Several different endings to my life as a frog [under construction]
My lips are peopled with secrets Ill never get to taste,
whole populations on indentations from my teeth
and the whistle I used all summer.
Every fateful day full of pulled muscles, playful tussles,
Ruffled hair and, once, a wish to be Farrah
Because she was strong and envied and damn!
If she didnt pull of feathered layers.
The secrets are hot as a marble held under a tongue,
on a dare from a dangerous boy.
He stepped on frogs and laughed at its guts
Coming out of its mouth, steaming.
Look at its little eyes! The blend in with the ground.
Look at its legs, all stiff tendons and ligaments,
broken like a picket fence in pointed pieces,
the bones all bayonets honed to cannibalize its brothers.















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"pull of feathered" = pull off* feathered
"He stepped on frogs and laughed at its guts" = He stepped on frogs and laughed at their" guts"
"its mouth" = their* mouths*
And then "it's" to "their's" in the last stanza.
"The blend" = They* blend
The only part I didn't really like as much as the rest was the second stanza; I kinda started to lose it there. But the last two stanzas definitely pulled it back up. I don't exactly know why. It may be because I didn't really like the rhyming a whole lot.
But yes, the rest was awesome.
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If you weren't real, I would make you up.
-Joseph Arthur
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and the whistle I used all summer.
I feel as if those two lines are unclear. As if it would read better were it :
whole populations leave indentations on on my teeth
and the whistle I used all summer
or
whole populations on indentations from my teeth
on the whistle I used all summer.
Whatever you think gets your point across. I'm just confused by it at this point.
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"If you can't laugh at yourself, life's gonna seem a whole lot longer than you like. " - Garden State
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roses are red
violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
this one doesn't?
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It grieves me that this is not a dirigible,
that the sea stows us as a song in the belly of a maestro...
Oliver de la Paz
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It grieves me that this is not a dirigible,
that the sea stows us as a song in the belly of a maestro...
Oliver de la Paz
I believe I only meant one frog in this. It's good you pointed that out because I'm going to have to think about whether I want it singular or plural. Hm.
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It grieves me that this is not a dirigible,
that the sea stows us as a song in the belly of a maestro...
Oliver de la Paz
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"If you can't laugh at yourself, life's gonna seem a whole lot longer than you like. " - Garden State
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roses are red
violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
this one doesn't?
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If you weren't real, I would make you up.
-Joseph Arthur
"once, a wish to be Farrah" this part of the second stanza doesn't seem to work to me
*I like the third stanza better with all of Bugs' corrections, I realized that's mainly why I didn't like it... but the last stanza still seems weird to me
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But you are in the ground with the wolves and the weevils
All a'chew upon your bones so dry
~the Decemberists
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