Fungal Poems - Poems about Fungal

...winter tree scribble on paper shattered glass aging masterpiece blood vessels interrupted sleep morning bed hair porcelain crazing drought dry earth think quickly fungal strands frozen pon......

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...I am the pause in a planet’s breath, a glitch in the code between birth and death. I am the whisper in fungal lace, routing news through forest space. I’m tectonic gossip, slow and deep, a qua......

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...The winter of our discontent is over, the Merciful God of the oppressed has seen to the de-icing of our hued souls; and the blossoming essence of our liberation. The grapes of spring are plenti......

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...It would seem that our early ancestors Foraged afar to find the freshest fruit But sometimes they would have to eat windfalls That were covered with that white fungal fur Which made the wi......

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...Picture # 4 Santa had a tiny elf His feet were growing large And everywhere Santa went The elf's big feet would sparge Santa spent so much time Making the elf new shoe......

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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. ......

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... I am Lilith, like a ghost pipe under oak shadows of Tomorrow River Valley hiding in-between hours, roots sipping moonlit juice borrowed from Eden, a deception of men ascending into the hollow o......

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...I am a beech tree standing proud and bold But I am firmly rooted to the ground And so I cannot move from place to place. I must have a way to communicate With other trees and plants for miles aro......

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...Spring's classic charm - highly overrated, Perhaps because it follows winter sleet. Its new beginnings too animated, Its poetic praise rather obsolete. Forget the fragrant flower......

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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, Co......

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... An offering from my slush-pile in lieu of anything new Santa’s sleigh crash landed in the jungle He got caught in the branches of a tree He had a wound that could be turn......

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...Out-built, humped, and beached, breached by moonlight, nothing comes out of an old barn unfound. Engine oil, the fungal fur of time warped wood. Weather-eaten iron coated by rusted smears. mous......

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...Out-built, humped, and beached, breached by moonlight, nothing comes out of an old barn unfound. Engine oil, the fungal fur of time warped wood. Weather-eaten iron coated by rusted smears. mous......

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...The adorable girl admired the pansy, In the world of tansy. As the snow vanish, pansy didn't perish! Far away in the jungle, with the live fungal. The girl in order to get the pansy, ......

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...MISSHAPEN surreal shadows   across     terrazzo spaces erupt   to depict fragments of antique tapesteries a backdrop     mushrooming in beautiful   fungal features swaddled tightly   i......

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