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Betty Jul 13
A silent brown toad
Sits in a pond eating flies
Small world happy toad!
Do you ever wonder if we overcomplicate things?
Fern Apr 9
Oh, glorious and mysterious and wonderful creature

Before I knew of your oh so humbling features

I knew not the reaches of beauty in nature

But now I can see your elegance and mien

Outlined in the glowing stars of Ursa Major

Oh, having seen your dazzling sheen

Your enchanting colors, earthy and green

The wonders of nature are suddenly seen



I hear how the winds howl for you

How the lonely wolves cry not to the moon

Can you hear in their voices? It’s for you that they croon

When the beastly lion was crowned the king

They must’ve not heard how pleasantly you sing

For anyone who heard your siren-like tune

Would certainly crown you before the break of noon



Any creature, shark or flea

Surely admires the allure of he

The toad

The creation so splendid and fair

A sure sign that of nature, we should take good care
Happily Never After (the Second Curse of the ***** Toad)
by Michael R. Burch

He did not think of love of Her at all
frog-plangent nights, as moons engoldened roads
through crumbling stonewalled provinces, where toads
(nee princes) ruled in chinks and grew so small
at last to be invisible. He smiled
(the fables erred so curiously), and thought
bemusedly of being reconciled
to human flesh, because his heart was not
incapable of love, but, being cursed
a second time, could only love a toad’s . . .
and listened as inflated frogs rehearsed
cheekbulging tales of anguish from green moats . . .
and thought of her soft croak, her skin fine-warted,
his anemic flesh, and how true love was thwarted.

Originally published by Romantics Quarterly. Keywords/Tags: frog, *****, toad, prince, princess, curse, kiss, fable, true, love, magic, spell, croak, kingdom
Aquila Dec 2019
our love was-
Is-
Immature.
But it is true.
From toadstools upturned
To faerie jinxes,
It is true.
And I know, in my spirit,
That your hand was destined to meet mine.
One way or another.
I think I’ve found a good one. I don’t want to jinx it. But I hope I’ve found a good one. He is so lovely
Ken Pepiton Sep 2019
The Logic of the Toad
at the bottom of the slough of despond
ping ping rain drip

the very elixer of feistiness, they say
*******
make us make use o'the stuff

muscles are best for,
but virtually

estivation is our pre
servation

we wait on geotime for rain
and rise, toadish

to be kist orange by gaseous
exposure to

you, dear reader, a breath of fresh air,
if you cared to even try

to get understanding with it,
as wisdom tickled your

fancy fashionable meme chain.
A bit of something so long that if I were to post it here I fear seeming meme envious wishing for rain
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