Long Mash Poems
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A whale in a pail is far more active in a gale or in copious amounts of hail. Putting money into sharks is a shifty act involving the shuffling of coats in cloakrooms. And clown costumes placed in the bowls of women's frames are reserved for the elite attire of lemmon lipped bowler heads whose acidic tongue holds the weaponry speeches of tomorrows gore. Pain is a painted potato placed with the pilots to place on a place numbered out and planned on maps arriving by facetious fax machines whose many layered buttons seek to halt a single growing grass level with a shard spoken key. Turning a keyboard to an angle one can visit the highest climate but coinage is best reserved for a large bull with a blue tie. Behind many layers. Many layers is not many lettuces it is merely many lanes. And lanes are lovely on a summer evening returning from the abbey to the house in eighteen fifty-three in long beautiful blue dress with fancy earrings and hair wound in a tight bun. Looking around it is unsurprising that history repeats in the timeless whorl akin to stirring an acre pan of stew or making sandwiches for two hundred people at a picnic. Societal swamps seek some swanky shuffle starting storms. And all the while the little pixies dance in the trees. The unicorns prance, the fairies fly round and round, and all other realmes folk sigh at the endless processions of humans making endless chain of woe. Cause no pattern to rise up from a paper print. For if you do your whole world and house will be prints causing visitors to arrive in many windows to create a karmic reaction and a reaction is a realism and a responsive reach but not a retch. Little frog hums in the kitchen cupboard. He is very bored today and would like to go visit the pond but the machinery placed there ensures it is not safe to hop and when hopping it often is the case that shots are fired from the artillery of the ant people in plastic helmets. They move akin to a swarm of kettledrums on a backlit of carbonised baking trays. Powder that then. Beetroot faced woman in that raspberry printed dress. And to encourage the wrath of a walnut is to embellish a multicolumn of static electricity. Wow. Mish mash mush then. Hahahaha the dancing in the bathroom door hahaha mixed-use mixers mingling mangy mincemeat. Xxxxxxx prese tart structure Paden tar xxxxxxx invertebrates z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z THAT;
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The caring bridge was very unexpected
why I'd survived a horrific traumatic
brain injury an yet my mind was desperate
to learn everything all over I was so
excited when I noticed my flaws while
holding a fork at my favorite restaurant
I forgot how to hold a fork I was so
embarrassed finally I got it what an
achievement I hoped no one saw
as I lifted the mashed potatoes to
enter my mouth to my surprise I
kelp missing my mouth hitting my
cheek my eyes were wide I knew
everyone knows my flaw now my
cheek covered in mash potatoes
it was in that moment I knew I had
to reach out find my peers people
like me broken injured filled with
faith and there it was a bridge
connecting family of all ages
races cultures traumatic brain
injury groups many spoke of
loved ones still in a coma hopeful
that they would spring forward
traumatic brain injury changes
you forever I never thought I would
forget to tie my shoe now my
beautiful children whom I taught
to tie thier shoes was now teaching
me take the loop around ma you
got it good job what color is this
ma it was purple it hurt my brain
I could only recognize yellow red
blue green primary colors nothing
as fancy as teal my favorite or
maroon these colors sent my
emotions soaring and it frightened
me that's okay ma we can try again
tomorrow brain injury affects the
entire family I was so happy to be
apart of the Caring Bridge family
hearing others speak out about
tragedy survivors faith courage
relearning excepting fighting
to keep my brain alive i wrote
uncontrollably constantly at
least ten poems a day maybe
yes my grammer was off missed
spelled words poems broken
sentences i would cry I realized
I was three years old pouting
sobbing coping with pain when
I reached out it was so amazing
a bridge of compassion kindness
finally that caring bridge connected
across America a caring bridge
of hands reaching out giving
supporting sharing caring amazing
generating lot's of hugs with simple
kind words completeness feeling safe
unafraid unashamed to be broken learing
to smile again laugh at your flaws and
get right back up embracing comfort
and joy that built this unstoppable
caring bridge connecting healing
hearts and minds by just caring
Now I lay me down to sleep… I pray the Lord my mind to keep…
Zombies are gathered all around, trying to keep me from my sleep.
They want to be the futures’ new symbols, for All Hallows Eve.
They brought their pickets to my door, and now, won’t leave. I swear!
You see, we were to do a play, and instead of Shakespeare in the Park!
We were to do a Jurassic World play, with a Halloween theme, of course.
But Zombies wanted to do a Zombie Vaudevillian play, so sheik! So sharp!
Where they’ll show off their ‘Thriller’ talents, show that they, totally rock!
They found costumes, on a great quest, raiding the cemetery, for it’s best.
Dragon’s fighting back. You bet! After all, he’s the shoo in, for the TRex.
We decided on a dance off, to see who wins, the theme next year, my dear.
I just hope, IF the Zombies lose, they won’t bite us, literally, in our rears.
Zombies are stubborn, refusing to lose, so paid the witches to see to our fall.
Who then bewitched us to nightmares, most supreme, bringing us, to a crawl!
Many nightmares later it seems, we decided to put them both, into the theme.
After all, if Dragon lost the part, his legendary hotfoots would make us scream.
So starting with Jurassic Park, the monster mash, where Dragon lit every torch.
His penguins, as raptors, jumped like lemmings off the stage, in 3’s, of course!
They danced up to, our security team, the Troll Frankenstein’s, you gotta know?
Then Zombies in the audience, jumped up, to Dance to ‘Thriller’, so Cool, to go!
The competition was back on, as all came back up to the stage floor, in force!
Witches’ fog covered the floor, as Zombies danced our raptors, off the floor!
Our Raptors fell like lemmings, off the stage, as Zombies cheated, so not to fail!
Now, Dragon, in retaliation, sent Zombies toppling off the stage, with his tail!
This might have turned rather ugly, but never fear! Little old me, was here!
I decreed, who won the most audience on their side, got the trophy, so dear!
Finally the Troll Frankenstein’s won the prize, as all ran in fear, to their side.
Then all took a bow TOGETHER! It was a Witch made miracle, I’m very sure!
I can now, again, lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord…My mind to keep…
So Beware of Zombies, Kind to Witches! And Have a Happy Halloween!...
In laughter made stitches...
In the blink of an eye the time passes so fast it flies by
Define time
Lives a ***** then you die
Eye of the storm watches over my lifestyles fate
In dire straight bathing as the holy water washes over my tired face
I sate thirst
I taste black words emerge that I wanna say
and they say I'm shot away
First and second take pressing play checking the record again
Third I gotta change
Forth, fifth, sixth day Armageddon
Getting too close to the edges better slow down ya fast progression of mad acts of mankind's expansion of minds
Enhanced heights
Drawing a line's unintelligible in the advancement of time
At the end of our time do we start again?
Running the marathon man labyrinth
Passionate
Partaking in challenges
Participant champion triumphs
No standing on iron shoulders of arrogant giants
I'm the desert rat blazing a trail in my chariot of fire
Call me Pisces Iscariot sia-mese dream
Twin town hide and seek
Me, myself and I feature split minds spitefully
My real self hides inside myself and screams blue murder
From the tomb where my wounds tumor
Terminal doom soon turns gloomier
Duma key frenzied telepath terror streak
reeks havoc and brings sheer panic to every street
Splashing ink on a blank canvas
Painting the future with an exact accurate dooms day
In fact grab a seat at the master piece gallery of art of new fate
As a new day dawns ya fates drawn
Ya destiny's death till then you'll work just to pay for it
I'm sleep walking with one foot in my grave scourging in flames and the pains more moreish than this draw that I crave
Mad thoughts on my brain scattered funny
I'm that ex druggy heard talking to my sex life in a language I actually haven't studied
Which way is up cus this ascension gets me spinning out twisting figure eights into eyes of the thickest clouds
Brainstorm demon outcast from our modern lands
Phantom of the opera mask
Shock horror comic graph-ic novel
Zombie slash monster mash
Rapid action packed chapters
This mad dog's rabid
Scattering the ashes and rise a hundred phoenix
Evoke the cross ghosts demons and summon the spirits of lost souls
I'm like a poltergeist with a cross bow with poisonous bolts
I'll possess any joyous host
Annoy me I'll destroy every toy ya own
I enjoy walking through this void alone
Tell me what you require of me?
Tell me why are you playing with my dignity?
You have sent all type of Tom,
Dick and Harry to maneuver my life
Stranger, neighbor and family member
All are cruel people with material mind
They don’t care a dam if I live or die
You come in the dead heat of the night
Issuing all types of disorder, everyone
Knows what’s going on except me
Even when I get the victory
The person feeling the pain is me
The person getting the blame is me
The person that has no shame is me
You have been hiding behind the doors for fifty six years
And following me everywhere with your stupid show
You constantly keep spoiling the show everywhere I go
You mash up my computers hack my mobile phone
And you give the code to the people on the street to bother me
Sometimes I understand and sometimes I don’t
Because I do not have time to process everything
Especially when I am on the go
I have always led an independent life
And I never had to rely on anyone
But since I came to this country
I have been facing all kind of misery
You do not know when enough is enough you
You really enjoy the cuss cuss
You delight in causing chaos in taxi and minibus
Nobody is saying anything to me
All that they are doing is cursing me
And cause someone that cannot rule
Make me look like a fool
My heart is full and my spirit is burning
to be in a unique place that is quite deserving
I have been holding back the tears
that has been haunting me for many days
I swallow the spit and tolerate the
That was set to pull me down into the pit
I tried to cry, I tried to make a sigh but
I couldn’t breathe a word
Is this what you call culture?
Everyone knows what’s going on except me
And this has hurt my dignity,
I was never part of their show
No matter which why it goes
The house is turning around
And the clown will wear a new crown
My heart feels it and my spirit reveals it
There is just a few more days to go
Before the start of the new show
It’s Friday evening
And the people are cruising
My heart is flaming and the bed is burning
No time to loose no time to be confused
You have just heard the news
I must leave this place before I am bruise
Let the new show begin.
From a reddish horrifying gloomy cloud which brings upon a frowning
beast~ I shall overcome and finally a smile shall bring me peace—poet :)
Smiles are weapons against pain
Armor protection for depression or hate
Diffusers for an opponent’s attack
Antidotes of dopamine and cortisol
Smiling eyes are the windows to the soul
some say, yet smiles can be deceiving
A player uses his charm that sweeps you away
An enemies leer stirs unspoken innuendos,
mouth is smiling yet dead eyes defy
A ghoulish grin denies it's upside-down smile,
scornful cinnabar smears, spanning ‘cross the lips
from cheek-to-cheek as fingers paint
when tears deny a petulant pout
‘Tis what makes me frown
What makes me smile can be admired in;
Arts colorful paintings, ancient and new
Fashion Design, Egyptian hieroglyphics
Poetry, witty with a bit of whimsy
humorous Limericks with mindful tricks
Animals and a child's innocence
a baby’s giggle, a kitten’s purr,
a puppy’s warmth, a bird’s chirp
Musicals songs, Movies Rom-coms
Theatre recites, the Opera excites
Dances that mash up with Western music, high energy
fusion of styles global, multifaceted technique
Bolly-Hop, Disco-Funk, Tap! Is sheik
Music's nostalgia, classical is golden
Nature's moonshine, sunshine, a stolen starry night
Red bourbon rosette, blue violet, fragrance flowers
From land to Ocean, to the crystalline sapphire sea
Food and drink, Antipasto, mint Iced Tea,
Tapas and Sangria, Hors d’oeuvres and cognac
Finally and most of all what makes me smile?
Love of life, so free-spirited, it gives love back
Lyricvixen's Fried Wonton Recipe
childlike memories with
an adult like twist
(just: a tiny dollop + ketchup & mustard & pickles
?? a McDonald's Mickey D's thing going on )
1.) ?? first overnight "soaking" 1/4 cup to 1/2 cup = RICE
(WHY = https://allpoetry.com/poem/14723469-Why-Soak-Rice-Overnight-by-Verlecia)
note - make for: breakfast, lunch, OR ----- dinner
(put all your ingredients on the counter)
* ??1/4 cup to 1/2 cup = rice soak overnight (swished around and
Rinse: clear cool water tap or bottle)
* boil 20 to 25 mins - drain excessive water off -
as cool tap water is running
cook: boil rice/ cook meat / steam carrots + same time
* ?? 1 LB ground Turkey or (most likely, beef?) (chicken: no clue? )
AFTER: -------- *first ten minutes of cooking*
??to MEAT?? (??altogether :COOK - meat -15 to 20 mins )
??*** ADD: 1 to 2 TBSP - Oyster Flavored sauce
((by: Lee Kum Kee Premium 9 fl oz))
??***ADD: 1 to 2 tsp - Thai Kitchen Premium Fish Sauce
in medium Skillet or pot.
??*** ADD: import by "2 to 3 TBSP" MUSHROOM SEASONING
NATURAL GRANULE ((by: Po Lo Ku Trading USA))
??** 30 ?? tiny baby carrots steamed --- for nutrition
(but -- can boil them - just until - take a fork)
(mash the ?? carrots - with a ?? potato masher or fork)
(note: the younger the taste buds - the less carrots
the older the taste buds the more carrots)
* now ?? rice - ?? meat - ?? carrots - ARE DONE
put altogether
add ?? CHEESE
**** Last: 1 cup: ?? Extra sharp cheddar cheese -
((by: great value))
?? ?? MIX into : meat/carrot/rice mixture
(NOTE: recipe is not written in stone - add more ?? cheese if your
waistline can handle it)
cooking OIL: 1/4 cup: canola oil & 2 tbsp of peanut oil
*_* Now the: Fried Wonton part
( wikiHow: How to Wrap Wontons )
?? rice -
?? meat -
?? carrots
?? CHEESE
** Wonton OR -- Egg Roll Wraps
** cooking oil
** Thai Kitchen Premium Fish Sauce
** MUSHROOM SEASONING NATURAL GRANULE
opt: ketchup & mustard & pickles
2 years ago
Form:
A nascent hodgepodge
of gobbledygook from me,
or alternatively yours
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this incipient harm
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hubble wordy monster prithee
lee, nonchalantly, and lovingly
enjoys generating inscrutable mish
mash vocabulary,
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write play full lee
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silently ha...ha...ha
dis Matt chew wing,
chuckling, unremarkably
lamb baa sting king, she
push lee, dauntingly we
sill lee (weaselly) undermining
comprehension, whar ye
dear reader feel trapped
without a turn key
continually sliding into this
old rotten Goth theme be
have (behave) Ural
sink - as aye blithe lee
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act corroborate with (be
leave me you) this
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mean nor (demeanor), the least
bit concerned if ye
unfairly find mine cumber
some harried style i.e.
spooner than later
lore or mess free
dissociation, viz parched
stream of consciousness me
thinks meandering into
an oxbow lake hee
ping (by Dickens) yar rye
ha (Uriah), where yar
tried patience probably
didst syrup pass smoldering rage
against this may pull leaf tree
cooly le (treacly)
slap dash helter
skelter brash poppycock
bereft, devoid, and fee
bully, sans ex tolling extra help
pings of gibberish glee
fully - totally tubularly
gloating how thee
moost experience
utter frustration re:
garding figuratively wading,
thru thicket of faux pre
tent shuss verbiage
omitting even so mooch
as a fore warning from
this one percent nee
and dare dearth hull
(Neanderthal) - as re:
veiled from genetic test
23andme, an
endeavor taken by me
eldest sister, - whose
first name iz a male lee,
Harris - hyphenated with Mug gee
Hen (McGeehan).
Nutter Butter. Almond Joy, Mounds Bars, and Cherry Mash.
Those candy manufacturers know how to name to get their cash.
We contenders scoff; we snicker and sneer.
The toymaker crazy idea brigade has just arrived here.
Someone throws out, Betsy Wetsy, Tiny Tears, Shrinky Dinks!
The contest is on, we are throwing down our inks.
Uh-oh. Star Wars George Lucas has entered the fray.
R2-D2, Han Solo, and Chewbacca have paved his way.
I do not mean for imaginations to get crazy, you all.
But is that manly cowboy, John Wayne, giant and tall?
Whew. Relief. False alarm. Just an advertising man.
From the 50’s, with a Marlboro cigarette in his hand.
“See the USA in a Chevrolet,” he screams loud and clear.
“Winston takes good like a cigarette should,” Trixie screams, and all hear.
What are you doing? I hiss, slightly embarrassed, and fully miffed.
Garfield comes in next, with his pal, Heathcliff.
A haughty sixty’s model brings in Beatniks, Hippies, and Happy Faces anew,
Informing us that the 60’s and 70’s was where words really came into view.
What about our urban dictionaries? The 1990’s delegation screams.
We invented words faster than a Mattel toy-namer figured out Barbie in her dreams.
The contest is on, now, the whole imagination convention is dancing and twirling.
My dendrites are hopping, clogging, doing somersaults, flipping and swirling.
What about those music videos? White-gloved Michael Jackson asked.
When his creative prowess enters, everyone promptly is aghast.
Are we doing words, ideas or what? I hear a contender scoff.
Three prissy judges get mad, and two promptly walk off.
No matter what, the creative committee is having a field day,
Meeting in Room Sixty-Two thousand ideas, and we all want to play.
Here’s an idea, one screams loud and clear.
Let’s just throw out some words, and scramble right here!
Trixie is ready to drop our hat into the ring.
She jumps right in there, to do a bit of Jell-O wrestling.
I am proud of my muse. I give her the wink.
She grabs Donald Duck, and she gives him a twink.
Her medal is all over the place, in shades of yellow and pink.
We are having a great time, our ideas on the brink….
There was a new potato that had just been harvest born
On opening his eyes a rooster crowed its horn.
He had grown rather quickly and grown rather strong
But that's when his feelings started to feel wrong.
Mr Potato had noticed he was feeling very sad
Sometimes it felt like, he was going slowly mad.
He was feeling confused and didn't understand why
Deep down he felt rotten, he just wanted to cry.
He discovered a big chip on his little shoulder
That grew too heavy to carry as he got older.
Then there was the urge to pound and to mash
That got quiet messy but made a tasty hash.
He gave a brill roasting when he felt mad
That was either good or extremely bad.
On the days he was fine he felt chirpy and crisp
Those were the days he fancied going for a dip.
When it was too hot he felt rather boiled
And when it was cooler he liked to feel the cold.
His skin went more brown when he got baked
His spud-kini gave him wedges - for goodness sake!
Mother Nature felt sorrow for this confused spud
So she sent a gentle breeze that felt like a hug.
It was important he knew, he is valued so much
He smiled and listened when he felt her soft touch.
"These feelings that you feel are normal you see,
For you are a potato these feelings come naturally.
Your loved by so many and desired too
Your the stable in diets and great in a stew".
"Your the star at every vegan, society social bash
In soups an as a bread, your the main in creamy mash.
Your the star on the topping of a shepherds pie
Your famous world over, a very popular guy."
"You feed so many people, the rich and the poor
Your popular and wanted, it's you they adore.
You come from a large family of sisters and brothers
You have royal connections you will discover."
"The farmers will feed you and keep you warm
Your important to millions you have texture and great form.
King Edward and Charlotte, Maris Piper, Desiree
These are just a few from your large family tree."
He felt happy to know that he had a purpose
And easy to grow and there was even some surplus.
Feeding so many, especially the poor
He was now ready, to go through the kitchen door.
08.09.23