Short Toads Poems
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I never understood the saying
"It's raining cats and dogs".
It would make a lot more sense
If it was raining toads and frogs!
Wash Those Froggies, Wash Those Froggies,
Dirty Froggies Get Eaten By Moggies.
Don't Be Mean, Get Them Clean
While You Read Your Magazine.
sweet rainy season
alike voice of toads in ponds
no sound when dried up
Story of frogs, toads, salamanders and newts
Crocodiles, seals, beavers with flutes.
These cold-blooded moist skins
Amphibians with twins
Live on land and sea in custom wet suits
Auf stillem Wasser
So im sanften Mondlicht
Der Ruf der Unken
On quiet water
There in the gentle moonlight
The call of the toads
De agua tranquilo
En suave luz de la luna
Los gritod de sapos
Summer Winds
Amidst strong winds, John was treading the road
Carrying on his back a heavy load,
It was a pitiful sight
To brave the wind in such plight:
When load fell down, it showed a bag of toads!
Charlotte was confiding her secrets to the teeniest tiniest toads.
they sat and listened with interest. None of her stories was old.
their silence and lack of suggestions was more important than gold.
Charlotte loved sitting by the pond and sharing with her sweet tiny toads.
LITTLE CHILD read the dictionary:
a poem about all things!
Strains of marigold those
shadows of dancing old!
Ashes to ash all-in-all
a mental addiction
burning wells of poetry
all souls a poem
Cut yourself with A's
and create imaginary gardens
with real toads
real change -- the only poem
And Life is brazenly amazing
leaving no time for thought.
is what i heard.
:: 12.28.2021 ::
Once we shared
the same swizzle stick and paper plate,
ate the casserole no one else wanted,
but then there were the toads.
The Atlantic flushed, hands were washed,
the toads stayed to be reasons why.
I filled a storage unit with them,
at night I hear their forlorn croaking.
I’m hoping they'll evolve,
become less noxious.
You kept your toads also,
and wrote to say,
their warty appearance began to improve
the moment I left.
Toads are in your eyeballs! Wow! Let me see.
They are invisible, he told me, glaring.
Okay, I agree. But they are there right?
Not now, he says, with a huge scowl. You scared them off.
I have five minutes, I say. Tell me how it happened.
His arms are crossed now. He stomps off.
What did I do? I ask his mother.
Hard to say, she replies. Maybe it is because he thought you did not believe him.
We both laugh
A door gets slammed hard.
Twice, just so we know it was no accident.