Bug-Day Afternoon

[Maria2394]

...............please, I ask gently, that you do not quote or copy any of the poems on this thread regardless of who they belong to. I submit some of mine or publication and would prefer to be able to delete them at will. It is only respect and consideration that I ask for is this regard. Thank you, Maria

[Maria2394]

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[BooMerengue]

I have told you before and I'll say it again...

You should make a little book of your Frog and garden poetry! It's really great stuff, dollbaby! I would buy it!

[Maria2394]

Originally Posted by BooMerengue

I have told you before and I'll say it again...

You should make a little book of your Frog and garden poetry! It's really great stuff, dollbaby! I would buy it!

awww Boo, giggle, you wouldnt have to buy it, I would bring you a copy along with those candle sticks you wanted. Oh yeah, he has been working out oftown, has so much boilerwork he has taken a break from his wrought iron, but just as soon as things slow down at the power plants, I will get his butt out in the shop maikng your stuff, okay?

oh yeah, and thanks

[flyguy69]

With all these frogs about a flyguy can't help but be nervous, but their croaking song is so beautiful! Thanks for posting these, Maria!

Originally Posted by Maria2394

Goodbye, Sticky Frog

Sticky frog hung on for at least three miles
if I had only known, if I had only seen
his lime green leopard spot moist frog body
attempting to cling, perhaps I could have saved him.

It is just a hunch, nothing more
but it had rained heavily an hour before
and it is possible that he became displaced
during that ferocious storm.

Perhaps he was wedged beneath
a windshield wiper’s arm, or frightened
and hiding inside a wheel, but whatever
transpired, his sticky frog fate was sealed,

And when I raised the window, I saw him
frantically hugging, his sticky frog eyes were bugging
and his legs stretched out, and face contorted
by force of a thirty mile per hour wind.

I slowed down, hoping to stave his departure,
and what I thought would be a certain death
without an ounce of sticky frog dignity.

The last sight I saw of sticky frog, he was airborne
on Platt Springs Road. I like to think he landed
in a tree, it’s possible as almost everyone in
the frog world knows- to a sticky frog,
airborne or not, any tree can make a good home

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** no sticky frogs were actually hurt during the construction of this "poem"

I know these need considerable work, and if anyone has constructive comments, you can pm me, or just post them on the thread, thanks!!

I love this poem!!!!! Its best quality (in my humble opinion) is the way it tells a story. It's got a beginning, middle, and end to it. I also like that parts of it rhyme. If it were any other poem I would cave to my bias and push for alliteration, and lots of it. But this poem--this mini-story in verse--works perfectly. The poem actually seems like the sticky frog in that it is a *tiny* story, clinging to verse.

I wouldn't change a thing (unless you feel compelled to put in some alliteration, but that's just my own personal preference).

A hearty for Maria (in a good way...because it's a frog face and all... oh, nevermind).

[Rybka]

Originally Posted by Owera

I love this poem!!!!! Its best quality (in my humble opinion) is the way it tells a story. It's got a beginning, middle, and end to it. I also like that parts of it rhyme. If it were any other poem I would cave to my bias and push for alliteration, and lots of it. But this poem--this mini-story in verse--works perfectly. The poem actually seems like the sticky frog in that it is a *tiny* story, clinging to verse.

I wouldn't change a thing (unless you feel compelled to put in some alliteration, but that's just my own personal preference).

A hearty for Maria (in a good way...because it's a frog face and all... oh, nevermind).

It must have great potential Maria, if it drew Owera out of hibernation! - Now there will probably be more mulberry tree climbing (inside joke).

[Maria2394]

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[My Erotic Tale]

I love your rib-iting poetry <grin>

[flyguy69]

Originally Posted by My Erotic Tale

I love your rib-iting poetry <grin>

You mean rib-iting prose, MET. No, poetry. No, .....

A clever twist in the series, Maria!

[Maria2394]

awww, thanks MET and flyguy. I was working last 2 weeks in a power plant, and have tried to find something poetic about it, alas, the most poetic thing about the whole place was the people on the cnstruction crews that were there to fix her, to bring the beast back online so Anna could suck down the grid some more


and the murderers of the beast were electricians, armed with tie wraps and wrenches, while magnificent repairmen with cranes and welding machines stood in the shadows, ready to take her apart...

[BooMerengue]

Originally Posted by Maria2394

dear diary-
i have found the anti-pond. It is as was rumored, void of life, even the spiders are sparse and dry. There is a hum, constant, ear-buzzing hum through wires and the hissing of great green machines. They become a form of life on their own, after a while, and I grew accustomed to their whistle and whine as I would walk by.

I looked for poetry there. Inside and outside and there were no frogs, no flowers, but there was water and trees in the distance. A lake was visible from three hundred feet up and the air was incredibly dry and full of static power. I hummed along with the building, and swayed in the breezes that moved the closet sized room I was in. I still imagined the pond, what had blossomed, what had spawned and I closed my eyes and imagined the boiler was a pond, mechanical.

My dear Frog Queen!
Ahhh, you are mistaken! You say there is no life, but watch. No, there are no frogs and flowers, for what use are they? To make things pretty? That is not my design!

Here there is life if you would but look. Come closer dear. Step into me. Can you not feel the ooze around your ankles? The cold smothering mud? Come deeper; sway again with the hum and the dry crackling air. Feel your hair stand on end!

Now you see my plan. I will rule someday, though it still be a day far off. This lovely ooze will spread, the algae will grow, and new life forms emerge. Don't look so shocked, for you have seen me in your dreams, though you would call them nightmares. I laugh at your face, so innocently shocked!

Do you not love your automobiles? Your warm homes, your machines that do so much for you? You brave the dark with a switch, and think to chase it away. But the Dark is coming, and not so long, now.

Come, Maria! Embrace the ooze, the sludge that yet does crawl with life, however different from what you think you choose. Fear not, my love! We will be together someday, you and I! And your pen will find a new thing to write about!

Your new friend,
Auntie Pond

[flyguy69]

Originally Posted by BooMerengue

....Come, Maria! Embrace the ooze, the sludge that yet does crawl with life,
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I already tried that line with her, Boo. It didn't work for me, either.

Originally Posted by BooMerengue

My dear Frog Queen!
Ahhh, you are mistaken! You say there is no life, but watch. No, there are no frogs and flowers, for what use are they? To make things pretty? That is not my design!

Here there is life if you would but look. Come closer dear. Step into me. Can you not feel the ooze around your ankles? The cold smothering mud? Come deeper; sway again with the hum and the dry crackling air. Feel your hair stand on end!

Now you see my plan. I will rule someday, though it still be a day far off. This lovely ooze will spread, the algae will grow, and new life forms emerge. Don't look so shocked, for you have seen me in your dreams, though you would call them nightmares. I laugh at your face, so innocently shocked!

Do you not love your automobiles? Your warm homes, your machines that do so much for you? You brave the dark with a switch, and think to chase it away. But the Dark is coming, and not so long, now.

Come, Maria! Embrace the ooze, the sludge that yet does crawl with life, however different from what you think you choose. Fear not, my love! We will be together someday, you and I! And your pen will find a new thing to write about!

Your new friend,
Auntie Pond

Eek! Now THAT is just scary!

[Angeline]

a true story

Frogday Morning

When I was six they called me their Moyshe Kapoyer,
with but not of them, contrary to their conformity,
sinistral dark to their suburban light, outside and inward.
I was a spectacle of difference embracing books and solitude.

Once upon a nightmare of heavy rain I woke on the divan,
wet. I hid in shame's way, a big girl hearing the sluicing
rain, the poolside lawn chairs blown sideways, tossed
like discarded tops, and the pool bobbing with frogs.

Old men sagged bony frail in yarmulkes, ringing the concrete.
They waged war in madras shorts, black socks, and sandals,
brandishing nets, arguing technique, a school of Yeshive boys
pressed and jostled, freed from pilpul and years, freed again

tn some grassy bank of imagination, a riverside near Lodz
or Riga "Oh you missed him! You got to hold the net straight!"
while Tessa and I stared at the spectacle of grandfathers
shouting and tossing frogs that hopped across neon lawns.

[Maria2394]

Angeline, thank you sister frog, for the bee-utiful poem.

[Maria2394]

The gardens looking pretty good, but its been slightly raining for two days now. The frogs spend most of their time submerged, at least while Im out there, and the place is filling up with coleus, my new plant du jour fascination. I grew a humongous one last yearand Im enetring one in the county fair this year, along with some pickled peppers and a cheese cake

I saw your post about teh garden, Fool, and immedietly thought of the moonlight negligee. I still wear it sometrimes, when its warm and the skeeters arent too bad..I always d think of you when its on

[Maria2394]

perhaps, to competitions, new ezines, journals, etc?

oh, I kinda missed SOME of you guys, lol, thanks a whole bunch for writing, :P

[champagne1982]

How nice to see you. I hope your sabbattical went well

[Maria2394]

Originally Posted by champagne1982

How nice to see you. I hope your sabbattical went well

Nice to see you too!

My computer died. It was a long slow painful ( for me) death. I had to get a job(yikes!!) cause hubby said I had to buy my own. I dont blame him I named the new one, OT, for overtime, and its just a bonus that I adore LIt's OT too

Thank you for the kind welcome Champagne, hugs