Best Mushy Poems
I'm usually known for my silly stuff
But once in a while I surprise
Drooling all over my keyboard and yours
With mushy stuff I fantasize
It's true I sometimes wear more than one hat
Contrary to what you may think
Can be sillier than the silliest damn jester
Then switch as quick as a wink
Become all gushy and mushy and stuff
Talk of pretty flowers and love
Then sure as shootin' it's back to the sillies
Giving your giggler a shove
This back and forth stuff is really dizzying
Imagine if I wrote about dying
Some are obsessed with negative things
If I said that was me I'd be lying
It's not for me that tear jerky stuff
Guess my life's been too damn happy
Not complaining I'm a perky old geezer
Maybe a better word is slaphappy
© Jack Ellison 2012
Bunches of sillies are attacking my brain
Trying to push the mushy stuff out
Gonna be a knock down drag 'em out affair
From the rooftops I wanna shout!
Have no idea which one I'm rooting for
Mushy stuff has been doing great
But you guys are clamouring for the sillies
So woe is me, I'm in a hell of a state
So free and easy, gonna let it all flow
Whichever takes over is fine
This poetry stuff sure can turn my crank
Puts zest in my big behind
Now there it goes, the sillies are winning
But the mushies aren't very far
Really love life, it's just clicking along
Like out for a drive in my car
The wind, the smell of the morning air
A hint of jasmine we capture
The absolute freedom of the open road
Nothing compares to this rapture
Seem to be rambling on quite a bit
Losing control of my thoughts
Sometimes even I don't understand me
Damn sillies are tying me in knots
But have no fear, I WILL persevere!
Things will sort themselves out
Clicking along as if everything's fine
Till the winner wins out by a snout
© Jack Ellison 2013
Dear muse, my brain
Has gone so mushy,
Pray come take part,
Please do not refrain,
Want to write a poem
That’s gushy.
My paper white and blank,
My thoughts no spark,
My mind once was a thinking tank,
Now buried deep and dark.
Imagination crushed,
Letters prefer to hide and seek,
Words that flash by, dashed,
My muse the culprit, am I too meek?
My inclination to write gone,
I think I must curl up and die,
Can’t even write a song,
Must find a far far place to cry.
Word got out I was unhappy,
Another muse phones me,
Says she alone takes any credit,
No thank-you don’t you see,
Where would be my merit?
I heard a far faint voice,
I ‘ll never leave you, I’m no fake,
It was the only choice,
I’m part of you and you part of me,
I just needed a break.
So, let’s get to work,
I think you’ve done quite well,
Yesterday I overheard,
Someone say you’re swell.
Together we’re a team,
A thought just crossed my mind,
It’s sometimes good to let
Off steam,
First lets wine and dine,
And then a dreamy subject find.
Mushy the dwarf woman lived a stress-free life.
She had berries, acorns, cheeses and no strife.
Her husband introduces her as his fifth wife.
She is a master cook who wields a fine steak knife.
Mushy knew his other wives, the angry four.
They sometimes met her in the grocery store.
They had mean stories about her man and his snore.
She got angry and threw at them a juicy apple core.
I know you think it's cheesy, but I'm going to tell you why
I love you and I can't help swoon and almost want to cry.
I love you for the look that sets my soul ablaze.
You don't know what you took from me within that first deep gaze.
I love you for the ''everything'' that you have grown to be.
You know that I will feel the same from now til eternity.
I'll love you til forever no matter what's in store.
I'll love you if this world ends and then I'll love you more.
Enough of all the mush now, I'm sure you've had your fill.
I won't keep telling you these things...(but, I'm thinking of them still) .
My wife said write a love poem
So that's what I will do
Someone said that roses are red
Or was it violets are blue?
Oh well, you understand my meaning
You know what I'm trying to say
Your eyes are like a pickled beet
So stop looking at me that way
Your kiss is like a bathroom plunger
Each time you suck my face
Your smile looks like a circus clown
That came from outer space
Your breath smells like an armpit
That brings me to my knees
Your hair is like a brillo pad
As stiff as a summer breeze
Your voice is like a banshee in heat
My wife say's, "That's Enough!!!"
I tried to tell her I don't know how
To write this mushy stuff
Compare this love,
To my favorite activities,
The " Fun and Games "
Need some clever similes.
Start off with a deck,
A 52 card hook-up,
We get shuffled around,
And our hands are held in Hold'em.
I have poured out my heart and soul...
I mean chips,
Into the pot...
Er... Relationship.
Your poker face is enough to make me fold,
It's cute, yet stern,
And it rakes in the gold.
If I am beaten,
We'll go to a pool hall,
Where a person is only judged,
By the direction of a cue ball.
A confining billiard rack,
What lies inside is set free,
Though you have the upper hand,
And know the angle of me.
Are we more than partners,
From our shots that wrought,
If performance gets shaky,
We may need more blue chalk.
8-ball side pocket,
Banked off the rail,
If ya make it in,
Our hearts could sail.
I'm left spellbound with her beauty
Speechless moments encounter each inspired attraction
Engaging our passion with mother nature
As the birds tweet familiar love songs
Smirks grow gently across her cheeks
Leaving me soundless as every smile across her face
Melts tender spots in my heart
Whispering poetic metaphors that leave me love struck
Sending me to heaven with the simplicity in her eyes and
Divined silhouettes that travel around our souls
Attaching our imperfections perfectly together
I'd rather make this moment in time last forever
Than to outlive another second without her
Desired kisses entangle sweetness between our sins
And her poetic beauty speaks to me through our intimate moments
Enchanting the essence of love at first sight and
Submerging our resistance for one another
To form butterflies that swarm in my stomach
Leaving me a hopeless romantic for her lips
Pursuing conversation with the stars
While the moon glitters across her halo
Laying in the sand as the ocean's wave utters mild hello's
Her purest thoughts mend their way through the tingles of my flesh
Stroking her curves across the shore and glistening her skin
While she resides her essence peacefully against my torso
Sound asleep to the sound of every thump that my heart beats
"Baby..."
She speaks to me in her dreams...
The sound of her voice leaves me with a sweet gentle tear of joy
That drops from my vision
And instills itself in the palm of her hand...
This is a love I can't understand so
I continue to ask myself,
Why should I have to wait until the next lifetime to fulfill her deepest wishes?
If I'm blessed, I'll be honored to share her emotions in this lifetime and the next....
Real mushy down deep, can't hide it no more
Blown my cover using silly limericks galore
You've finally discovered
Limericks were a cover
For this sentimental old slob with grey hair down to the floor
Mushy Doggy - A Tanka Poem
Mushy Doggy my
Agreeable and Jolly
With a funny nose
And warm personalities
I feel happy when it barks, arf!!
4/11/19
Time for a gushy slushy mushy lim
You ladies deserve such vigor and vim
Inspirational I is
Add Cheese Whiz
A recipe for passion and diddly-doolin'
I’m a dead muse walking, stuck in a queue
moving along slowly, spreading out too
A worm wriggles past, looking worse for wear
was caught in a hailstorm, guts everywhere
I'm a dead muse crawling, stuck fast in glue
caught up with the worm, he leaked so much goo
We're neck and neck, near the exit gate
I patch up his wounds, then use him for bait
I'm a dead muse fishing, snagging old reeds
the worm's in awful shape, each segment bleeds
I let him off the hook, just to take a rest
he looks juicy, but in truth not the best
I'm a dead muse starving, no appetite
can't find a stanza never mind a bite
And that poor li’l wiggler, I let him go
into the hailstorm, oops no, stupid crow!
By
David Kavanagh
Real mushy down deep, can't hide it no more
Blown my cover using silly limericks galore
You've finally discovered
Limericks were a cover
For this sentimental old slob with grey hair down to the floor
Real mushy down deep, can't hide it no more
Blown my cover using silly limericks galore
You've finally discovered
Limericks were a cover
For this sentimental slob with grey hair down to the floor
saucy smoke smirks
gulping gaunt lurch
puking punctured bitumen
blurs bleeding bountifully
filling cloud's peeper
with whooshing phlegm
taunted track clothes
fiery ferments: glows
skate speed blows
voluptuous velocity's vibe
into dances drives
sassy soles thrive
mushy thoughts merges
speed, emotions surge.
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