I had a request to re-blog an older post I had made a few months ago… enjoy!
I love creepy urban legend tales of the unexplained!
Here’s your story on the misadventures of Missy Barton Devious Bloggery! You have most certainly given me the giggles! I hope you find it ribbiting! (heehee!)
Beware the Frogman
Erstwhile upon an epoch…
Squeaky Miss Missy Barton, was not use to living a life so strictly spartan,
She decided to go a jumping into reedy Isabella Lake, wearing her only plaid Tartan.
She was a few days older than just sixteen ,and maybe a smidgen and a speck, or just a bit naive?
Not to mention wide-eyed, innocent and sore gospel aggrieved.
Oh how she fancied those fairy-tales so exquisitely penned, living so brazen with pinks and in purple sin.
But she wickedly dreamed nightly, of castle knights who would touch her rosy chagrin.
Whilst exploring the lake on a hiking odyssey, she heard the provocative ribbit cacophony.
Humming it’s pleasure to the strings of her young high pitched heart’s frail modesty.
Sitting prestigious there on a sun warmed rock, she found him washing out his colorful socks.
This Frogman, bare web was sitting there looking dashing and all dapper in his tight fitting frock.
Turning her direction and catching her glance, he flipped out his tongue to flash with a lewd jiggy dance.
Delight escaping by contagious giggles, they could only adore fate for this rare happenstance.
Then jumping up close to spring up beside her, he burped a hello hoping for love, and to inspire.
Puckering his wet lips like in her fairy stories told, and cajoling a tease for a gentle reminder.
What could it hurt just this one simple kiss?
If there is magic afoot, he could then be her charmed prince!
Leisurely leaning into a painted slime smile,
and giving it her darnedest to make it worthwhile!
The longing and loving tongues tried to played,
but Missy has never kissed a prince or frog since to this day!
The jesters and bards try to tell it all in song,
of the day Missy from Isabella Lake got it terribly wrong.
Of course the Frogman took his wet sloppy kiss,
but now Missy must live with the memory and regretfully reminisce.
When one meets the Frogman and with him you cavort,
the only magic that happens is you end up with warts!
In a rush to things nocturnal
To meet you there forever eternal
I leave behind what no longer serves
In fantasy there is a swerve
Upwards curve of smiling cheeks
Happy eyes doth thou leak
A orbital parallel dream universe
A conscience awakened, no longer immersed
If only in dream to feel you near
Is my temporary consolation, for you my dear
Tiny dancing cricket
Will you sing for me
Seek alphabet rain
To set me free
From the worldly cares
That are troubling me
Sing little cricket
Please, for me
My heart is broken
My love may never be
I need your song
It may hold the key
To skip time back
When I lived carefree
Sing little cricket
Sing just for me
Mend my heart
With heavy hearted melody
Sing little cricket
How do you banish a lonely memory from seasoned mind?
The one that keeps you locked away, with me continuing to pine?
How do you escape from a loud sadness that threatens to echo eternal?
The quietness of dispair, its hush so loudly verbal?
How do you evade insanity’s escape of alluring intoxication?
The mad drunken carousel, spinning me crooked into scale damnation?
How do you hold on to sagacious faith, that you will one day return?
Finding beautiful ruin of sanctuary, it’s walls possessed of knowledge unlearned?
How do you not hear my leaden prayers arid with their smudgy tears?
Crying in need of your safety, ready for you to appear.
A creature of secrets,
One that never reveals
Believing nomadic life
Is one that is ideal
Abandon peculiar curiosity
Spurning all those who judge
Stalking, arms distance
Before pretty warblers begrudge
Cares of shabby shrubbery
Are scintilating delight
Kissing children’s noses
Their imagination takes flight
Bake me a breath
That paints my skin
Delicate of brush stroke
Blushing gourmet flavors
Leaving you wanting
For taste of more
Turns my old bones
Liquid in passion
More than they were
In giggled youth
Knowing that you
Crave my recipe
Or so we are taught
The heart to obscure
From expressive wrought
Fashioned by words
Scissor a paper heart chain
Each heart crafted unique
Finds our inner beauty
But when we lose
Where we shield
A broken heart
Sometimes never heals
Through ancestral woods exploring, I found a creek today
It was well hidden, but I was led to it by soft mossy pathway
Unable to resist the temptation to feel it’s wetness on my skin
I stepped into its shallows and I felt the magic begin
Cool clear water delights my toes
As it’s eddied memories slowly past me flow
Remembered knowledge of my brief youth
Startle me with its echoing truth
I’ve grown so ignorant in my advancing age
Or perhaps, gone numb with each years turning page
I’ve ignored the genius of my young innocence
Instead I’ve adopted a burnt char of exhausted brittleness
I’ve been looking so long, at all the wrong solutions
While muddying my name with a society’s pollutions
Now feeling the water carry away the dark energy toxins
Moisturizing my center, I can now see my options
If I could only stay here and in the water play
Let it hydrate me clean, and wear weary troubles away
I might be able to touch the little child, that’s inside me hid
Let her teach me my old ways, the ones before that I had forbid
And then with rapid clarity, and a sure certainty of truth
I realized this is the secret, I had in fact discovered the fountain of youth
It’s not a actual potion, or a hidden wishing well
It’s a feeling you capture inside, a remembrance, that’s the magic spell
We stay young through our heart, not though someone else’s eyes
But it’s with a unguarded child’s grace, that we are immortalized