"tadpole" poems
when i have thought of you somewhat too
much and am become perfectly and
simply Lustful….sense a gradual stir
of beginning muscle,and what it will do
to me before shutting….understand
i love you….feel your suddenly body reach
for me with a speed of white speech
(the simple instant of perfect hunger
Yes)
how beautifully swims
the fooling world in my huge blood,
cracking brains A swiftlyenormous light
—and furiously puzzling through,prismatic,whims,
the chattering self perceives with hysterical fright
a comic tadpole wriggling in delicious mud
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you asked me to come:it was raining a little,
and the spring;a clumsy brightness of air
wonderfully stumbled above the square,
little amorous-tadpole people wiggled
battered by stuttering pearl,
leaves jiggled
to the jigging fragrance of newness
—and then. My crazy fingers liked your dress
….your kiss,your kiss was a distinct brittle
flower,and the flesh crisp set
my love-tooth on edge. So until light
each having each we promised to forget—
wherefore is there nothing left to guess:
the cheap intelligent thighs,the electric trite
thighs;the hair stupidly priceless.
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Little green frog
A little green frog is trying to catch my eye!
A little green frog is trying catch my eye!
It’s a tadpole-lite; it's lily lies,
It's sticky poison and feminine whiles,
A little green frog is trying to catch my eye!
Hoppity, hoppity, hoppity!)))))))
A little green frog is trying to catch my ear!
A little green frog is trying to catch my ear!
It's mouth is full of lies and it's belly's full of flies.
A little green frog trying to catch my ear!
Hoppity, hoppity, hoppity!)))))))
A little green frog is trying to catch my boat!
A little green frog is trying to catch my boat!
it's got to knock knees, and two bent legs,
A plastic smile and a crazy head,
A little green frog is trying to catch my boat.
It's up and down all night long;
splashing about in the water,
A little green frog's still tryin' to catch my ...
A little green frog's still tryin' to catch my...
A little green frog's tryin' to catch my boat!
Bless her soul.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
I shalt taketh her to the tadpole galaxy
Than to hoag's object
Than we shalt bypass the whirpool galaxy
Than onto sombrero's bright swirl.....
Than onto the pinwheel galaxy
Wherein we shalt be its pinballs,
Than up against the blackness of God's curtain of the universe abroad.... Onto the Andromeda, LMC to, than the milky way, earth's creational dust brew....
Bode galaxy shalt open us, to terrace of the aura, I shalt swayeth with mine home (mi amour') of distant mascara....
Yet she needeth no mascara, for her eye's art already arousing, **** elegant picture's, a model made in birth, her poetic stature's daily groweth bigger....her look's art a trigger, to take thee to thy face, making thee SEEITH dream's of thing's of holy grace!!!! An elegant being, with the spirit of an eagle, she soar's me to planet x, she's pure.....
The opposite of evil!!!!!!
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
V.B. Wigglesworth wakes at noon,
Washes, shaves and very soon
Is at the lab; he reads his mail,
Swings a tadpole by the tail,
Undoes his coat, removes his hat,
Dips a spider in a vat
Of alkaline, phones the press,
Tells them he is F.R.S.,
Subdivides six protocells,
Kills a rat by ringing bells,
Writes a treatise, edits two
Symposia on "Will man do?,"
Gives a lecture, audits three,
Has the ***** club in for tea,
Pensions off an ageing spore,
Cracks a test tube, takes some pure
Science and applies it, finds,
His hat, adjusts it, pulls the blinds,
Instructs the jellyfish to spawn,
And, by one o'clock, is gone.
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Malcom was fed 16 bullets because of his. A slug kissed the jaw of King Jr. and silenced him forever. Gandhi shriveled like snakeskin. Joan of Arc became Joan of Ash- so you can understand why Melle Mel was jittery scribbling it all down, on a napkin, at Lucy's Noodle Shop in Harlem. Sweat poured into his green tea. He thought Jesus hanging from the dull wood. Heard about the poet Lorca under an olive tree, shot in the back. Everyone has felt this way through, he thought, never could he have imagined what would happen when he pressed his thumbprint into vinyl. Hip-Hop was still a tadpole. The DJ had just learned to scratch a record and make sounds no ear had never conjugated. How was he to know Tupac and Biggie would follow his lead and get plugged with lead? So he wrote it down, in big curling letters, emphatic: DON'T PUSH ME
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
.#metoboot.
X O X
O X O
X X O
who the ****
was i supposed
to be calling?
#: but there's no
phone-number
and there's no
telephone...
let me just call up
a trend...
a meme...
funny funny...
not so funny...
it's still amazing
how existence drags
essence along with itself...
and that
essence is neither
a priori, nor a posteriori,
to compensate
existence,
being neither of the two.
since why should
existence be a priori
to essence,
or why essence
should be a posteriori
to existence...
oh... wait...
why essence should be
a posteriori to existence?
that part...
so why does the notion
of knowledge exist,
or the fact that some
100 year old old ****
gives life advice
about how he has
a 20 year old lover,
and he shoots a down trip
of ***** of 1cl
each day?
it's still a drag experience,
no, not Brighton drag queens...
existence drags essence
into its ontological conclusion...
mors mater...
muttertod...
matka śmierć...
mother death;
and? last time i heard?
she's the ultimus virgo,
she's the (do you couple
adverbs with verbs,
or verbs with nouns
in german? can you couple
adverbs with verbs?
ah... ad- Latin prefix:
toward... sure... an adverb
+ a verb sounds better than
an adverb + noun) hence?
letzemaljungfrau,
ostatnia niewiasta,
the last (or the lasting) ******
she can't exactly fake
******* over someone
to a dead pulp of prior to
tadpole whipped / egg white
cream.
*
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
*Life is an echo peeled
from the furthest star
a message in a bottle
waiting to be heard
And upon its reading
not a word rang free
for life is not a sound
but a motion which flees*
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
there was a little tadpole timmy was his name
to turn into a frog that was timmy aim
he swam around a pond in his tadpole state
to become a frog timmy couldnt wait
he waited patiently for limbs to grow
it would take a while the changing would be slow
as the weeks went by he began to change
he was very happy but a little strange
he just grew and grew in the little bog
until the day that timmy turned in to a frog
Mar 29, 2010
Mar 29, 2010 at 5:59 AM UTC
"May I introduce to YOU! " Wee Willie Frog of Mine. JUST because you're Green, You think you're "SO-FINE" ! Sittin with your nose STUCK-UP in the air, Jumpin here and Jumpin There!___ . Just WAITIN for the chance to "SNAP-OUT" your Tongue ,, Even as we sit here listening to the RIPPITING Song you've sung ! NO longer do they call you the Polly *** OR even the Tadpole swimmin under the Log. NOW _You're the GREAT BULL FROG of all time, Wee Willie Frog of Mine. Just because you're Green, YOU think You're So Fine ! From Lilly Pad to Lilly Pad You jump so Neat, Landing Perfectly on all Four feet. Looking around for Dinner to come Your WAY, Croakin OUT your songs all the day . Jumpin here and Jumpin there ! Sittin with Your Nose stuck UP in the air ! ALL can hear YOU in the night, Bellowing out your Songs with All your might. Wee Willie Frog of Mine, Just because You're Green,, You think you"re so fine ! The LORD Made You my favorite Pet, But I haven't seen you Jump in my Pocket YET ! MAYBE, JUST Maybe with some practice YOU'LL learn ALL the tricks, even the one with yellow Building Bricks.... " I Really Like It, That when I Call, * YOU Call RIGHT-BACK", Could it be , You want to see what's in my sack ? A SNACK for You is what I've brought, *SOME "Y U M M Y - B U G S * , is what I caught. "just for you ! ! Yes you're GREEN , yes You're SO FINE! ! "WEE WILLIE FROG OF MINE" "RIBBITT"
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 3:48 AM UTC
heartache is
a penny, leaving
greenish glows
in the palm of my hand,
its slick caress a kiss
against the inside
of my pocket.
its weight yearns
like a kindergartener
whose voice
wasn't heard,
who knows
everything there is to know
about outer space,
something she can feel
wrinkling, biting a hole
through her chest.
and this tadpole heart,
it struggles and flails,
gulping to life
between words
it never knew
how to say.
silently,
somehow,
this monster
in my mind
falls gently asleep
with the tide.
May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 2:28 PM UTC
Distill water is healing.
The moons voice manipulates the ocean,
By reaching and pulling away from the sand
the suns smile equips us with Vitamin C
The Water cycle is a universal enigma.
She starts of as clouds quenching our planet with:
Oceans, lakes, rivers, and water puddles
she evaporates into mist of waves
Camouflaging her family recipe in the sky,
While cooks up new baby clouds
its starts all over again like the tadpole evolution
even though we all take water for granted sometimes,
She still supplies our needs.
By Shannon Pollard
©Summer 2012
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 7:22 PM UTC
there was a little tadpole a friendly chap was he
swimming in a pond where he long to be
he would spend all day swimming round and round
he was very happy in his tadpole ground
looking for some food always on go
as the weeks by his legs began to grow
his body started changing now no longer thin
he had big round eyes and great big chin
now tadpole he had grown in to a lovely frog
he love to pass his days just sitting on a log
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 11:18 AM UTC
there was a little tadpole timmy was his name
to turn into a frog that was timmys aim.
he swam around a pond in his tadpole state
to become a frog timmy couldnt wait.
he waited patiently for limbs to grow
it would take a while the changing would be slow.
as the weeks went by he began to change
he was very happy but a little strange.
he just grew and grew in the little bog
until the day that timmy turned in to a frog
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
Being a girl,
Doesn't mean a three way hole,
Being a girl,
Means to be admired and respected as a whole..
Being a girl,
Doesn't mean that getting married is your goal,
Being a girl,
Means to be whatever your heart says to your soul..
Being a girl
Doesn't mean that (just) as a mother, wife or girlfriend is your role..
Being a girl,
Means that you need to prove yourself as a diamond in the mine of coal..
Being a girl,
Doesn't mean that entire your life you need to stay a tadpole..
Being a girl,
Means that you need to develop into a frog before getting ole..
Being a girl,
Doesn't mean that you are the negative of the dipole,
Being a girl,
Means that - you need to take your life's control..
Being a girl,
Doesn't mean to accept your worth to be ***** and *****
Being a girl,
Means to accept your beauty, not just the duty,
Being a girl,
Doesn't mean that you can be a heroine just in the movie..
Being a girl,
Means that you can be a superhero in real life - you can be a ruby!
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 4:56 AM UTC
please help
us fragile
human creatures
to remember
our dreams
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 12:25 AM UTC
i will watch you fly,
like a migrating bird,
and i will pretend
that i didn't see a smile of relief
upon your face
or a new spark of freedom
in your eyes.
i will watch you soar,
like a roaring jet,
and i will pretend
that i didn't see the way you looked at him
or the downwards shift
in your disposition
when you realized that you were still mine.
i will watch you leap,
like a grown frog,
and i will pretend
that you are still a tadpole,
and always will be,
and will never leave.
i will watch you fly,
and i will pretend
that i have stopped loving you.
(a.m.)
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
there was a little tadpole Timmy was his name
to turn into a frog that was Timmys aim
he swam around a pond in his tadpole state
to become a frog Timmy could not wait
he waited patiently for his limbs to grow
it would take a while the changing would be slow
as the weeks went by he began to change
he was very happy but a little strange
he just grew and grew in the little bog
until the day that Timmy turned in to a frog
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 11:08 AM UTC
Log floating in the green stream:
jetting away in the flow,
now I'll stop in the thicket,
uncovering the cricket-song
trapped in the reed-locks.
Splash! that's a tadpole miss;
The trouts, they are laughing.
Gone! that's an angler's bait in vain.
Cranes have got their picking.
There's a hundred suns around.
This is a bubbly babbly morning.
Onward forward I flow, reed in tow.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
little Timmy tadpole he lived in a pool
underneath the rocks where it kept him cool
swimming round round in amongst the ****
chewing as he went this was his favorite feed
Timmy he was growing and he began change
he grew arms and legs he looked rather strange
his body changing shape it was going round
now he was a frog and he could jump around
one day in the pond on a lily pad
sat another frog this made Timmy glad
now he had a playmate and they began to play
having lots of fun and passing time away
swimming round the pool jumping on to land
hopping round together playing in the sand
then they both got tired hopped for a sleep
back to there favorite lilly pads in the pool so deep
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
when some said hello
some said ha ha,
said holmes without sherlock to signal a sighting
in signature of fingerprinting a shake;
but some said hello,
some shook some with stipend erased freezing;
after all... the doctor allowed a carcass to instil a freed numbness!
a clown frowned attempting to be picky with laughter
mascaraed, and then all hell ready to be hibernating yawned
ready from the hyperbole excused ******* a tadpole into thinking of frogs.
oh we loved the laugh the pouch of orange juiced pulled apart and pulped
into skins and skinny; we were all ready for a hajj there and then!
ha ha! make that scented with coriander!
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC
Anybody etches the longwave, tadpole lyrical,
and its a poem (woa- teakettle, tweaker)
Satellite poem, thunder poem, ******** poem.
Sevens sluttiest angel writes a eulogy so beautiful that we give her the title of funeral director.
We just give it away. (Its still only a eulogy)
I have ten toes and ten fingers. Ive counted on them. I wrote a poem about getting
a bikini wax, and its still only a poem. A joke. Only tadpole lyrical. I wish it had a
revolutionary hermit to choke it with fingers that taste like black pepper and motor oil,
and then to rake its fall crumbles into ruffles,
and then all aboard the sci-fi fantasy. /Radiant,
radio the masses, raffia slipping, I got the zipper of my winter coat stuck in orbit, you sea/Ive got a poem to
write about synthetic jungles deep underneath our cities, lush with fiber-optic
wire, you say. Air rich, the mountain.
Find yourselves in dungenous traps: dead-blue thou art.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 8:38 AM UTC
Stevieg and Karen you could feel the heat, of
the fire that is. Looking in to each others
eyes as both recited soppy love poetry. I'll
write you a song let us walk in the woods
suggested Stevie.G.
As they entered a deserted
hotel Stevieg did change from who he used to
be as a piano could be heard by Karen is that
the shining in G major? As Stevieg grabbed a
fire axe HOLY **** screamed Karen as he came
running, in a room she did hide kneeling down
nervously, then the axe hit the door repeatedly,
as it began to splinter the final blow and through
a head came screaming HERE'S STEVIEG.. with
.a final scream the axe was buried deep, Stevieg
ran to the camp Tadpole asking whats that on
your shirt, corn syrup he said nervously.
Lolly was talking to tadpole about the Sons of Anarchy,
I was biker once said tadpole would you like to see
how I ride? blushing Lolly said sorry Charlie Hunnam
is the only ride I want on me. Tadpole and Stevieg
followed by Bri Mar a little too drunk now went
skinny dipping as it was a lake and free. All laughed
as they hadn’t done anything like this since there
teens asking Lolly to join in but Charlie Hunnam
turned up and said you ready for that ride? A
smile from Lolly could be seen.
Swimming
drunkenly around but in the distance could be
heard a song. The jaws music this could not be.
It grew louder they swam for the shore as Tadpole
sank beneath the water now red as the two
thrashed fiercely but then Bri Mar disappeared
as he screamed **** YOU FISHY.. Stevieg was
about to climb ashore thinking he’d survived but
there was one more surprise as he was kicked
in to the water by Jambo the last words he heard
that’s what happens when you disagree with
me, then jaws opened wide the shark swallowed
him whole never again to be seen.
TUNE IN FOR THE FINALE TOMORROW*
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 4:44 AM UTC
there was a little tadpole timmy was his name
to turn into a frog that was timmy aim
he swam around a pond in his tadpole state
to become a frog timmy couldnt wait.
he waited patiently for limbs to grow
it would take a while the changing would be slow
as the weeks went by he began to change
he was very happy but a little strange.
he just grew and grew in the little bog
until the day that timmy turned in to a frog
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC