very easy
it was in fact it was tough
to be in love with a princess
and have less than enough
But she never complained
Not a whimper or cry
She said he was amazing
He was her special guy
So he worked night and day
from the inside he grew
he became all he could be
the Prince that she knew
Yes they found their happy
Him kind and never a jerk
Love indeed conquers all
with a smidgen of hard work
Together they built castles
chariots and other things
Traveled on positive thoughts
and the gifts that love brings
So if you see a toad smiling
know that that toad is just me
a kiss from my princess
thankfully set me free
Nature so feels the murmur of summer,
And the whispers of many young dreams;
With spring past, the vibrant newcomer,
Bears gilded rays and clouds of cream.
Romantic red robin becomes a Don Juan,
With his sweet and captivating tune;
Seedlings grow before the season's gone,
Dance of silvery breezes under the moon.
Nature perceives the rapture of roses,
And the untamed beat of all wild things,
And feels His joy anytime God composes,
With all young life softly blossoming!
Dignified toad croaks on his lily pad,
As giddy lovers plan for their wedding,
While all the world now seems so glad,
And is why myriad blooms are spreading!
Take your young quackers to Canadian blue pond.
You will see a large moose just west of a swan.
He is the best babysitter the woods has ever seen.
He will keep your quackers safe, and he never is mean.
We asked the Moose what he would charge us to babysit.
A bunch of our downy offspring, a dozen plus another bit.
The moose asked us if a dollar would be too much
We laughed all the way back to our duck blind hutch.
A dollar is all he wants! What? We were amazed at this.
A snake said “he’s not that great,” and he did it with a hiss.
Don’t listen to Slithers, a large toad said in a croaking way.
Slithers got so angry, he gobbled up the toad that very day.
the present dayes m'rning pink in summ'r didst lighteth skies
of wond'rous dreams as yest'rdayes wishes
cometh trueth
a moment in timeth to alloweth a writ'r
to expresseth:
alloweth liveth, loveth, and sayeth
t well in precious sentences this moment
f'r the most liketh a toad, uglie and venemous off the track;
wh're, liketh the weav'r, at which hour such a modeleth cameth,
and stoodeth in his way, t is his art yond hast sculpt'd and didst select
the visageth to the tuneth with the designeth hath found?
how, i wond'r, so hath changed canst the artist? and yet such is loveth,
loveth so am'rous, yond mineth own loveth of theeth wilt doth i counteth
a reproach, and a burden to me.
w'rth to loveth me, though thou beest rareth and plain, thou hast cause’d
me to dissembling mineth own fateth. Thie loveth hath didst fill mineth own heart
with lighteth, hast bath'd t in dew, madeth t riseth again from death.
i canst beareth t naie longeth'r; the p'rfections yond thou do’st showeth,
thie sweet ennocence, thie subtleth senseth, thie tend'r kisses, and all thie manifoldst heart,
wilt bringeth me near unto theeth. F'r the loveth yond doth keepeth me h'reth in this w'rldst of woe,
the loveth yond doth filleth mineth own eyes and heart, so lief might naught but i taketh theeth from me;
this lonelinesse shalt lief driveth me nimble-footed.
only, the spelleth of thie charm, the pow'r of thie marry, a pow'r
bless’d by god f'r ev'r m're, canst receiveth, the air from mineth own lips,
and maketh t trueth
:: 07.07.1637 ::
The annual frog hop is in full swing
I see the dance of the little toad king
He’s dancing the fabulous day away
With a gentle hop and a hey hey hey!
There is a beetle and a cricket too
They’re both trying to get onto his shoe
He kicks them both off and dances away
A merry time we are having today!
A dragonfly comes by and asks to join.
Yes you can, it takes no talent or coin.
She dances a pretty ballet.
It’s darling to see her today.
I quickly jump into the swamp like fray
The music is happy, the dancing gay.
Welcome to our dance delighted frogs say
Feeling beloved, I shake the night away
The great outdoors affords the chance
to stretch my limbs, let down my guard,
put up a hammock in the yard.
In summertime to leave the manse
feels good with grass under bare toes.
Inhale the jasmine and the rose,
and savor sights of happenstance:
to spot a squirrel, croaking toad,
or doe and fawn crossing the road.
On mountaintops I do a dance
of triumph after a hard hike
and bask in breezes on my bike,
then waltz my bride in summer's trance
as strains of 'Blue Danube' tiptoe
through memories of long ago.
The great outdoors affords the chance
in summertime, to leave the manse
and savor sights of happenstance.
On mountaintops I do a dance
then waltz my bride in summer's trance.
Constanza
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Dearest Santa, my one wish may seem strange
but please do not interpret me as snide.
I wish this kindness so please do arrange
my Christmas gift of a mail order bride.
Surely she would lighten my hard work load,
help with the children and spousal demands.
She can be pretty or favor a toad
as long as it’s English she understands.
I fail domestic perfection with house,
Mom affection with little ones each day
and attending His Lordship, my own spouse,
because my to-do list stays in the way.
Again, this may seem most unorthodox
but this is me thinking outside the box.
I know that you must judge, weigh and ponder
if I was a well-behaved girl this year:
I tried leaving home for the far yonder -
my car died before even driveway clear;
I lace my morning coffee with brandy;
hide my husband’s tickets to pro baseball;
stuff chips under chairs when comes Priest Andy;
I oft ignore my children when they call;
sometimes I name dust bunnies on our floor;
sarcasm is my first go to coping tool;
I cheat at cards when adding up my score;
and June just past, I peed in a pal's pool.
I work hard without reward all day long,
so sometimes, yeah, I get this life all wrong.
I wish to remember why I am here;
recall romantic love that started all.
I could succeed if I had a wife-peer
helping with spousal gall and toddler brawls.
I want more than bathtubs layered with dirt
and stinking trash bordering on a spill.
Let someone else produce an ironed shirt
and seek deep sleep as an ambitious thrill.
I want memories of kids where I smile
and husband conversations standing still.
I seek family love to feel worthwhile
lest I seek happy docs with happy pills.
One or both of us can wed my wished bride,
just, please, Santa, in my favor decide.