Gushy Poems

Mama might be the Problem

No one could follow the labyrinth of logic in Norman’s head
He is too brilliant for commoners, his overbearing gushy mother said
Norman’s commonsense father had other ideas instead
She makes too many excuses like she did for our runaway son, Ned.

WHO’S THE BOSS

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.

Recipe - Successfully

     I tried to skin her, but no dice
        Tried again, no luck twice

     Cut her with a knife, an utter failure
        So, I stood her up, tried to impale her

     When that didn’t work, I felt like a jerk
        Time for some hands-on handiwork

      I shook her and squeezed her, out came her juice
        All squishy and gushy, her moorings came loose

      Honest to goodness, she smelled sweet from all angles ~
        Mangoes taste best slightly chilled if serving them mangled

Wines Effect On Me

wine’s fragrance is heavenly
love the feel of the cool crystal goblet stem in my hand
in a few minutes my thoughts are mushy
I become extremely giddy and gushy

Slaphappy

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

At times been known to wear different hats
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 flowers and eternal love
Then sure as shootin' it's back to the sillies
Giving your giggler a tug

This back and forth stuff is really quite 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 bloody happy
Sure not complaining I'm a perky old geezer
Maybe a better word is slaphappy

Worries, Warts and a Teaspoon

Worries warts and a teaspoon 
a mosquito lives inside my liver
He escaped from the falling dune 
to make me his caregiver 
he brings his worries he brings his warts 
He crawls through my nose 
But alas his passport 
my liver makes room
As he feasts on pink flower flesh 
To make new 
A new cocoon 
I feel him writhe 
I feel him slither 
battle of my gushy mushy internal river 
sting my finger for the egg 
As sweet and bister as nutmeg 
And place my nipper in my ear 
Where she too   
Will inch on through 
On a teaspoon of worries and warts 
a  bitter taste of sorts 
I listen to the whispers 
Oh how nice 
oh how kind 
What a friend 
What a find  
A mosquito lives inside  
Worries warts and a teaspoon 
Forever, forever
God emperor of the dune

Guts and Bloody Organs

Human guts oozes out
Because of a vampire’s big mouth
Tearing the stomach wide open
No tormenting words were spoken
The walking dead feeds on its bloody organ
It was the gushy blood of j.p morgan
Whose eyes were plucked and smashed
His inside guts were also slashed

10-27-2020

Gushy Slushy Mushy

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'

Love and Life

Decided to write about love and life
Odd for me, inspired by nature's slice
But for this silly guy
Every once in a while
Get all gushy and mushy in love's paradise

Hooptie Dooing

Hello sweetie, I brought you some flowers
I'm the clown you lovingly call hubby
I know how it makes you all gushy and stuff
When we cuddle up all lovey dovey

It usually leads to some playful smooching
When we caress and I nibble your toes
Have I ever told you how much that excites me
Feelings of passion start to flow

Hope my panting and fussing isn't heard
By the old couple living next door
If they get too excited, they'll probably need
A defibrillator, their heart to restore

But let's get back to me and you sweetie
Smooching and hoochy cooing
It sure turns my crank, puts a tiger in my tank
Absolutely love all this hooptie dooing!

Make Up New Words Without a Care

Thunder gas pushy pals.
Wonder mass cushy gals.
Under crass gushy owls.
Sunder lass mushy fowls.

Yes poetry is a play of words.
Sometimes funny, other times absurd.
Whispered sweetly, gently overheard.
On wings of faeries or tiny birds.

Gobbly wobbly grizzly bear.
Sobbily dobbily crizzly share.
Making up new words without a care.
Creating a missive, easy to share.

In Love

In Love


Gushy mushy sexy face
Pushy pully silky lace.

Hints droppin, questions poppin

Ooey, gooey time flew by
Munchin slurpin warm apple pie.

Willy nilly wander gone
Warm and fuzzy web is spun.

Stormy Delight

Stormy Delight.

Carolina blue with gushy waves upskill the tower for bigger challenges.



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29 March 2016

Drooling On My Keyboard

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 flowers and eternal love
Then sure as shootin' it's back to the sillies
Giving your giggler a shove

This back and forth stuff is really quite 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 bloody happy
Sure not complaining I'm a perky old geezer
Maybe a better word is slaphappy


© Jack Ellison 2015

Slush

I'm never really in a rush
To traipse through gushy, mushy slush
Like that on any city street
Where puddles form from melting sleet.

The passing traffic sends up sprays
Of wetness that's seen better days
To splatter on your favorite coat
(And splash avoidance seems remote).

So in your boots just stride right through
And do what all New Yorkers do,
Which is to shrug or maybe kvetch
'Til we complete this slushy stretch.

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