Long Toadstool Poems
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Alabaster you say? Or is it a tombstone slab of lime?
I know my sister has decided to irritate me during this field trip.
Where did it originate? Did anyone see the vandals?
I have no words; knowing my sister has transmogrified.
No one can shapeshift harder or faster than Cara.
Now the trick is to get rid of the audience before I cast my spell.
They would stop letting me teach school if they knew I was a Wiccan.
Hear sister giggling, knowing she has put me in a precarious situation.
“How are you going to get it out of the tree roots?” PTA member asks.
“I have my ways, but it has to be done without an audience, “I say.
They begin to mutter. I can hear them say “crazy,” and it irritates me.
I cast a fast spell and Cara turns into a teensy toadstool.
“Where is it?” Someone asks.
The others are awed.
I pretend I do not know where the tombstone is either.
A toddler points at me. Her mother kisses her fingers.
Catastrophe averted.
Look at the picture in the frame I am holding
I have caught a memory, and it is now unfolding
Walking through the wood my camera in my hand
I look around this very green and pleasant land.
A camera over my shoulder, a flask with something hot
I have them the wrong way round I nearly miss my shot.
In the distance a baby deer is hiding behind a fallen log
I am on my guard I dare not move, but I really want to jog
The mist rolls by, I see his ears they move barely a whisper
I crouch down low camera to eye, a cloth to wipe the mist off
A red toadstool is by the log I cannot believe my luck
It’s like a fairytale picture that you could see in a story book
I focus very cautiously and zoom in on my prey
The mist clears the deer’s head pops up and I have the picture of the day.
I am inviting you to imbibe with me with a little drink said the cat.
The tiny mini mouse was surprised, for he had heard the cat was a rat.
What would we have to drink? He asked, a bit leery of this.
We’ll have some white Zin, it’s wonderful, said Cat Miss.
The tiny mouse sat on a toadstool and took a few sips.
The cat was all chatty and moved back and forth her cat hips.
You are so nervous! She said. Why can’t you relax like a bee?
Or a butterfly? Asked the pink monarch, whose name was Lee.
The mouse did not put his guard down, he was nervous as heck.
Cat Miss said, “I can get you some white Zen, bottled up in a peck.”
The mouse could not calm down, his home was quite a trek.
Unfortunately, he drank too much and ended up in a wreck.
Moral of the story is do not worry about what might not be
And if you go out drinking, stick to sassafras tea
A world arises as dryad clusters of interlaced oysteruos flair umbrellas fairies from sunburst orb piercing rays. Vast umbra fae churn soil into a sea of plush fungi filigree in midst fields blanketed with lush evergreen forestry. Highland's spore-bearing rush wild, elevating charm. The gloaming illumination, an alternate universe climaxes as Jinns grant wishes to intermesh the electric event, an
aesthetic landscape
strawberry capped stems with white
polka dot sprinkles!
pixie’s apple bright garden
toadstool suspects virulence
EASTER DINNER
they liked the one behind me
the teal and black checkerboard
its sparkling tiles on the diagonal
red, yellow, blue, pink pillows
on sofas and chair
the sunrise was unsympathetic
like the cross, but the service
was cozy for Easter Sunday.
remember how it was raining yesterday?
they liked the one behind me
with framed women and palms
i’d have to look over my shoulder
see the eyes of the beholders
steadily for twelve hours plus
prepping the whole affair
can you smell the onions and peppers
the beginnings of love
they liked the one behind me
with the blue and pink sky,
red roses fanned out, ferns,
and modern art on display
stirred the flour, salt,
nearly a dozen eggs
and water, still needed
more water
they liked the one behind me
with the great picture window,
the surf and sail, red and white
striped shell, a book, and
a cocktail with straw
chicken - legs and breast
red and white wine
no deviled eggs - tossed
toadstool radishes
they liked the painting
it drew them in
i liked that they liked it
wonder if they saw
the red parakeet?
even the beach chairs are red
did they spy all the red things
obviously I’ve counted
most everything
that is behind my back
and in front of me
4/9/2023
Twilight composers
Here on the night before yesterday’s dream
Twilight composers retreat
Laughing at whispers a’ flow on the stream
Happily taking a seat
Practicing meadowlark lyrics to sing
Strumming a toadstool in tune
Awaiting the light that the fireflies bring
Blinking a wink at the moon
Tulips with tambourines gather around
Spider web chandeliers glow
Shade tree sonatas, a wonderful sound
Echoing up from below
Pine cone recitals and blueberry sighs
Star dust ovations in rhyme
Choruses sung beneath velveteen skies
Harmonic three quarter time
Orchestral canopies glisten above
Melodic rainbows the view
Performing songs written solely of love
Played on this evening for you
Good Night Soupers
Bard, write through the blizzard!
Icicles, grow from ink!
Gibbous at the gizzard?
Thus, trickery, I think.
Ginkgo, garish gecko.
What herbivore eats this?
Drink thy sweetened tea down slow!
Crow carrion, abyss!
Death. O riddle, wrought in red?
City, rise the dead.
Heaven and Hell, hold thy head!
Careful where ye tread!
Hate, boil up inside my skull!
Overflow and burn!
Clean the end of every trull?
Turmoil taciturn.
Clarion? The count concurs.
Minnow, thy murmurs.
Yellowing scroll, languid lures.
Blue as vision blurs.
Adhesive, thy autopsy.
Blackguard, bounty's broadloom.
Stuck inside, apostrophe?
Apostasy, doom.
Motifs of the hedgerows?
Escarpment, extinction.
Ocean water, harsh thy blows!
Prose, profit the pun.
Toadstool? Viscosity of blood.
Food for thought and gods.
Sonic rain, hurricane, flood.
Vintage, O voivods...
( posted only today Jul 21, 2026)
Merry spells, fairy tales
—
I went down good old memory lane
Down neverland, land of fairy folk
To times of less stress and strain
Now don't laugh it off as a joke
Come with me and recall
The fairy folks secret hall
Twas' behind an illusory mirage,
next to the goblin's old garage,
below, to the deep fairy's forest,
where you be an ogre's guest.
— Walk to the hut of a gnome,
where wicked witches roam,
or where trolls have made their home,
around the toothfairy's dome.
And turn left, then, to where
— the wily wizard stayed;
about the corner there,
— where playful pixies played;
and then to the right,
— where frowning brownies dwelled
in lil' mushroom mansions,
— where spells they spelled.
And if time you have to
— actually spy and eavesdrop,
place that ear against the keyhole
— of the elve's lil' shop.
Hear their enchanting chants,
as they sell their magic wands,
and tell tall tales about short pixies,
or of leprechauns in their sixties.
Then you'll come across a genie's cave,
where, when you see a sprite, just wave.
And lastly, move on to where live the impy imps,
and these really might've descended from chimps.
Then, to shrink toadstool size, don't bow —
first ask a genie just to show you how.
You've reached crescent fairy's fairyforest now —
An imaginary, legendary destination — wow!
Beside a flowing waterfall
In the land of the small
Colours so radiant
Wall to wall
Toadstool houses
For bugs of all sizes
Colours galore
Full of different surprises
Sunflowers of orange
Grasses of greens
Creeping vines so friendly
Grace this forested scene
Purples, blues
Yellows and reds
Like rainbows rising
From this carpeted spread
Backgrounds of hues
Hazed by the waterfall mist
Elves and nature
In harmony exist
The tree trunk hotel
Where visiting elves stay
Amidst animals of plenty
And their everyday play
Close your eyes
You will be enthralled
In the land of the small
Beside a flowing waterfall
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A tsunami of black ash blankets half a world
Trash toadstool hoodoos, wastelandic pillage
and pollutant mucus ravishes lava villages
Draining is the amalgam mass at the end of the spectrum
Stone environs shock, unnatural landscapes
Polyethylene islands flushing the canvas
Carbon contaminant fumes flair in mid drift air
Virtually no place on Earth is free of the polymer fog
Foaming magma cascades over metallic mushroom roots
Spiny shoots sprout tentacles from rubber trees
Mercury and cadmium toxin leeches' groundwater
Above the quicksand are flying objects that pass as vultures
For a million magarican dollars I was greeted by a masked spacebot
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