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They're gathering their broomsticks
and clastic lunar hats
Sohrgetting all their toads and frogs
for what we've known as spats
And delving down a one way crete
for wicked tracious acts
Of Spider eggs and treppled legs
on what we've known as facts
And carrying their craddled soup
for roshes precious time
all marinee'd their gracious way
for taking on the climb
Of sacred age and clasdid cage
ruined placious over time
While serenade and promenade
grow grecious over blime
And all our fears amount to WITCH
where tracious frairs align
And all our lost who helped their way
Soah Halloween combine
I wrote this poem based on one I found
on the internet by Lillian Moore.
Here is her version of the poem from
the book Spooky Rhymes and Riddles
Poem about THEM
THEY
polish their broomsticks,
sharpen their hats,
catch some spiders,
feed the bats,
try out some yowls
with all the cats.
THEN
witches are ready for
YOU
KNOW
WHEN!
-by Lillian Moore
I see two lovers kissing, one face missing,
a barking dog, a fallen log, a wheel cog,
a brandy glass, balloons like someone's ****
change shape when all things come to pass.
Pilgrim's progress, perspective roads, spotty toads,
a fencing match, someone smoking a pipe,
those lovers again but you're not my type,
a glass table which someone forgot to wipe.
Candy floss, pink and white, pressed together,
waiting, getting ready for stormy weather;
the sun burst thro' making golden rainbows,
leaving openings like teeth and turned-up toes.
An angel appeared to close all of the doors,
and said: 'What's mine can also be truly yours.'
1/1/2017
Originally many thought the globe was flat
Had to take note of that
Too late for going back
But getting one step closer at
Objectives near the upper and lower branch
Wind blowing fast
The sky was overcast
Above many roads and paths
As well as any homes or shacks
Near or far away from stones and grass
Flying animals like crows and bats
And other animals on the ground like toads and cats
Objects broke in half
And others were prone to crack
Across the seas a lot of boats have crashed
Some of the objects and treasures sunk or continued to float like ash (rafts)
Hard to know the locations now and be so exact
All three leafed except for one with four in the clover patch
Above and below areas with hives having honeycombs of wax
Some wanted not only the throne but cash
And the whole entire motherlode to grasp
Funny how it all was on the day when there was growth at last
By: Dalton Ogletree
the toads do not dive
they plop into the scummy pond
pale green bellies floating beneath them
like airbags
they paddle and back-stroke
through the weedy water
as slow as inflatable boats
when i visit them
i turn into a kid
lobbing pebbles into the spawny drink
to watch them scatter
they remind me of fat men
hastily departing a swimming pool
it is a joke i prank them with
i keep doing this
until they turn to glare at me
heads half-submerged
eyes bulging with indignation
once it began to rain heavily
raindrops crashed into the pond
like exploding peanut shells
.
the toads commenced to croak in unison
the noise almost drowning-out
the sound of the pelting rain
no doubt they were bidding me
to go drown somewhere
Antisocial anacondas don't associate in numbers;
Bears and beavers don't become the best of friends.
Civet cats catch rats, so is it any wonder
On doleful dingoes dire dilemmas do descend?
Effete elephants eschew jumping, it's ungraceful;
"Frenching" frogs will never fetch nor wart nor prince.
Beware lest grim gaboons give you a face full;
Hyena's haunting laugh makes haughty hippos wince.
Iguanas ignorantly ignore sunscreen on their eyelids;
Jaguars judiciously adjure a jungle nook.
Kangaroos are kind of cute when they have cute kids;
In Lima llamas leap and lastly look.
Mountain lions may masquerade as pumas;
Nimble narwhal's noble spear's his joy and pride.
Opossums opt not to oppose those "play dead" rumors;
Prosaic penguins probably take leglessness in stride.
Quails quibble querulously in quorums;
Raccoons rinse their rations when they eat.
A snail can wreak some slimy harum-scarum;
Tarantulas tout tasty toads as treats.
Urutus usually undulate in jungles;
Vultures vainly vote for haute cuisine.
A wildebeest's a waggish work somebody bungled;
Xeric xenops don't exactly tan, they just stay green.
Yenta yaks may yell and yowl when they feel chatty;
Zany zebra's zoned in black, or white, if you prefer.
I pray this piece will play and not seem "catty",
SPCA's raucous ridicule I'd rather not incur,
For these bits of critterary trivia, A to Z,
Are things I never learned from Marlin Perkins*, R.I.P.
*For those of you, dear readers, who may not know, or who may not remember, Marlin Perkins was the host of the long-running NBC nature series, "Wild Kingdom", which aired on Sunday nights from 1963-1971.
Magical fey of the forest are avid readers, all the time
They carry books around with them as they travel, in the grime.
Their books are mystical and follow them around as they work.
They glean the words from several feet away, like their Queen Lurk.
Humans! Someone will caution them, and the books will blink out
Each one of them has an invisibility ability that makes me want to shout.
I pretend I have not seen them, so the faeries can feel they are smart.
In actuality, I can spy on them and read them too. I have a fey heart.
The butterflies have their I-pads, and the toads have their I-pods now.
The woods are upgrading, but please do not tell the cows or sow.
The farmer is keeping them ignorant, so he can use them in his ways.
Very few of us who can see the books flying around in the woods these days.
A human! Queen Lurk cautions, and the books disappear at once.
I wander through the forest, picking morrell mushrooms for my lunch.
I pretend to not see the elves, faeries, gnomes or brownies while I’m here.
They would be disappointed if they knew that to my mind they are all clear.
Riotous revellers' laughter drifts up from their apricot lit late night haunts, four cafes are notoriously avoided venues for overindulgent consumption of alcohol.
Across the street, from my thirtieth floor apartment window, remote portrait of bodies bent enthralled over their beers,
toads on stools at mushroom stem tables.
Flicker of forbidden recognition crosses my cortex,
- I'm a resident of Broadwater Tower now.
Unstated policy prohibits proximity with riff raff.
Our bar ensures we wear careful attire,
floor gleams mirror marble.
Chrome and cracked leather oud absorbs expensive scents.
Ladies laughter upscale conflicts the low fading mens' vocal.
Tipsy sensation enhanced by deck docked
rolling prestigious flagpole chiming yachts.
Over the road, neolithic neon signs post grotesque cafe names,
Salivate, Green Grotto among them.
Customers come from squat squashed suburbs,
five minute drive away.
Dive bar dark sparks alcoholic amphibians unremarkable bravado.
January holiday season sees sardines huddled heartily under awnings, abandoning next morning necessity.
24th February 2023
151 words
Written for Contest: Four Cafes
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Colours of rainbow
Clouds when veil the mighty sun,
Morning seems so dull and wet,
Rainy day can be much fun,
Joy that tiny drops beget,
Colourful umbs run on roads,
Footpath forgets carefree walk,
Evening croak of frogs and toads,
Resting calm of a skylark!
Scent of water freshens life,
Enjoying work isn't child's play,
Woe bygone and so is strife,
As if joys will ever stay!
Rainbow colours bring sunshine,
Vibrancy touches each mind!
Iambic heptameter
Written September 28th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Joined soup on May 16th, 2013
For contest 'Structured forms- Iambic verse II' by Giorgio A V
Now entered for " Million dollar poem #1- a PD contest " for contest by SKAT A
Awarded 4th place win
A misconception is the tale
That we should dread October's spell
Weird things happen, but do not fear
It only comes but once a year
Cornstalks, lanterns, pumpkin faces
Cloudy nights, and creepy spaces
Mummies hide by light of day
Ghouls in shadows want to play
Ghosts appear to take a peek
Cats put on their black coat sleek
Spider's weave around the room
A wart-nosed witch has brand new broom
Her sideways glance at mirror cracked
Still sneers her ugly image back
The cauldron cleaned with spit and shine
Prepared to hold a drink of slime
With tasty toads and wormy molds
It boils steamy brew that's bold
Graveyards readied, dark with gloom
Bats in belfries wait for doom
No need to dread the harvest moon
All Hallow's Eve is coming soon
They've all worked hard to be prepared
Join the party, IF YOU DARE!!
Cement word by word
I connect one idea to another idea
scribble verse with verse
I build a bridge poem ...
I caress my spirit
with words of honey
so poetry always
licks me with candy ...
The verses, all sowing
same as seeds in the field
feather the poem I treat,
best the fruit of poetry ...
Poetry without birds in the field,
without toads and frogs in the pond,
without desert, sand, blood in the vein,
would that be poetry, life ... would it be ...?
I throw a stone, sketch the effort,
I throw a word, absorb the gesture,
I get milk from the stone and as pretext
of this dynamic, dialectical poem I do ...!