Long Morel Poems

These are some interesting shrooms that i have never picked: 

Bay bolete cap looks like brownish blood in color stipe is whitish brown mild flavour Edible 

Black trumpet looks like black sardacenia 
It’s edible.From its...

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Growing up in Podunk Missouri,
meant that we had the freedom to roam.
Up and down rivers and wooded hills,
those places that we called home.

Picked berries, peaches, plums, and cherries,
and at least the ones that didn’t fill...

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'Tis glorious springtime agin in Wayne County, Indiana!
(Never mind that a blizzard jes' blew in frum Montana!)
Folks wuz beginnin' to till their gardens to plant pertaters,
And wuz bustin' clods to set out plants uv beefsteak...

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It’s you again, oh me, oh my. I’m blinded by…
Seeing nothing but an application of a relentless stupidity.
Oh my heart, and its restless inquires. 
First glance, from a stolen photo, first syllables, on the phone…...

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illumination is brought to the forest shelf
the oaks commit to another year of life
violets and moss house six faeries and an elf

father sky pines for the day he takes a wife
wondering about mother nature’s ways
the...

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hey
how you doing
I know I know  
I was gonna call
ahh just busy at the lab
ya things are cool
what
it SUCKs
I hate the snow
I can't wait for spring
morel mushrooms and oysters
Noo I haven't seen him for...

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You must not have believed
in the death of poets.

A harpsichord wind 
plays the bare, coral trees
in an ashen sky.

Songs sing like passive seas
honed red with remembering.

You are ancient Aztec,
edged flint--
yet you burn in us
as we...

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Spring Appearance

As daylight hours increase, and Winter forgoes:
The sun’s heat to release meltwater from the snow
Raising the lake until balance is established,
By output of water rushing to sea level.

Spring’s appearance stimulates reproduction,
Of survival and progeny...

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Hidden, perched on high,
The Peregrine Falcon echolocates the
bird-in-flight warning song.
Only when intercept is optimal, takes flight.
Soaring over 100mph, wings and claws
cantilever for precise capture.

There is no app I follow, only the rhythms
of nature my Father...

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I sit gazing by the candlelight
Trying to see my paper so I can write
A poem for you with a theme that’s right
So everyone can read about our plight
Know our whole story and gain insight
Of overcoming...

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Christie  MOSES is a great poetess.
Her pen  MOVES with great finesse.

For  her  MORES in poetic verse,
Are like  MOREL mushrooms immersed;

Sautéed  MOTEL hot delicacies; 
Ice cold  HOTEL chilled daiquiris....

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I’ve never really seen a toad
    sitting on a toadstool.
A cheating mushroom farmer
    has bad morel character.
I wonder what your life is like
    if that’s what...

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Foraging through the firry forest
I came upon roses in the wild,
not the elusive morel I sought,
but roses, pink, mauve, cerise, and scarlet.
They raised their velvety, flushed heads
as if to encourage my caress.
Fragrance, so tantalizing, wafted
as...

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