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"amphibean" poems
It's dark outside except for the pale glow of a fingernail moon sailing through the starry sea of night. The wind has tucked itself to sleep with the birds, weary of bustling about and playing with my hair. The whippet snuffles his way along the rabbit trails, delighted with this late night walk, white tail wagging in the air. I wander down by the edge of the swamp, grass all soft and dewy 'neath my feet and spy the pallid uoow reflected upside down, between the reeds along the creek.   The constant, shrilling chorus of frogs and crickets drills my ears yet I find it strangely soothing -  a well known voice across the years. I turn to walk back, whistling the dog and notice in the low fields,  the usual ethereal  fog begin to form.   I look up at the dark shape of the house and see light from my kitchen window painting squares upon the lawn. Amphibean bodies seek the brightness, bellies pressed against the glass and if you warm them with your finger on the other side, they move.   My man and I  bet kisses on whose frog would move the most -  one of those silly games you play when you're in love. As I close the door behind me, grabbing logs to feed the fire, the dog flops down upon the hearthrug letting warmth dry swampy mire. I make cocoa in my blue mug then pull down the kitchen blind - cutting off the froggy light source - abruptly silencing the choir.
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Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 8:42 AM UTC
emmie-van-duren
Last walk of the day
It's dark outside except for the pale glow of a fingernail moon sailing through the starry sea of night. The wind has tucked itself to sleep with the birds, weary of bustling about and playing with my hair. The whippet snuffles his way along the rabbit trails, delighted with this late night walk, white tail wagging in the air. I wander down by the edge of the swamp, grass all soft and dewy 'neath my feet and spy the pallid uoow reflected upside down, between the reeds along the creek.   The constant, shrilling chorus of frogs and crickets drills my ears yet I find it strangely soothing -  a well known voice across the years. I turn to walk back, whistling the dog and notice in the low fields,  the usual ethereal  fog begin to form.   I look up at the dark shape of the house and see light from my kitchen window painting squares upon the lawn. Amphibean bodies seek the brightness, bellies pressed against the glass and if you warm them with your finger on the other side, they move.   My man and I  bet kisses on whose frog would move the most -  one of those silly games you play when you're in love. As I close the door behind me, grabbing logs to feed the fire, the dog flops down upon the hearthrug letting warmth dry swampy mire. I make cocoa in my blue mug then pull down the kitchen blind - cutting off the froggy light source - abruptly silencing the choir.
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Fair-weather front seat Lookin' at the moonbeams Solid, sympathizing The sun on the horizon Sippin' foreign coffee Listening to redwood heartbeats Smoking cigarettes in a black dress At 430 am, nonetheless. 430 am ocean breeze Quiet enough to hear a stop sign sneeze Counting all the bird calls Staring at the fog walls Making entities out of mist and light And thinking about where to crash tonight Or where to drink- How arousing is pink? Pink, plush lips on a long skinny straw It's amazing how I get anything done at all, Always thinking about *** Always thinking about **** He asked for a smile, I said, "Whatever you need." Got some stories I don't care to tell Got a family I don't know so well So, which do you trust? Your love or your lust? Have no resistance at all And get kicked around like a rag doll. My eyes get withdrawals When I ain't near the stars My ears and nose start to bleed When I ain't near the sea Bi-ped amphibean Transplant Caribbean Sittin' here wrongin' wishin I was belongin'
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Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
rita-g
Fair Weather
Fair-weather front seat Lookin' at the moonbeams Solid, sympathizing The sun on the horizon Sippin' foreign coffee Listening to redwood heartbeats Smoking cigarettes in a black dress At 430 am, nonetheless. 430 am ocean breeze Quiet enough to hear a stop sign sneeze Counting all the bird calls Staring at the fog walls Making entities out of mist and light And thinking about where to crash tonight Or where to drink- How arousing is pink? Pink, plush lips on a long skinny straw It's amazing how I get anything done at all, Always thinking about *** Always thinking about **** He asked for a smile, I said, "Whatever you need." Got some stories I don't care to tell Got a family I don't know so well So, which do you trust? Your love or your lust? Have no resistance at all And get kicked around like a rag doll. My eyes get withdrawals When I ain't near the stars My ears and nose start to bleed When I ain't near the sea Bi-ped amphibean Transplant Caribbean Sittin' here wrongin' wishin I was belongin'
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