Short Galoshes Poems

Why do you jump
Jump into the old frog pond
Without your galoshes...

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i’m under weather
tissues are my umbrella
socks, my galoshes

11/15/2021...

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Rain
Pours down
My galoshes 
Become stuffed with feet
As I ready myself to 
Jump into all the mud puddles on my street...

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Nauseous Natasha’s cautious sister Sasha’s posh boss
Josh McIntosh from Osh Kosh
Sloshed through the marshes sporting galoshes
Looking for his lost hoss Ross
By gosh...

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The old mind is a terrible thing to waist
It's also a very difficult thing to replace
So treat it with care
Cover it with hair
And make sure you wear galoshes just in case...

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Slosh Sploshes
in my Galoshes
reveling in the rain

Muddle Muck
I am a Duck
and cannot be contained

Flap Slap
something Madcap
waddling soaking wet

My mother says
I am the Muddiest
thing she has ever met!...

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a gentle rain falls 
newly budding trees 
new grasses appear 
pink crocuses up 
warmer weather now. 

shedding sweaters 
sandals appear 
time for new lambs 
a quick road trip. 

stow away 
galoshes 
and mittens. 

enjoy
welcome 

SPRING!


Written March 1, 2021...

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rain dance

Evil takes his victory lap
while ashes like confetti fall.
But demons stay their hands mid-clap,
now doubting they’ve won, after all...

For on the charred and war-stained sands,
Hope, in pink galoshes stands.




September 29, 2019
Make IT Six Contest
Picture #4
Joseph May, Sponsor...

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Red umbrella, pink raincoat and galoshes
Hopping from puddle to puddle, giggling after the splashes
Puppy dog, dolly, and wagon in tow
Raindrops, sunshine and a beautiful rainbow
Mommy and Daddy happy as they can be
Enjoying the rain with their little lady

The red umbrella poetry contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
10/31/18...

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Listen to poem:

I am a heron
in galoshes
stepping
                              across pond
                              one by one
                              on lily pads
that grumble:
"Hurry Up, Hurry Up,
Time's up!"
                              "Only 3 minutes here, 
                              Remember!
                              Move on, now!"

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10 August 2017...

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Pelting.

Stones among magnolia clouds
eating the day through holes
in a wish for the paper grey moths.

Hail and unencumbered beauty.

Dents in hoods and broken glass
in crackling spider web patterns
construed as nature's designs.

Melting.

Rain of grey sulking atmospheres
who feather their wings
around unwilling souls.

Sleep and the brooding sunset.

Puddles of iridescent oils
kissing yellow rubber galoshes
in an effort to make peace....

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On bus trips for seniors, we go
to watch a film or music show
with walkers or cane
umbrellas for rain
galoshes in case there is snow!

Arrive and we waddle 'cross floor
and meet our trip guide by the door
we follow in pairs
pray hard for no stairs
just walking dead flat is a chore!

The show now begins with our cheers
we sit, fix the aids in our ears
adjust them for sound
yet music's still drowned
by those snoring loud in arrears!


February 27, 2018...

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March winds direct the weather vane
April showers water wheat and grain
May flowers grow on the lane

The mud splashes the mud sloshes
Kids wear raincoats and galoshes
Down the hill water washes

A newborn calf will join the herd
A nest is built by mama bird
A toddler says her first word

Green are the leaves upon the tree
Yellow’s the color of a bee
Spring roses are just for me


Written for Contest: Attention to Detail
Sponsor:Rob Levasseur
01/16/2021...

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As I wrote this, upon my bed,
fumbling with words yet to be said,
I felt the chill of a spring day
next to glass painted winter gray,
and marveled how the seasons wed.

In galoshes, shiny and red,
kids splashed in puddles as they fled
from their front doors, to laugh and play,
as I wrote this...

I grew old never having bled.
Never left my butter and bread.
Observed the world from where I lay.
Life happened while I was away,
leaving my thoughts and weaving thread,
as I wrote this......

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