Long Mushy Poems
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It's a Soupy situation,
When inspiration will not come
My mind has gone on vacation
At both the rising and the setting of the sun
I have fallen into the Soup
A peasouper, that's for sure
It's so thick and mushy
I cannot see any more.
I tried to communicate with Shakespeare,
Last night when I went to bed
A voice whispered from afar
You will have to use your initiative
Don't you know the Bard is DEAD!
Dead! how dare he
Leaving me alone,
Another so-called Poet
Who will remain unknown
I picked up my pen, covered in dust
And had run out of ink,
To my disgust.
That pen of mine doesn't want to play,
We both may feel like writing on another day
There is no point
If you have ‘been there, done that’
Unless you announce so loudly
On social sites
Show the proof of
The ‘Happy Family’ moments
You see, enjoying those moments
At that very instance
Is secondary
It is all about looking ahead
Thinking of the future
And this is just the beginning
Because now you
Have to check, every now and then
Those comments
Of your friends
Their mushy remarks
‘Oohs’ and ‘Aahs’
Literally dripping their love for you
These bring back the twinkle in your
Sleep deprived eyes
And instantly uplift
Your travel weary selves
If you do not get a response
From someone specific
And you want to know
Whether he is dead or alive
All you have to do is
‘Poke’ him
His reaction, a ‘thumbs up’ will
Give you the same satisfaction
As a complete meal on a hungry stomach
And your daughter will tell you
‘Now, it has all been worth it’
Your ‘Thank you’ replies
To hundreds such comments
Are bound to keep you busy
For weeks to come
So much for our craving
For some ‘social recognition’
If not in the real world
Then at least in the virtual one
Where no great achievements
Are needed to get those
‘Rewarding’ comments
Poems happen all day long
All you need do is observe
No need to rack your li'l old brain
Soon have a bunch in reserve
Your brain will be on overload
Fingers will pound the keys
Illusive thoughts will pop right in
You'll probably need to pee
Won't believe how easy they'll come
Poems will literally flow
Body will start to shimmy and shake
Tremble right down to your toes
But one thing please be careful of
Take a break every now and then
Or your overtaxed brain will get all mushy
And drive you round the bend
Just a bit of friendly advice
How I see it for what it's worth
Everything in moderation, my friends
Your life will be filled with mirth
I am going to sea in a blueberry boat
That danced in the wind by the lee she did float
With vanilla sails and strawberry jib to bend her
Her chocolate chine hull held true on this double-ender
From starboard to port in a raspberry ocean
Her freeboard it romped up and down with commotion
The peppermint tiller was sticky to hold
My gimbals in irons I chose to be bold!
For spring tides it heeled her from stem to stern
While her yaw rode frosted waves of pineapple churns
She heaved and bellowed singing "Alive-Alive-O!"
As her rudder was a fishtail from a mermaid below
Over and under the jawbreaker swells
Listing like an upside-down candy apple she fell
To the bonbon trough she stumbled and waned
She crashed like a sugared angel melting in the rain
But I was the captain with orders to spew
I cried of marshmallows and graham crackers too
I could not give up and bend like a mushy banana
My heart was determined to sail the 'Susquahanna'
Alas she sunk to the deep down under
My pocket was her aftermath of all left asunder
While I swallowed candy with joyful jiggles
She melted away between nibbles and giggles!
September 13, 2019
Welcome to my Random World
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter
Thanks
To Mom and Dad:
Christmas words of gratitude
For all your kind parental latitude.
Thanks for all the nights you lost your sleep,
Thanks for all the junk you let me keep.
Thanks for mending faded jeans,
Thanks for making me eat my greens.
Thanks for putting up with teenage moods,
Thanks for all the drinks and food.
Thanks for all the love and all that mushy stuff,
I know now being big is tough.
Thanks for all the things you've done for me,
From buying toys to mending battered knees.
Thanks for all the thanks I forgot to say,
And being nice about it anyway.
The thanks I owe are more than I can count,
Let's say they're an undefined amount.
There'll be many more to owe, I'm sure it's true,
But mainly, thanks, just for being you.
He travels like the speed of light! So powerful he is look at him go!
It’s only him…
The one and only……BANANANANA MANNN!
Banana man-banana Man, banana-na na-banana man!
Juicily he is inside of his peel, he is very soft, but they call him the man of steel!
He fights crime, or monkeys u can say, because if you eat him or his banana family….HE WILL MAKE YOU PAY!
So strong he is look at his strength, if you try to hurt him YOU WONT BE ABLE TO EVEN MAKE A DENT!
Banana man-banana man, the one and only banana man
But one very sad evening…..On his magnificent body occurred black spots; he started to get mushy and started to rot!
So sad it was to see him go! But till this day we will sing in sorrow….
Banana Man- Banana Man, the one who got mushy with black spots…….Banana Man!
Written: January 19, 2024
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Wondrous cymbals
in choral harmony
enraged scarlet wing beats
in a fierce rhapsody!
Countless moments
strung together.
Echoes pelt,
of unfulfilled desires
a minute hand race
without a tether
horizon turns a fuchsia shade
as mauve
streaks paint a show
purple dreams
catch fire and glow.
Swirling seraphic sways
while you glide
on ethereal waves
euphoric whirls of
azulene loops
euphuistic?
Fantasies swirl
in the velvet eyes
As the sliver
of the moon alights
The blushing sunset
rekindles yearnings
Zephyr is honeyed
by the lavender petals
Fragrant allegories
smote my essence
A velvet cloak of dreams
dances across my skin
My heart's sleeves
pirouette in bliss
Words of love
Braille-alike soft kisses
Tender promises
mingle sweet breaths
Gives a heady
rush akin to mulled vinegar.
A chilling pulse, a numb sigh
where does the boundary lie?
between life and death?
shattered verbal tidbits
may spiral beyond sight;
speaking is perilous
from feeble fingers
and wild gazes
assuming I am silent
with a talent quadrant,
a quail in the bush,
diction falling mushy
notice my words
I taught them to rhyme
still not worth your time
hearts were forsaken
by a haze of ideas
I believe I'll speak to stones.
DON'T GET AFRAID
Are you attracted with my beauty ?
Dance with me, giving you priority.
Me chewing , eating corn.
I'm the nice Unicorn.
I won't hit you , giving surety .
So soft woolly pulpy are my paws.
Too mushy doughty also my claws.
Uncle-Aunt are Rhinos .
Cousins are buffaloes .
Spiral- horned Antelopes are my in-laws .
Behind my crown is hidden single horn.
Don't get afraid ! With this gift I am born.
Take this posy of rose.
Please hug me coming close.
If you don't, with my blow you will be torn.
11/28 /22
Children ' s Limericks
Second place
Contest by Eve Roper.
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
One need not be David Copperfield,
nor a card shark/sharp, scrutinizing
random display codified
computer algorithm doth yield.
The chance to "win"
may appear tubby zero
analogous finding a diamond
in the rough, even
with help of
a heartfelt superhero
nonetheless toil away, asper
setting suitable spade work,
and cock sombrero
just so to avoid,
the virtual sun
shining in eyes, and affect
a fin guard hand sum
swagger that Cicero,
would be fain to boast
whereat sportsman/
woman ship touted
from one coast
to another for playing
fair and square
as with a ghost,
but essentially nobody,
but yourself dost host,
which one person team,
(thou self) essentially most
ideal match, when testing layout
random shuffle computer
program did post,
and no matter experiencing
cerebral neurons sizzling
like fifty shades plus
of gray matter roast
ting like chestnuts
on an open fire
envision accolades huzzahs,
and special toast
ye give yourself,
no matter stiff odds
stacked against thee,
and feel a bit whooshy
washy outsmarting the
game coder despite yar tushy
feeling comfortably numb,
with tingling sensation,
no matter squishy
tissue being pinched with
all out effort of most pushy
fan (again your sole self),
who succeeds as best
groupie getting mushy
timidly asking yourself
for an autograph,
and lastly taking a selfie
posing incognito with a
note tory us whig
outlandishly bushy.