I'm a 42 year old "wish to be writer."
I enjoy writing,reading,sewing and my son Matt.
Personally,I enjoy the beach at sunset,fire places,hot bubble baths in the candle light while listening to good music and a good sweet-dark wine.
I find that the best people to be around are the funny and honest ones.

Sit back and relax ... and read some poetry ... All written by little ol' me :)

The following 3 pages, are a discription of a journey through part of my past.
For those of you who are my friends, this might give you a better insight to me ... Froggy.
For those who don't know me, maybe these poems will help you in anyway or in any trial you may have or had ...
If I can help just one person, I hope you enjoy the effort beyond this moment.
Peace ... Froggy 8*)

All of my past, for if not for my past, these poems would not have been.......
And to my future, which will now be.......F.

GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

Remember games?

The kind that held no rules, Just made us all look fools.

Remember jokes?

Played always on the meek, Just made us all look weak.

Remember lies?

To tell the truth was sin, We did it just to win.
I speak not of the past, While kids we had a blast.
With age there comes a change, And now those kids seem strange.

GONE LIKE THE WIND

If I had the will, to foot my own bill, I wonder would I ever change.
The people I meet, cause me to retreat, By forcing me out of safe range.
So I play the fool, and live by the rule, That specifies silence is gold.
For often I find, that only my mind, Can keep me from feeling so old.
Since I can ignore, relationships poor, And still display Honor and Pride.
I must employ care, when looking to share, All the feeling I hold deep inside.
Yet as each day goes, I only suppose, That there is a guy who is right.
I wonder if he, is thinking of me, Or picturing me as his wife.
I learn much by ear, but often I fear, To let my emotions run wild.
My constant distress, helps me to regress, Into a forgotten lost child.
My dreams have soon made, a conscious charade, Of all that I once held in trust.
Then thoughts of love wane, by making me deign, To visions of passions and lust.
And yet I awake, before I mistake, A dream for the love that I seek.
The room I inspect, until I detect, That I'm alive although weak.
Now once more alone, a stronger cyclone, May build up again the next day.
Enhancing my wrath, by clouding my path, With thoughts that just won't go away.
Obsessed with this game, I pin all the blame, On forces that lie in my heart.
For when they start out, I never have doubt, That they want to tear me apart.
I bid them go back, instead of attack, A lonely, unarmed little soul.
And though they may rest, they come back to test, Each part of me that isn't whole.
So I move along, in tune with a song, And wonder when this will take place.
And after a while, I notice a smile, Has somehow appeared on my face.
Because when I think, of some missing link, That might allow room for a friend.
I notice in time, I'm stuck with a rhyme, That says love is-"GONE LIKE THE WIND."

SUPPOSE THAT CLOTHES.....

Heard a saying about our clothes, How's it go do you suppose.
Says that clothes must make the man, I wonder if they truly can.
Can a three-piece show off wealth, Or a sweat-suit prove one's health?
Does a hard-hat fight off harm, Do suspenders mean you farm?
How about designer jeans, Got to have by any means, Ever hear a pair just split?
Now those Kleins will surly fit.
What's a maxi-mini skirt?
Is a tank-top called a shirt?
Sure it is if your male, But a girl's another tale!
Think of how the day would fare, If there were no underwear.
Hides the dirt and most of the sweat, Then BO becomes a threat.
Threats for which there is no cure, Since we're all so clean and pure.
Eve and Adam had it tough, Walking Eden in the buff.

A DOG'S LIFE

Now once again, I feel the sin, of being quite alone.
And like before, it's such a bore, to try to find the bone.
A bone that's hid, beneath the lid, I buried in the ground.
My canine sense, no more intense, the hole cannot be found.
And so I sniff, but what's the diff;the bone was lost in time.
Another hole, another goal, and yet another rhyme.
A rhyme that marks, the filthy parks, I've defecated by.
The nights of fun, the fights I've won, the times I've had to cry.
The cries that ment,I lost my scent, a smell so strangely sweet.
From this I've learned, I just get burned, by every bitch in heat.

To keep your sanity......
You sometimes create your own world to live in.

A world of paper,
is the only world that someone can't take from you...

A FISH WISH

Another day, has come to prey,
On all that I've been taught.

Were I a fish, I'd only wish,
To live and not be caught.

The place I live, has much to give,
In serving those called Man.

Yet from the start, I learned to dart,
And travel in a clan.

My clan a school, that doesn't rule,
Or place me in a class.

I learn no hate, but in this state,
I know all things will pass.

My sleep is light, thus aiding flight,
When bigger fish must dine.

For it's a job, to try to rob,
A worm from off the line.

Although I try, to question why,
I do not live on soil.

I really think, the air I drink,
Is changing into oil.

For in Man's haste, he dumped his waste,
In all the deep blue seas.

So should he eat, my tender meat,
I'll give him back his disease.

YOU CANNOT WIN

My greetings to the human race,
From someone who is every place.

I'm small and dark and on my face,
Are many eyes in little space.

With six legs I can cover ground,
With tiny wings I fly around.

My voice is but a buzzing sound,
Yet I think I'm quite profound.

In Libya, I am revered,
For there they do not think me weird.

My beauty they have often cheered,
But in the Congo I am feared.

I'm feared by all those native guys,
Who run from me with great surprise.

I guess this course is pretty wise,
For there we're known as Tsetse flies.

Still other places know us well,
But mostly they just give us hell.

And though I have some sense of smell,
A spray of raid don't feel so swell.

Yet as I choke and start to spin,
Remember that you cannot win.

You see I left my next of kin,
To hatch next spring and bug again.

DON'T BLAME ME

I hang around my cell each day,
And watch the people watch me play.

I listen and I hear the shout,
"He's cute, why don't they let him out?"

My hair is warm and thick and brown,
I'm feed bananas till I drown.

To work them off I climb my tree,
Because I am a chimpanzee.

But even though I am a chimp,
I'm really not a stupid simp.

My brain's as big as yours, I'm told,
And I'm born young and I'll die old.

You see there's not much difference,
In you and me except this fence.

God also made us in his shape,
So don't call me a "silly ape."

For apes and monkeys aren't the same,
So don't ask me who you can blame.

Gorillas are just big and dumb,
And it's from them that man has come.

That's why the question can't be solved,
Of how man really has evolved.

For Darwin had his theory wrong!
(And I've been laughing cent'ries long!!!!)

I'M A TREE

To be a tree, I might not see, the worthiness of life.
I could not talk,would never walk, or make love to my wife.

Yet people's cash, turn me to ash, to keep their household warm.
But all my wood, is for my good, and helps preserve my form.

In winter time, still in my prime, I stand up to the cold.
And then in spring, the birds will bring, their house into my fold.

In rigid state, my arms out straight, create a shadow cool.
And though my roots, resemble boots, for some they make a stool.

Unlike a Man, I know I can,rely on Earth for food.
For when I eat, I'm always neat, and never thought as crude.

I've come to know, that Man can't grow, in quite the way I do.
So when I die, I'll know just why, and find my life was true.

IN A BIRD'S EYE

To fly like a bird, is not so absurd,
We do it our own little way.

With me at the helm, the sky is my realm,
I scour the land for my prey.

Providing my young, with food for the tongue,
I watch them grow stronger and keen.

And then when they fly, I just want to cry,
Well knowing I was to mean.

Then perched on a limb, all proper and prim,
A song fills the brisk morning air.

It's beauty prevails, and thus never fails,
To grant a big smile and proud stare.

Although still unwise, I have to surmise,
That nature will teach them the rest.

It's tough to depend, on parents to send,
Their children alone from the nest.

Because in my youth, it was also truth,
That children should have their own fate.

And so just like me, my kids will be free,
To go out and choose a good mate.

Yet when they are told, that parent's grow old,
I know they'll be able to cope.

Because when I die, I want them to fly,
And know it will fill them with hope.

A hope never torn, for they will adorn,
The richness of all of my love.

So soar till the end -- your wings to the wind,
And soon I will see you above.