Best Mush Poems
You cut me out of your life
I’ll butcher you out of mine
Chop chop chop chop
There go the memories
The images
With one fell swoop
I've decapitated your smile
CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP
There go the words
Torn away like extra slabs of fat
Oh…yes, there go the juicy chunks of
sentiment
I had for you
Those I didn't chop
Those I sawed away...
Chainsawed
So the blood splattered everywhere
And made me sick
To the core
What a fool I've been
Slice Slice Slice Slice
Deep into the red meat of the heart
Slicing away every reminder
Of your touch
And every word
Every look
That made me smile
And go weak inside
YES….blood drenched and gory
I pick up what’s left of your image
And douse it in acid
…………..
I nearly suffocate in the fumes
Tit for tat
But I did better than that
I didn't cut you out of my life
I butchered you out of existence….
Ah…much better now!
I’m smiling….
With blood red tears
Rolling down my cheeks.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Trying to write sillies but love words keep popping
My brain's turning to mush, my love is non stopping
Life's a big blast
What more could I ask
Than feeling true love with a sweet cherry topping
awwwwww
Mush and Bush are bosom friends
Former borrows, latter lends
Bush-Mush, Mush-Bush
The alliance, awkward and abstruse -
To everyone
The pair both confuse and amuse
The former stalwart, latter a dwarf
Former tickles, latter laughs
Bushy with Mushy flirts and blurts:
“I dump my dollar in dictator’s dustbin
He is military ruler, my king-pin
For him I’m ready to commit any sin
you understand what I mean.
“Mushy, use my dollar for proxy war in J & K
And with it you can in power stay
Mushy, I love you, I love you
My dictator friends are but few
Mugabe is not a guy like you
A paranoid in my view
See how often against me poison he spew
My exchequer is for you to plunder
And commit blunder after blunder
Please keep AL Qaeda under check
For that take from me blank check
Capture that vagabond waif Osama
And in return
take from me whole Oklahama
Seven eleven is burning blob on my skin
Mushy, you understand what I mean.
Mushy mumbles and himself humbles:
Bushy, I love you, I love you
I have faithful friends but few
Our friendship is most uncanny
I assure you honey
Your exchequer is my pocket money
As a kid, my father never gave me so much money
As you’ve given me, my honey
Bushy I love you. I love you
I have no lucrative friend save you
You are my best friend in my view
Our friendship will go down in history
As an unsolved mystery.
Folks who know me are aware that I seldom write romantic mush.
Such saccharine verse is alien to me and causes me to blush!
But just this once I'll paraphrase some verse upon which you may muse.
Perhaps it'll arouse your curiosity, but as to its source I'll provide no clues!
"Ah! How beautiful you are, my darling, there is no flaw in you!
My heart begins to pound for you - my head is drenched with dew!
Your breasts are like two fawns - like the twin fawns of a gazelle!
How beautiful you are with your delights that I know so very well!"
"You are as fair as the moon and stars, your smile brightens the dawn!
Your temples are like pomegranate halves my precious sprightly fawn!
Your graceful legs are like jewels, the work of a craftsman's hands!
Thy lilting voice is as melodic as a legion of celestial bands!"
"Your lips are like a lovely ribbon and so lovely is your mouth!
Thy arms that embrace me are like a gentle zephyr from the south!
You have stolen my heart with but one glance from thy limpid eyes!
You are as graceful as the majestic eagle as it soars through pristine skies!"
"You lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my precious bride!
How I long to have you forever more walking at my side!"
'Tis beyond this mortal to write such mush or any like it thereof!
Check out Solomon's Song of Songs for more such lurid tales of love!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Sunshine flowers fairies residency established nifty pixies paradoxically complexed; termed nocturnal.
Gnomes way my magic mushroom.
In my magic garden,
You see.
Fairies coloring gnomes playing hide-n-go-seek—Why I wicker baskets lined organic paper sheathe.
Basking sunshine only stones throw away from mush made verdure.
Mushrooms of dark purple magic record inches tall/divided merely centimeters width multitude.
Cultivation combined dehydration, supremest eruct seismic expansion.
Enlargement capacity mental trance gigantic, titanic moNSTR0SIty
Comparably selfish in reality are minuscule.
The other hand's on specially unique by human normalcy size.
What we refer common little people
And
Little folk know how to party!
In my mushroom liturgy,
Trouble makes err shine sun upon may magistrate.
Fairies/pixies, even gnomes agree do little periled peeps throw one bright stoned look.
Beg your party mention not did how way cook?
6-26-16
Love story in 25 words
By Moonbeam
Note: This is not a poem by WinkofHeart (aka Brett Somers)
I'm posting this poem for a friend of mine, Marianne Walther aka Moonbeam to help her share her voice with the world. Please comment on this poem encouraging her to open her own PoetrySoup account.
We talked for hours.
your eyes
turned my brain
into hot pudding.
you left me only
your voice by telephone.
then nothing......
only hot pudding.
mystical essence
spring has a spirit presence ...
lost on logic mush
Mush-mellows and Cream
Sweet cream and butter,
sugar, milk and eggs,
the treat to eat,
and no one knows,
the secret.
“Mush” is a funny plant,
It flowers in strange places.
Where hearts cry, birds lie,
and the truth,
is well known.
Not everyone has been,
where they need to go,
or be…
But the bees in the trees,
near the rows of planted vines,
are colorful, and electric,
spending energy to make
the stars shine,
even during the day.
Crazy, wild and somewhat sane,
the idea of crushing things,
to make them sweet,
is not new.
Mush-mellows just come,
that way.
Like people,
that are happy, that know life is short.
They come to the farm for breaks,
in the day, to get away,
from the hard oranges
and treacherous tangerines,
filled with sour citrus,
confusion.
It is an impressive break up.
The maestro conducts a symphony that
crushes eardrums with locomotive rumbling,
thumping, bumping, and dumping
of large chunks of cracking, crackling
crystalline ice pushing down river.
Hundreds of tons of ice come together –
hopefully without devastation.
It is an environment of change.
In soto voce, soft rippling rivulets,
icicles dribbling, dripping droplets,
the slushing of crusted, melting snow.
Snowshoe hares, squirrels, and wolverine
emerge into full Spring activity.
Mush dogs’ serenades ride the winds,
yipping and campaigning for dinner.
Time to secure Winter’s store of firewood,
move boats and fish wheels to higher ground.
Time to hunt and gather fresh food for stores.
Time to begin restocking fresh meats of
muskrat, beaver, duck, goose, and swan.
Time to rebuild and repair.
Break up –
one of the best times of the year.
I like Bacon and eggs and lightly buttered, lightly toasted jelly toast,
They cook it all at a restaurant down the road I like eggs about the most,
I like the way they cook the sausage patties they come out really nice,
I like the way they cook them and I don't usually mind the price.
I really like the jelly and the way they fry the mush,
I like it all so much that I keep the secret hush.
In a quieten hidden corner
In a dark and danken room
Where mushrooms alone
we're meant to grow
An ugly duckling
Swanned
And out of the fog and wetting mist
A solitary flower one day did grow
And bring to bare
A shrinking violet
Placing 1st in the county show
And grew on to be mamed
QUEEN OF ALL OUR BETTER TOMORROW's
Tingly skies full of surprise, oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were poetic art!
He will deliberately ambush you and your entire tush
with a gush loaded arrow he does romantically push
into hearts genuine states of goofy, gooeyed, loving mush.
No one on this earth can evade him, only love persuades him.
With silent wings, he flies towards the fun gains when his will is done.
No one has a clue concerning who will be romancing who
and there's no sense in guessing - romance is at Cupid's questing.
When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do!
within without and all about
the chickens went insane
the humans squabbled bout the drought...
yet it was so amusing
theirin they're out without a doubt
plain turkeys ran for cover
old mabel sploshed the beans about
and cast them on the table
enough of thought abusing....
online musing mush.....Don Johnson
If your love songs are not meant for me
I cannot read them, I must let them be
Because when I read and imagine my part
Your words, your words, they tug at my heart
the writes a...scribble
bent folded...mutilated
reading means what...how
the words read...go fish
it's all in your head...concerned
worries are just...bait
a trap for...yourself
how then to expect...to see
mutations...within
responding's...response
to genetics...programming
basics...survival
everyone...follows
till an ending's within...sight
or sound...a music
that makes perfect...sense
a logics scale scent...again
step toward...beyond
stan sand