Best Toadstools Poems

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Dressed in a shade that the sun couldn’t find,
all on a cool summer’s eve
Seeking a scarf only meant to unwind,
wrapped in an untangled weave
Picking a fabric, the color of love,
stitched with a thread of desire
Taking your hand neath the heavens above,
warm in our flannel attire,
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When I was a child
Everything was magical
Full of mystery and the unknown
I read hundreds of books
The library my haven
My home
Hours upon hours
Night and day
I read and got lost in text
They supplied me with adventures
Secret journeys
Fun and fairy tales
I absorbed the words like a sponge
The books...

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“Die Another Day”


“Your mission, should you so deem it,
Is to infiltrate ALL Fluff Clusters in K.A.O.S. Headquarters
And bloody well steam it!”


“The Place is a hazardous mess of a trap
Over run with Double Agents, ulterior motives
Amorous Nuns-on-the-Run drooling ardent dreams 
of swimming naked
in buckets of Blood...

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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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Along a forest path that few can see,
   Just as the sun is setting in the West,
With owls and ancient oaks for company,
   I wander in my solitary quest.
In shadowed dusk the world is at her best --
   When...

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Some people like keeping up with the Joneses
I do not know any Joneses who could keep up with me
So I have elected to keep up with the gnomes
How absurdly difficult could that task be?

I like wearing leggings, and I have no height
I love gardens, faerie...

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If only a dream
were the path to the future
Where crickets and toadstools
began the parade

If storks in the sky
were a common occurrence
and lemonade grew
in the cool summer shade

If roads led to villages
covered in daisies
While rivers and streams
glistened bright in the sun

And heartache was more of a
forgotten...

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Restless ghostly night,
      whilst full moon hangs bright
         drench in yellow with fright.

   The hour of All Hallow's Eve
      has chimed like a venal thieve;
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Nut-brown owl nestled in a crooked tree
above the mermaid and jellyfish sea.
     Scaly horse & teacup-octopus lads
near the sea-soaked teen; tail thrashes with glee
     as her amethyst hair bobs and flows.


  Nut-brown owl nestled in a...

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Sunlight tickles my eyes
Hypnagogic hallucinations steal the show
with surprise

A creature creeps
I gasp, in fascination’s glow
he leaps

He schemes
as toadstools blow
dreams

Sunlight tickles my eyes
I gasp, in fascination’s glow
dreams...

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As I sit dustbound in the upper room;
This musky old attic, my temporary tomb.
Reminiscing my previous owners charms;
Her comforts found in my waiting arms.

I've carried her babies to candy places.
Put tiny grins on their sleeping faces.
They bounced on fluffy marshmallow clouds,
Where toadstools made of cupcakes...

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Under canopy of majestic oaks,
leaves swaying, gentle breeze,
rustling of the dancing leaves,
flying chirps, all species,
joyous laughter, melodic sounds,
like violins, bees abound,
peace surrounds
in backyard paradise.
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Each day I come to this special place, to catch a glimpse of fairies fair
Each day I come with a smile on my face, hoping that today they will be there
The tress are old, their branches bent
The deer less bold, now silence is spent
I spy...

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Her garden is the one we love.
It's as if she knows we're here.
She has statues like us all around.
And flowers to bring us cheer.

At summer solstice it's party time.
Shaded by trees from bright sunshine.
We faries join the pixies.
The gnomes bring summer wine.

She has paths lit...

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The Summer was coming to an end
As the colours of the trees now speak
So I headed to my little clearing in the woods
Saddened that they have lost their peak

But other views excite me
As I look to the greens turning brown
There are butterflies on their very...

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