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green webbing between
his eighteen toes propellant
for the swimming frog
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the frog sleeps with his
bulging eyes open
what is he watching?
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frogular poems
from haiku to haibun and
back along the way
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cat tails caress the
night sky and the frog shadows
catch the waving grass
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pelican's bill-bag
flopping and frantic inside
swallow the damned frog!
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frog belly
slapping the ground
splat splat splat
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Today was long and hard. My sister's girls won't
behave. Why have I come here to be their foster
parent? I give them their bedtime kisses and I
pray they sleep. I leave the house and stroll
quickly through grass, as tall as my knee, and the
trailer house sits farther and farther away, alone
in the moonlight, squares of yellow on its dark
surface, nothing for hundreds of yards around but
grass and a few stunted mesquites. The cows'
drinking pond reflects lunar light, and ripples
gently with the occasional frog and snake.
stop your croaking sounds
I have been angry and I
want to be alone.
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Tumblefrog
Green knit fabric frog
Lying with a grown child, and
Comforting to sleep.
Frog song plays in my memory as I journey to revisit
my childhood. Dusty country roads fog with rising mist
from pasture ponds.
Shadow bovine lows
hay bales stage frog concerts
"too deep" grandpa said
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(african clawtoed frog)
Standing tiptoe
Arms outstretched
Sleeping in suspended motion
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It could have just been chance that made me turn down
this seldom traveled road or it could have been the
gods. It is certainly a place that gods would come.
The utter peace of sunlit footpaths and twittering
birds caressed my sleeping heart. Distant sounds of
dripping water and the deep resonance of frogs drew
me nearer.
tadpoles playing tag
cascading over old stones
frogs rain upon pond
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frog's tongue seeks insects
buzzing disappears from air
mosquito, fly, bee
green ceramic frog
sticking out scouring pad
tongue above dishes
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another pond,
another frog, another sound
basho-ki
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hyperextended
sleeping froggy, crusified
on water cross
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grey clouds
singing froggy
concertoes
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from song, Tori sings:
"I think I'll call him Jethro"
new frog now has name
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real frog smaller
than eye of tiffany frog
smaller than his name
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plastic and plush frogs
keep croaking CD source sounds
real frog is silent
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he leaps and he hops
he's a short and fat toadie
Magneto's henchman
the movie version lost weight
but gained a long wicked tongue
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walking through this house
there is not one single room
without some frog there
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African claw toe
in balanced eco-system
but he seldom sings
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swim left, right, up, down
but only six inches
at a time
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I worry about
Jethro, captive in sealed cube
I go run errands
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Spring dawn approaches
and the sleeping frogs mumble
amphibian dreams
The lilly pad shines
with the frogs inner goodness
why can't the world see
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Far from the pond's edge
a frog hops on broken reeds
looking for his mate
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croaking melodies
camouflage my childhood
sweet memories
Wet songs echos
silken belly swells
Love beckons
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April eyes float
Feet dangle
A snake sees.
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The mantis watches
With his green, appraising eye
Nature's matre'd.
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A sky of petals
A world above with tadpoles
Watchful, golden eyes.
Tadpoles swim quickly
Birds hopping at waters edge
A yummy tasty treat
After Basho
Autumn -
even the birds
and clouds look old.
-Basho
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Spring -
windfall ghosts
dissolve to green.
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Frogs find old ponds,
the moon chokes on smoke,
poet questions:
Does he have the nerve
to follow Basho?
on a lily pad
a princely frog sat sunning
spinsters came running
gill breathing pauses
leaping from reality
in polliwog dreams
Frog steals center stage
Waves whisper, "Encore, Encore"
Happy Basho Day
green, spotted, eyes bulge
still all is not what it seems
kiss a miss princely frog
Slippery Slimy Froggy
Can Cause warts ya know
Licking Toads is much better
green amphibian
leaping the distance of myth
give the prince a kiss
When it gets too hot
Like a frog on a lit stove
Finally, I'll jump
Green is skin so slick
Toads croak in brown jealousy
Interspecies love
request for haiku
still sitting in my mailbox --
better hop to it
I awake
the silence broken
a frog's voice
frog leaps in poem
splashing through a leafy pond
I buy a big gun
not seeing the frog until that blink
by clicking on the mail eating frog
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