Bull frog trained his lily pad like a magic flying carpet ride
It took him in and out the trees, giving berth very wide
Sometimes he rode it to outer space to see Jupiter and Mars
They also landed once a week on an asteroid near the stars
Five little frogs hopped
down to the lake,
To see what a splash their
webbed feet could make.
The biggest from jumped
With a terrible bound,
And scattered the lily pads
all way around.
While the rest swam away
without making a sound.
Congrats were in order
She'd pulled through against all odds
We were so proud
She had earned her wings
Fly, little one, fly ~
ASP: Honorable Mention 2026
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Green coin floats, silent~
dragonfly lands, kisses ripples.
Beneath, shadow drifts:
a koi’s gold swallowed by dusk.
The pad holds the weight of sky.
The lily pad wanted to see some snow
She needed to travel, but where to go?
The mouth of the river had things to say
Beyond the green bridge, that is the way….
She was open to suggestions, of course.
A daughter of Zeus, niece of Thor, king of Norse
Pink sponge floated by and sprinkled on her ash
She jumped a bit, when a canoe gave a crash.
Scratch and scritch a path through the rubble
It is March, so you will not want any trouble
Or you will kill any outside chance
To cross the gully to play and dance
The lily pad listened to the frog named Paint
His eyes could pierce her soul, he liked her quaint
I want to see snow, she confided to this green man.
I am sure you can, he lied. I am sure you can.
Mouse Pad
The mouse pad has such a
pretended attitude. When I’m not using my
mouse it serves the role of
the guard of
my tissue box who is
always threatening to
leave.
the calm silent pond
with floating lily pads
awaits frogs next jump
There’s life here still
somewhere below the surface.
I dip under lily pads,
delve hands into reeds.
Down in the sludge, shimmering sunlight
illuminates what once thought lost.
Golden dewdrop spread on gray window sill,
warm rays from the summer sunburst at will,
sprightly cheep from high flier mourning bird,
pulsating heart aroused by what I
heard
Gorgeous is an adjective for viewing,
colors on an august sketch pad brewing,
vivid blooms awash in swaying basket,
visual trinkets stored in made up casket
Brown leafs strewn that capture noonday wonder,
elevate a world from going under,
pathway to a peak or slope’s dream patch,
eternal beauty words can never match
Heaven at my doorstep every second,
fantastic bliss around me now beckoned,
mountains, valleys, trickling streams, verges,
a burgeoning green world city surges
Rainbow fountain mesmerizing stunned throng,
eye catcher sprinkled hue a bright mist prong,
gorgeous is that gift wrapped term used above,
blue skyline veil from brushstroke that I wove
My mind drifts back
To red times we've had
Healing happy lime laughs
Revealing shining over anything sad
Magical how one word from you
Colors me whatever you choose
From lamenting lemon to maroon
All based on love so true
You are my favorite song
I sing you all day night long
U write me pink passionate poems
Invite me to dream along
We don't have much in hand
But rich in heart with romance
By time design holding hand
Spirit so cheery we freelance
No bars no cars only white stars
Can showcase our love bizarre
We cruise like cotton clouds so vast
Upon our lovely lime lily pad
No longer was she a croaking bullfrog
but a pretty faerie in the middle of the meadow
unless you looked under the lily pad
and saw her crooked polka dot legs
James did not invite a lot of guests
they had to know him better than the rest
his mother had decorated his apartment nest
in hot pinks and fuchsia, a friendship test
he had protested when he had first seen his lair
I am the expert, his mother said, to be quite fair
she also wanted to give overeager girlfriends a scare
staying over meant that they probably did really care
An angry girl can throw a punch
That makes a man toss up his lunch
To co-exist
Avoid her fist
By giving her a Nestlé Crunch!
A head goes for a laborer’s pad,
After losses to friends at card;
Whatever reaches him he’ll guard,
As life remains unbearably hard.
A head goes ahead to fix a pad
For fifty bags of cement Andrew had;
For making A Final Good out of The Bad
And seeing to still feeding his lad;
If, in the end, very little shall go mad
After first becoming inconsolably sad …
But, henceforth, no careless imitation of bard
While with Careful Gamblers at card.
He was struck hard on his soft head
And since has been lying in bed:
The hurt spot a bluish red
That racing tears in the eyes bred;
A New Rap Song he had tagged ‘A Fad’,
The Guy singer driving quite mad …
And now three days he’d got bad,
For sure to be never all his life glad,
His hospital bills stating ‘The Sad’,
The swelling already panicking his dad
And him causing to cushion it with pad …
You can’t believe it ‘A Near-Adult Lad’
Through in young deceiving jeans clad.
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