Siva
Foothills of the Himalayas.
How vast and towering, Mount Meru!
From that icy, lifeless peak
behold the plains
and pains
of men!
Frozen, jagged jewels
merely compound his charms
and devotees still jostle
to be martyred in his arms.
One defines oneself by others,
cannot be big or small alone
and, but for the one that we outgrew,
how would we know that we have grown?
If my tadpole
turns into a frog,
how should I complain?
And if my soul
incarnates as a dog,
who will agonise
his canine pain?
poem by Brian Taylor
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Growing Up
Little Tommy Tadpole began to weep and wail,
For little Tommy Tadpole had lost his little tail;
And his mother didn't know him as he wept upon a log,
For he wasn't Tommy Tadpole, but Mr. Thomas Frog.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Trails Of A Face
As I travel the trails of a face
two lakes of brilliant blue lay quite
on the foothills of a lonely peak
Great canyons of age stretch long
across the open plains, concluding
in the gaping abyss that spits
forth our soul. All this i see
as i travel the trails of a face
poem by Jackson Taymans
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Phileas the Frog
Phileas the frog was awfully large -
To see the muscle in his thighs -
A sight bedazzling to your eyes!
With plenty there to feed a town -
If you would dare to take him down!
Phileas the frog could tow a barge.
One hefty bound could clear a tree -
A scary sight I'll guarantee!
And something else to make me dread:
Were he to land upon my head!
Phileas the frog was known as 'Sarge -'
Accounted by that massive chest.
No other frog would care to jest
That tidy Phileas!
So if you've sense and know your place -
And hold some value to your face,
Then don't get supercilious
With Phileas!
Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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For M., THE Wanderer
you did not choose it
it is there already
you want to remove it
it just can't be
you ignore it
and learn to live
you sleep the whole day
and at night
you party the hours away
it is still there
it is choking you
somehow you know where
to take air
and breathe
in this everyday struggle
they claim they understand
your pain
you do not and
cannot ever believe them
some have fallen
and have become forgotten
others are happy of their
demise
it is you who understands
so well
and so you have
decided to wander
the desert land so vast
knows your pain
the mountains that are silent
knows the intensity of
your pains
the rivers and waterfalls
sing for you
they all know your pain
the plains lay the grass
for you
they know about your pain
and so you wander
not trusting anyone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Frog
France and China feed from your demise,
Restaurateurs are not exactly chums,
Oh how they rave about your tender thighs!
Gourmand orders - another frog succumbs…
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Matchmaker
Behind my house there is a quaint little pond
And every time it rains a little green frog responds
I know that he is lonely and cries into the night
He is longing to find a mate to be complete and all right
The heat is sweltering and he swims on afternoons
Longing for the rain during the night to voice his tunes
Sometimes he is resting on a moist mossy green rock
Looking around aware of his biological clock
On the other side there is a creek behind the pool
There is a small green frog all alone and it's cruel
So I went and captured the one by my pond
And brought it over to the creek to make a bond
Now my nights are filled with silence and peace
And one would think my good night's rest would increase
But instead I was wondering if the frogs getting along
Because if not - then what I did was totally wrong
This morning my neighbor that lives by the creek
Came over to complain about the noise at night's peak
She said that there is a whole family of green frog's right there
She will never know how happy I am about that - I swear
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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I'm not a diva. I'm a tadpole trying to be a frog.
quote by Toni Braxton
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Know my Pain
what is p.a.i.n,
pain is power asserting itself now,
usually expressed in the traumatizing rain,
letting your soul and your mind allow,
to bring about visions of despair,
that is towering over your heart,
what is a h.e.a.r.t,
a heart is howling expressions of a righteous tear,
yes, a heart is something that is always injured,
protected with a soul and mind,
that is always blocking a light,
leaving the heart confused and blind,
wandering and falling but still trying with all its might,
what is a s.o.u.l
a soul is a small outburst under layers,
indeed, a soul is something that needs pain,
yet, it doesn't have a heart,
it needs layers,
these layers are us humans,
humans complete the idea that,
(S.O.U.L) are (H.E.A.R.T) but is held down by (P.A.I.N)
fear my pain,
feel my pain,
hate my pain,
this is my pain,
KNOW MY PAIN
poem by Justice Bernard Brown
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Please Keep The Pain
please keep the pain
do not attempt to throw pain away
please be patient
do not scream do not tell the neighbors
do not shame pain by running wildly on the streets
screaming about your pain
please do not create a scandal for this
honorable family in pain
please keep the pain for a while and be honorable
there is decency in pain
keep this pain with a clean face on a smooth disposition
let your arms lay there
appease the pain
as though pain is a baby that you want to put to sleep
soon it will go
nothing is permanent in this world
nothing will last forever
the pain may not subside but soon it will have its right time
it decides to go by itself
there is no choice
we will have this pain too
our pains in silence
because we are honorable too
you will never know
we will never tell you we are decently in pain too
we are honorable
we do not make presumptions that we will survive
but we will
these pains that make us decent and honorable
our faces will not show these pains
we will not even tell
we just keep them without complaining
we are decent we are honorable
we are the survivors
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Frog's Fate
Contemptuous of his home beyond
The village and the village-pond,
A large-souled Frog who spurned each byway
Hopped along the imperial highway.
Nor grunting pig nor barking dog
Could disconcert so great a Frog.
The morning dew was lingering yet,
His sides to cool, his tongue to wet:
The night-dew, when the night should come,
A travelled Frog would send him home.
Not so, alas! The wayside grass
Sees him no more: not so, alas!
A broad-wheeled waggon unawares
Ran him down, his joys, his cares.
From dying choke one feeble croak
The Frog's perpetual silence broke: -
‘Ye buoyant Frogs, ye great and small,
Even I am mortal after all!
My road to fame turns out a wry way;
I perish on the hideous highway;
Oh for my old familiar byway!’
The choking Frog sobbed and was gone;
The Waggoner strode whistling on.
Unconscious of the carnage done,
Whistling that Waggoner strode on -
Whistling (it may have happened so)
‘A froggy would a-wooing go.’
A hypothetic frog trolled he,
Obtuse to a reality.
O rich and poor, O great and small,
Such oversights beset us all.
The mangled Frog abides incog,
The uninteresting actual frog:
The hypothetic frog alone
Is the one frog we dwell upon.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Frog In The Log
There once was a handsome green frog
who resided inside an old log.
He had cut two small vents
in the log for defense
but the stork used, as cover, the fog.
And he swallowed the frog in the buff
though just one frog was never enough
for a frog in a log
who can't see in the fog
daily life can be utterly tough.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Shiva 3- Vayulingam-Kalahasthi
Lord even should respire on earth heartful
Air bountiful hence is powerful
Proven record of a legend contentful
Of an altercation between Adisesha and Vayu fearful
Who the stronger were the two willful
Vayu was the accepted sucessful
Adisesha but defeated sorrowful
Yet all the victim was only mount Meru pitiful
Surged blow, diced the mount Vayu unmerciful
Demoted Meru, its triplet fell farther forceful
One at Kalahasthi turned a cave-temple zestful
Self-manifested the Invincible there blissful
Eventually Vayulingam essaying air truthful
Veraciously twosome lamps ever flickering dutiful
Acquired marks of salvaged spider, snake, elephant eventful
Air or Vayulingam evidently elemental factful
Lord even should respire on earth heartful
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Vernal Spectacle Vavroovahana Patra
Vernal Breeze blows delightfully;
Birds fly, twitter gaily.
God blesses devotees peacefully;
Devotees pray God devotionally.
Women devotees go to Shiva’s Shrine;
Beautifully kisses the sun Shine.
Devotees drinker the nectar of love as drunkard’s to wine;
God Shiva is the path shower, Director of Mine.
Spectacle of God’s shrine allures devotees;
I women, men plays waves of delight.
He blesses devotees with health, wealth;
Devotees are optimistic with mirth.
Vernal hymns reverberates in the air;
God fulfils devotees desire.
Nature is a Beauty;
Poets chant hymns with gaiety.
God loves devotees;
Devotees pray with delight.
Fragrance of flowers brings inspiration;
Beauteous is God’s mysterious creation.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Sick Frog
OK, it’s not something I ate
or my youthful wild days
catching up with me;
no – it’s not me taking turns to be
grumpy, and jumpy and mean-looking;
no, it’s not me dissatisfied with
my place in the food chain
or my place in the wild scheme of things;
or just being unhappy about the effects on me
in the wild accidents of evolution
or being a victim of Irrational Creation
or just unhappy in an existential sort of way
asking questions like:
What’s the meaning of it all?
Or
Is there a Heaven for Frogs
or are we just Dinner for the French?
and finding it all a Cruel Joke played on us frogs
by some Celestial Omnipotent Frog Being;
no, nor is it for want of sexual partners -
I mean I do croak-sing well enough
and I mount well enough
and get partners often enough during the mating season;
no, it’s not that at all…
I don’t know…I’m just a frog and it’s the nature of frog existence, I guess…
poem by Raj Arumugam
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The Land Of Beyond
Have ever you heard of the Land of Beyond,
That dreams at the gates of the day?
Alluring it lies at the skirts of the skies,
And ever so far away;
Alluring it calls: O ye the yoke galls,
And ye of the trail overfond,
With saddle and pack, by paddle and track,
Let's go to the Land of Beyond!
Have ever you stood where the silences brood,
And vast the horizons begin,
At the dawn of the day to behold far away
The goal you would strive for and win?
Yet ah! in the night when you gain to the height,
With the vast pool of heaven star-spawned,
Afar and agleam, like a valley of dream,
Still mocks you a Land of Beyond.
Thank God! there is always a Land of Beyond
For us who are true to the trail;
A vision to seek, a beckoning peak,
A farness that never will fail;
A pride in our soul that mocks at a goal,
A manhood that irks at a bond,
And try how we will, unattainable still,
Behold it, our Land of Beyond!
poem by Robert William Service
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How Nice To Be A Naughty Frog!
Reading love in your eye's gives me pride.
I am floating on that lottery winners tide.
I am your ugly frog you lovingly kissed.
Turning into that handsome dream Prince.
How Nice To Be A Naughty Frog!
You treasure my sexy body essences pure.
Charming love pleasures divine for sure.
Our body odours sing affectionate songs.
Paradise concealed in your legs so strong.
How Nice To Be A Naughty Frog!
A stream flowing in paradise lasting forever.
Dashing country pursuits seeking pleasure.
Making love with an handsome Frog dear.
Your naked beauty outstanding and clear.
How Nice To Be A Naughty Frog!
Your tadpole eggs wriggling inside I adore.
Giggle on that dream cloud with you amore.
Pleasures amongst fragrant flowers all fun.
Under golden lightning of that sinking sun.
How Nice To Be A Naughty Frog!
poem by Anthony Fry
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A Little Frog
A little Frog could well be
A beating Frog in camouflage
A jumping Frog cold, scary
A poisoning Frog breathing through the skin
An Underwater Frog flooding…
A Drowned heart in love with...
The little Frog.
poem by Florida Angel
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Pains Of Predjudice
I have experienced pain
Undeserving and vivid pain
Pains of rejection and pains prejudice
Pain when my rights were wronged.
Pains while others endure undue harm
My heart aches, my mind bruised
From pains of emotional abuse.
I have seen and experienced it
Read about it, still living it.
Pains of prejudice.
poem by C. Albert Andrews
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Last Pain
How much more pain can this fragile soul bear?
Hostility-Repugnance---Antipathy--
Every time, everywhere rejection, despair, depression and my chains of pain lingering always
Forced with drawls, misunderstandings, dejection
No love, concern, sympathy
Formal kindness, helping, hospitality
Life runs into a cold death and wasteland----
Lifeless, warmth less, frozen still slumber.
poem by Green Peace
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