Goldenrod Suite
In a field of
grasshopper heat
of
the pride
the prone
of
the all that
is forever gone
of
crow hops-hops-hops
down a bug
of
a bridge I built
across the creek
of
frogs that
take a peek
of
overhead
an eagle soars
of
a mouse
fast in the grass
of
cattails
around the pond
of
a snake, branched
hanging on
of
upon seeing me
falls and is gone
of
a sea golden
and green
of
sadly seeing
yesterday's dream
poem by Midnights Voice
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Do The Easter Bunny Too Funny Hop
Bunny shakes his head
like he's whiping hair back and forth
puts his right foot in
hops on one about
he does the bunny spin game
while putting humpy dumpy on the wall
thats what a bunnys all about tweet tweet
now eats a carrot loves green food
easter bunny teach us all how to eat good
puts you inside the bunny hole
with holding a corkscrew
bunny puts his left foot in
and shakes it all about
then he loves to cry and tear
while eating onion rings from a garden
piggly the pig said's I'm gonna get rabbit
fluffy bunny ears long as ears of corn
long tail of easter bunny to have fun
easter bunny hops hops and hops
do the easter bunny too funny hop
while drinking orange juice to keep spirits up.
poem by Tommy Laster
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Of Hopping And Of Hoping
a kangaroo hops
perhaps finding discomfort
on the grass below its feet
or sensing danger
of the strange sound around
it hops
and hopes for something better
on the other hill
i sit here
unable to hop like this silly kangaroo
sensing my gaze
as a dangerous haze
does it ever know
how hopping can destroy
hope that does not know
how to hop?
i hope for some better things
in my life
i will take chances under these trees
resetting some leaves
and twigs
to see the skies
and the sun that must
this morning rise
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Set a frog on a golden stool, away it hops to reach the pool.
Hope
Hope hops like a grasshopper
That seeks to visit Greenland
Where fairies and their kins
Dance on the ruins of melancholy notes
You will find them rowing small boats
As beautiful as the petals of a yellow flower
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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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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When the cat hops around, bad weather is on the way.
A Nonsense Poem - a Villanelle
A little mouse sings in a bowl
A little fish runs on a wheel
A little worm hops in a hole
A little hat has lost its sole
A little petal has no peel
A little mouse sings in a bowl
A little dog dances a reel
A little frog jumps on a mole
A little fish runs on a wheel
A little boat rings out a peal
A little bell loses its keel
A little mouse sings in a bowl
A little rock slips on a seal
A little perch walks on a pole
A little fish runs on a wheel
A little card shakes on a deal
A little sigh fancies a meal
A little mouse sings in a bowl
A little fish runs on a wheel
poem by Alison Cassidy
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The wagtail hops and flaps its wings, but the male dove feeds and coos.
Rain and shine remain
main course - imagination
holds no hops as vain
haiku by Jonathan Robin (24 October 2006)
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The Crane And The Snake
The crane spreads its wings
while the snake coils to strike
both have great agility
and flamboyance when they fight
The crane hops, the the snake slithers
they sleep at night, near soft flowing rivers
For days the crane plays
bopping its head
swaying it many ways
before standing on one leg
All white
and inocently pure
the snake sees this dance
as an enticing lure
The snake slithers nearer
to have a better view
all this is happening
under a morning mist and dew
But the cranes alert
she knows whats there
peeking out from the bush
under this damp air
The snake gets closer
close enough to strike
the crane blocks with his wing
and postures for a fight
But the snake backs of
smiling at the crane
while the crane stands on that one leg
smiling back just the same.
Charlie Vergara
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poem by White Tiger
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While He see the two playing there
How much I miss
Kyla and Tinkie today
that now plays at another place
and I see the big black dog
and the very small white one
with her big eyes
that run together
in immortal fields
and the small one hops up and down
in the long green grass
while she tries to keep up
and make barking noises
and it’s Kyla that herds off Tinkie
like a mother looking after a small one.
At a stream
with clear transparent water
small Tinkie waits patiently
with her pink tongue
hanging out of her mouth
while Kyla swims like a otter
up and down
and barks her greetings
to a African red knobbed coot
who drifts with babies
on the water
and in the shade
of a big old willow tree
is the Creator of all things
and there’s a smile
that goes from His mouth
past His eyes
while He watches
the two playing there.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Girl I Love She Got Long Black Wavy Hair
Whoah, the girl I love, she got long black wavy hair
I do declare!
The girl I love, yeah, she got long black wavy hair,
Ah yeah,
Her mother and her father, lordy,
They sure dont, sure dont allow me there.
Well i, Im goin back to my baby, lord i,
I swear I wouldnt lie, yeah
I never saw that sweet woman yeah in-a
A-five long years gone by, yeah.
Well Im goin ho__me, Im goin home
cause shes a sweet little darlin, ah
I said I been away, ahh-far too long,
I been away too long.
Take it jimmy!
Well, my baby when...
She shakes just like a willow tree,
Yes she does.
My baby, when she walks, ya know
She shakes like a willow tree, yeah.
Ah-that mean, mistreatin baby she know she
Hop, hops all over me.
Oooh.
Yeah!
Alright!
Hops over me...
song performed by by Led Zeppelin
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Old Mother Laidinwool
Old Mother Laidinwool had nigh twelve months been dead.
She heard the hops was doing well, an' so popped up her head
For said she: "The lads I've picked with when I was young and fair,
They're bound to be at hopping and I'm bound to meet 'em there!"
Let me up and go
Back to the work I know, Lord!
Back to the work I know, Lord!
For it is dark where I lie down, My Lord!
An' it's dark where I lie down!
Old Mother Laidinwool, she give her bones a shake,
An' trotted down the churchyard-path as fast as she could make.
She met the Parson walking, but she says to him, says she: --
"Oh, don't let no one trouble for a poor old ghost like me!"
'Twas all a warm September an' the hops had flourished grand.
She saw the folks get into 'em with stockin's on their hands--
An' none of 'em was foreigners but all which she had known,
And old Mother Laidinwool she blessed 'em every one.
She saw her daughters picking an' their children them-beside,
An' she mowed among the babies an' she stilled 'em when they cried.
She saw their clothes was bought, not begged, an' they was clean an' fat,
An' old Mother Laidinwool she thanked the Lord for that.
Old Mother Laidinwool she waited on all day
Until it come too dark to see an' people went away--
Until it was too dark to see an' lights began to show,
An' old Mother Laidinwool she hadn't where to go.
Old Mother Laidinwool she give her bones a shake
An 'trotted back to churchyard-mould as fast as she could make.
She went where she was bidden to an' there laid down her ghost, . . .
An' the Lord have mercy on you in the Day you need it most!
Let me in again,
Out of the wet an' rain, Lord!
Out of the wet an' rain, Lord!
For it's best as You shall say, My Lord!
An' it's best as You shall say!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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I thought Paulie could jump. I know he's not fleet of foot, but at least have some hops. I guess we know who is not going to win a gold glove. I was trying to become a spokesperson for the U.S. Postal Service.
quote by Billy Koch
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Phunky Rhymes
Written by: vanilla ice, zero, tha hit men
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.
Bmi.
Drums: steve williams
Background vocals (rap) by: vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
I draw my rhymes like a bow
Shoot em out like an arrow.
Swoopin on suckers like an eagle not a sparrow
Im walkin a wide path.
I never ever walk it narrow
Steppin on stage with funky hip hop apparel.
I got the funky rhymes
Sometimes they leave ya scared bro.
Its like lookin down a shotgun barrel
Pump up the sounds to the max.
As if ya dare yo, my groove is dope
An I hope that youre prepared so,
Give it up smooth cuz the ice is got it sewed up
The bum rush is on, an vanillsa gonna blow up
Dead in your grill - loc.
Im kickin it real fly - hops
This is how its done homies,
An ya know I got funky rhymes.
I got the rhymes thats pumpin
Keeps the jeeps bumpin
Sounds thats thumpin
Women wanna jump in
I ride down many streets
Rockin all the big beats
My albumss on the top
With a bullet for many weeks
This is how its done - see
Doin it for my fnas g
Doin it for dallas an everybody in miami
Thought I was down with luke
No but heres the scoop
You make all your loot -
But ya cant even pay your group
Well man thats straight wacked!
In fact, I hate that
Watch yourself cuz ya might get paid back
All this funky dope stuff
Im kickin it real fly - hops
This is how its done homies
An ya know I got funky rhymes
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Phunky Rhymes
Written by: vanilla ice, zero, tha hit men
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.
Bmi.
Drums: steve williams
Background vocals (rap) by: vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
I draw my rhymes like a bow
Shoot em out like an arrow.
Swoopin on suckers like an eagle not a sparrow
Im walkin a wide path.
I never ever walk it narrow
Steppin on stage with funky hip hop apparel.
I got the funky rhymes
Sometimes they leave ya scared bro.
Its like lookin down a shotgun barrel
Pump up the sounds to the max.
As if ya dare yo, my groove is dope
An I hope that youre prepared so,
Give it up smooth cuz the ice is got it sewed up
The bum rush is on, an vanillsa gonna blow up
Dead in your grill - loc.
Im kickin it real fly - hops
This is how its done homies,
An ya know I got funky rhymes.
I got the rhymes thats pumpin
Keeps the jeeps bumpin
Sounds thats thumpin
Women wanna jump in
I ride down many streets
Rockin all the big beats
My albumss on the top
With a bullet for many weeks
This is how its done - see
Doin it for my fnas g
Doin it for dallas an everybody in miami
Thought I was down with luke
No but heres the scoop
You make all your loot -
But ya cant even pay your group
Well man thats straight wacked!
In fact, I hate that
Watch yourself cuz ya might get paid back
All this funky dope stuff
Im kickin it real fly - hops
This is how its done homies
An ya know I got funky rhymes
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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No More 'Scha-nookie Dookie' Made
You say you married a skunk.
And I feel more like a monk on a donkey.
All I get to hear is junk.
With lots of lumps on me you dump.
You say you married a skunk.
And I feel more like a monk on a donkey.
No more quick done rabbit humps.
With less hops from a bed that jumped.
I hear our neighbors say,
How I treat you nasty everyday.
That's your way of mutilation.
I hear our neighbors say,
What I do and how I spend my pay.
You've been putting our business in their way.
And you will pay for that one day.
Your humiliation has decayed.
And your wicked stubbornness is sick.
No matter who you get to defend your...
Schanookie dookie that you make.
You say you married a skunk.
And I feel more like a monk on a donkey.
All I get to hear is junk.
With lots of lumps on me you dump.
You say you married a skunk.
And I feel more like a monk on a donkey.
No more quick done rabbit humps.
With less hops from a bed that jumped.
And no more 'scha-nookie dookie' made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Bird and Frog Finish Up
All was fine in the forest.
Sun beams glistening
through the trees
Stillness all around,
everything as it should be.
Lonely in his pond frog had
resigned to never being loved.
He saw the deers
going about in pairs
Even raccoons had families,
females by the scores
But nair a frogess anywhere
would respond
to the most practiced ribbit.
I guess as frogs go
he was much a horny toad.
So he sat alone
in his tepid mossy pond.
On an average morn
in the glistening beams
of forest floor,
with his eyes practically
atop his head,
he spotted a beautiful creature
he knew he must wed!
Graceful, swift, slim,
with the song of a crane,
she gave him the hops
something fierce!
He began to croak
knowing usually this led
to nothing more than a joke
on his bestead.
But he sang his gullet out
to gain the attention of
his intended wife.
Swooping down he feared
with a peck and one gulp,
she would turn him down by
making breakfast of him.
Stead she chirped a reply
to his shocking glee,
he understood her
he could not deny
was an astounding
“I really dig you”
With you slick green skin,
bumpy tattoos,
pretty song you sing for me.
I swoon until the noon,
None of the other birds
do it for me like you do,
Hence I have been single
without an egg to roost
and never a feather plucked
by a green hot bird”
Then beak to gullet
he laid it on her
No dumb frog
he wasn’t letting
a sexy bird get away!
A kiss that the forest
could not understand.
But the beginning
of a great romance.
The mossy curtain
was pulled.
Not long after a shingle
was pecked, hung
Mr. and Mrs. Frogbird’s pond
“If it be a splashin‘,
no camera flashin‘,
and don’t be trashin’
our strange love.'
For many years to come
frog and bird
will get it done.
poem by Sandra Dodd
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