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Rainy day people and frogs
Packed New York streets, mossy bogs
Umbrella or bumbershoot
In quagmire and crowded route
Splashing masses, polliwogs

Precipitation, cascade
The alley or everglade
Plebeians and ***** toads
Wetlands, winding back roads
Holding brolly or sunshade

Mobs, croaker in the wallow
Soggy marsh, bypass below
A sprinkle, pitter-patter
Parasol, doesn't matter
Your bullfrog and average Joe
barnoahMike Dec 2010
_THEYwould EACH day  take the ROLL CALL ! !...iT WENT LIKE THIS=  GERRY GIRAFFE="here sir",   *SHARON SNAIL= "here sir",  SIDNEY SNAKE= "here sir",   DIANNE DEER= "here sir",  HERMAN HIPPO= "here sir",  FRANCES FOX= "here sir",  ....AND  it seemed like the list went on "FOREVER"! !    There were not Hundreds,, thousands or Millions ,,, BUT *HUNDREDS of Millions who were on the *ROLL CALL List !  Many often Wondered ,  How Long would it take to complete the ROLL ??  Many often Wondered ,,  Would They be on the List ??     EACH=TIME a *ROLLCALL  was answered ,, Another would wait in Heated Anticipation ! !    NO ONE HERE,,,Knows for sure,   When the Exact Moment of the * ROLL CALL Started,,  but= it is SURELY known for fact,,   EVERYONE WANTS TO BE ON "THE" LIST ! !    Some may deny the need for the List,   Some May doubt the Existence of the LIST,   Some may say "WHY EVEN HAVE  alist ?"   Some say "EVOLUTION" has brought us here ! !  Some not Understanding  ,have SHED MANY A TEAR>> LEONARD LION="here sir",    ADRIAN ANTELOPE= "here sir",   RONALD ROACH= "here sir",    MAUDE MOOSE= "here sir",   ... THEY STAND IN AMAZEMENT  as they see what looks like Surrender,,  Have Feared for their   VERY EXISTENCE,,,   Looking around in AWE,, EACH SIGHING for the Sorrow in Others Hearts , ....BUT STILL THEY ASK   ??  'W H Y THE ROLL=CALL?  > BERRY BEETLE="here sir",   *CAROL CROAKER = "here sir",     >>  THE *ROLL CALL does continue this very moment! !  AND......is  promised "TO GO ON"  til the " GREAT-GATHERING"...>FLOYD FLOUNDER= "here sir",   *ZELDA ZEBRA="here sir",.......    the list IS STILL BEING CALLED  AS  "W E     S P E A K "...simply waiting FOR  the Gathering,,    AND__the "calling "  OF their NAME  on the * ROLL-CALL*"
copyright 2010   barnoahMike             Mike Ham
Joseph Flores Jan 2018
Memories sweet ~
Salty dreams ~
Aqua-quixotic mind.
The last frontier ~
Summertime.

Girls Gone Crazy.
'In Surf I Trust.'
Bermudas.
Ray-Bans.
Beach or bust.

Abalone divers.
Seaside gusts.
Creamy skies ~
Blood-orange dusk.

Ocean perch.
Cliffside diving.
Crab claw, snap!
Child crying.

Nets ascending.
Fish school scatter.
Skipjacks dance.
Whale spray splatters.

Back bay blues ~
Cool to settle...
Boats return to quall.
Couples trek ~
Beyond the dunes.
Where love ~
Is known to fall.

Lights to glow ~
Dim to shining.
Rides and music ~
Boardwalk rising.
Dipped and Battered.
Fresh fish fryin'.

Flashing neon ~
Midway prattle.
"Step right up!"
Razzle-dazzle.
Ring a bottle.
Toss a dime.
"Winner, winner"
Every time!

At once and sudden.
Of my glimpse.
Soft-serve skin.
Perky sized.
Corduroy curls.
Topaz eyes.

Monokini ~
Thread bare brief.
Sheer to cover ~
Her coral reef.

Of my ask ~
To my surprise.
867-5309
Gently scribed.

Forelock flipped ~
Savory smile ~
Lips goodbye.
A kiss implied.

Boardwalk bevy  ~
Slow to nape.
Forth to wander ~
Eveningscape.
Foggy mist.
Lunar tide.
Surf and sand ~
All collide

Off the beaten ~
Of my stride.
Drunks and loafers '
On each side.

Sundowners.
Late night Croaker's.
Spent syringes.
Midnight tokers.

Spiny docks  ~
Cast slanted shadows.
Tiny shanty ~
On the shallows. 

Mild fire,
Silhouette.
Tiny dancers ~
Cheap wine fest ~
Marijuana pow-wow ~
Wasted luau ~

I've gots to go.

Back to camp.
Do-si-do.
Surfside fox-hole.
Jacques Cousteau

Sandy hollow ~
Tide in tow.
Pop tent clears ~
It's ebb and flow.

Underneath ~
A starshine drape ~
Edge of sleep.
Wide awake.
Unseen struggle.
No escape..

Dark abyss ~
Midnight still.
Blue Whale calf ~
Bloodlet trill.

Orcas make the ****



Eerie silence ~
Beyond the reef.
Mist and mizzle.
Much to sleep.
Roaring waves ~
Crash the beach.

Stretched a long ~
Sand and daft.
Dawn slowly cracks ~  
At the aft.

Pastel egg ~
In the sky.
Sunny side up ~
The morning rise.

Inspired sight ~
Dawn shine lends.
California coast ~
Never ends.

Sandy ribbons ~
Beach belt bends ~
Emerald coast ~
Santa Ana winds. ~

Wind swept sparkles ~
Main sails sway.
Catamarans ~
Balboa Bay.

Health nuts  ~
Spandex ~
Own the morn.
Cyclists. Runners.
Life reborn.

Bleach blond beatniks ~
Chap-Stick chicks.
Surfers paddle ~
Waves to pick.

Jack not nimble ~
Jack not quick.
Jack wipes-out!
Lickety-Split.

Quilt-patch slum ~
Checkered lots do fill.
A teenage infested ~
Squattersville.

Hawaiian Tropics
Silver Oxide
Pubescent hormones ~.
Flourish topside

Bohemian families ~
Converge on beach.
Along the Rocky jetty.
Mothers chase ~
Big straw hats ~
Rolling off the windy.


Lunchtime snack ~
Seagulls gather.
Gap-toothed kid.
Defends his platter.
Relentless gull wing ~
Pitter patter.


His dukes held up.
He stands to fight.
As the bird gawks aloud ~
He flees in startled flight.

Noontide high ~
Chaise lounge cozy ~
Calls my name.
On the dozy.

Sleeping. Headache.
Spittle drooling.
Sunburned.
I wake to wonder ~
Was I dreaming?

My summer daze!

Saw a paper ~
Tossed of mine.
As unfolded read:
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My summer days!
From late June into September , perpetual hot weather , her bounty increasing with each passing day , harvest reluctant , painful , ,inflicting rash , whelp and sting , staple of southern cuisine , native to Mother Africa , brought by enslaved peoples at Eastern shore , across Georgia eliciting painful reminders to dark days , pod to Croaker sack , plant -to -plant and row -upon- row !.........
Croaker Sack was slang for a burlap bag .
When that 'Crabapple' rolled down the mountain the coonhounds ran like stuck pigs ! Guys that talked tough an red-neck men got religion faster than a 'red tail' buzzing a chicken pen !
This crikker-croaker was the meanest buzzard that Georgia clay ever invented ! He hunted razorbacks barehanded an bear with a hickory switch , the self proclaimed meanest son-of-a ***** in the whole shooting match , self righteous raw meat eatin' , grain alcohol drinking bush-whacker you've ever witnessed ....
Copyright March 17 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved

This 'Cat' needed a minnow bucket for a shot glass !
The Fire Burns Sep 2016
Casting lines
dropping jigs
some of them tipped with pig

Chicken liver
on the river
channel, Blues or yellow cats

Texas Rig
rattle Trap
pull out that hot spot map

Spinner baits
attracting blades
casting lures in the shade

Spin cast
snoopy pole
custom rod, medium fast

Crappie and largemouth
catfishing in the south
lakes or rivers, even streams
sometimes of the gulf we dream

Finger mullet on the line
waiting on the drag to whine
sharks or rays, even trout,
man that what it's all about

Whiting or croaker
let's go catch some Redfish
or salmon for the smoker

Northern pike and walleyes
white bass and panfish
fishing under blue skies

Bring a rod and a reel
tackle box and cold beer
at the lake its the deal

Cast and wind
catch and clean
fried blackened or steamed
The Fire Burns Sep 2016
Well the Josh Abbot Band sings Matagorda Bay
but I’m pretty sure it’s all the wrong way
should be I’ve been walking it all day
casting a shrimp or mullet along the way
whether the river, the surf or the bay
or even  the intercoastal waterway

You can never go wrong fishing here
from the bank, the beach, or even the pier
maybe spring, or maybe fall
you will always have a ball
with your dad, in laws or college friends
it always pays in dividends

Of reds, whiting, croaker and trout
usually followed by a cookout
sometimes black drum or maybe a ray
either way, make them pay all day
casting a squid or maybe a mullet
the fish always bite, take it and tug it

After dark on a green light
try as you might
you just can’t find a lure they won’t bite
when the tide changes and shrimp are running
two at a time is for what you are gunning
tired, and sore, but you are tough

All night long until enough is enough
then to bed for some shut eyed dreams
then up again, as the morning sun gleams
do it again, as it never lasts

Creating memories of the past
to share with friends
and also the kids
of Matagorda Bay
Sugar frosted sorghum fields , icing on divinity branch , conjures
a few borrowed phrases scrambled in a Croaker sack . At latitude with
a blue tick coonhound sneaking a peek through the brambles that twist through the hedgerows at a meek , timid mink with a playful eye on morning snow ..
Curious Crow concerned with which way the wind blows , Eastern gray's curious as to why their shadows grow , chasing one another without a care at all , relax outside their sweet gum abode ..
Milkers in the onion field led to proper pasture ..Cowbells break the chilly silence , Red rooster performs *****-nilly atop the pole barn .. Guineas spinning yarns about the other end of the farm , lively geese turning heads for miles around ..
******* jack beagles bray for the edge of the soybean field with no desire for corncake and hot cereal ..
Copyright January 10 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Do you see the caricatures neath the full moon pines
The ghost of General McIntosh , spirits of Creek hunters along
the river brush
Old Timers whittling song flutes from bottom cane
Farrier's shoeing mules , work horses straining at the
crack of the whip , ferryboats treading shoals across the
foggy Flint
The voices of children in one room schoolhouses
The rousing , morning bell of little towns , the clap
of field wagons
A fiddler sawing a piedmont 'Rag'
The rustle of picking field peas with Croaker bags
Copyright December 20 , 2016 by randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
alaric7 Jan 2018
Tacitus admits croaker crowns taut history over unwritable forest.  
Near motel poetry chants land grabs, Selene overtops exuberant clay.  
Impudence arced Kentucky atheist,
                    alethia Schoenberg’s iron, Frick’s Pittsburgh.
Asbestos holiday rails at prairies’ lyrical pants.  
                                Judiciously insurrection arrives too late.  
Appled, quartered, windsor-knotted, waffen broken,
dasein eagle torn away, blood stews arpeggio, a fort children reach.  
Sea louse trawling deflects fluorspar.  
                                    Wipe out treasured.  
             Wipe away squiggles.  
Tamed Londinium troops to azaleas’ little meadow matinee.
The Proposal :                                                                ­                          
Make a list to stay relevant or-
make a list for the hell of it
Make a list for the gardener-
Jot a note to invoke ones dharma
Scribble a list for the trip to Florida
Pencil in a note to whitewash your karma
Take a feathered quill & record the days drama ...

A cobra without fangs makes a wonderful pet ,
Traverse the melancholy world in a silver jet
Scoop the hope of the crystal sea in a trawlers net
Whip Beelzebub into an obedient admirer
Order the hardwoods for your funeral pyre ..

Epilogue:
Transit the lay of the wicked world
Explore the thicket deeper as your destiny-
is unfurled ..
Collecting memories in a croaker-sack
The weight of the unforgiving earth on a weakening back ...
Copyright December 16 , 2021 by Randolph L Wilson *All Rights Reserved

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