Best Fungal Poems

Fae circles of mushrooms
Lanky yellow toadstools
Firm jelly tot larvae 
Feed from rich stagnant pools.
Fungal disks cling with wanton 
To the grey trunks of trees
Cricket strums join to bird song
Sending messages of peace.

Lambent beams break through foliage
Gradient tones tint the scene
Yellow, purple, and whites
showcased by backgrounds...

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Can there be beauty in my toes,
Where stubbornly a fungus grows?

I never thought it could be true.
I try to hide it with my shoe.

Its purpose, not yet discovered—
I try hard to keep it covered.

From large toe to the next it spread,
And now I look at...

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People in my school have names for someone like me.
    Freak, crazy, weirdo, a spawn by the devil's decree.
        I took note of every malicious word they ever spoke,
      ...

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Constructing Catacombs


Desirous death, a submersed breath, the walls in a carious crumble
Living life, a surgical serrate strife, as we stand surreal and stumble
Baneful blood, a feverous flood, the temerarious towers will tumble
Terranean tears, fertile fermenting fears, a famished fatalistic fungal

Corpses mounting high, Angels in the...

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Sam is a novice gardener who stamps on all ants
He doesn't like them near or crawling on his plants
Their Queen was angry and wanted revenge
For the ones that had fallen she wanted to avenge.

They planned to get inside and under Sam's clothes
Cover his whole body...

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Star- like,  fiery symmetry, 
strong suggestion of a flower
but a betrayal of beauty
suspended on a
flesh- pink, chrichoid stalk,
A manifest illusion
of blood and mud

Brilliant, strange- compels the questions.
What silent signal from the dark ether
opened the vile smelling blossom? 
Was it borne forth from dormant spores,
its...

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You say Trim Shady come out and play
but Shady aint around no not today
that alter ego went away away to stay
I'm crazy maybe taking on a lady
but here now so hip hip lets slay.

Now Brenda remember 
you're just a tender member of the opposite gender
a...

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A whispering word is a whispering void cantering over airspace. Clear but unclear. Oh the sheer detectable ideology of the fungal worm. Chitter chatter consume. Consumption is the eruption. And like a fine wine to a palate leaves no bereft anarchical wonderful wound. It leaves...

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Being culturally erased is a painless procedure,
take away the native tongue 
and communication cease
Unable to give expression of a horrific new reality
to another kindred soul suffering the same hellish fate,
	identity crisis ensued
We became strangers in a strange land,
whose hard stammering speech we didn’t understand
Forced assimilation...

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Shush Sushobhan, 
she’s pushing her hand to my rock hard in the back of reception 
your girl wowing at my fat long perfection, 
I guess she thinks of you as rejection 
after you spent a fortune forging affection,
less valued than my shlong.

Meanwhile slow and little...

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(We may appear to be different we all belong to GOD, Now Realize That) 

A young boy sat down by the roadside 
Watching all of the other children playing 
He let out a long and lonesome sigh 
All of the sudden the wind came by...

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Here we are,
my Bright-Light -
The Slow Discotheque.

Connect your contacts to the mob-mind,
dig the soft-focus that feels like an old future.

Leave your shoes and stockings
by the door,
my Bright-Light -
the spongy fungi carpet
will leave your feet cleaner
than when we came in.

Try the honeysuckle,
my Bright-Light -
it comes in...

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Creeping tendrils, fungal cordyceps, grabbing hamstrings by the bone,
Stunting pain in muscled biceps, stretch as if they work alone.

No matter far nor long I run, no matter time, not record,
Confidence degenerates in ton, and waste is felt in effort. 

Mind is but contained—by signal—swiveled text...

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Autumn Fall

Jack Frost is waiting to weave his mischievous magic

Amongst the changing flora lays an endless carpet of vibrant purple heather, its sweet note sings in the cool air

Brown and yellow paint flecks adorn the smallest leaves

Multi-coloured toadstools and mushrooms spark vivid memories of magical...

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I Cracked The Cream Cheese Through Your Whine

Wining And Dining    we savoured together and we still share five beautiful children sweet 
                 as ‘sugar iced cinnamon...

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