Mush Poems

Cupid's Arrow

Tingly skies full of surprise, oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were poetic art!
He will deliberately ambush you and your entire tush
with a gush loaded arrow he does romantically push
into hearts genuine states of goofy, gooeyed, loving mush.

No one on this earth can evade him, only

Offering the Egret Oatmeal Mush

The egret was poking along thorough the brush
A bull name of King began to get a giant crush
The last love interest he had was a tiny blue thrush
He offered the egret a bite of his oatmeal mush
She declined politely, as had that blue thrush

spring spirit

mystical essence
spring has a spirit presence ...
lost on logic mush

Mush

Neuroscience
takes a world class meal
grinds it into bits
and tries to convince us
 — its taste has improved

(Villanova University: April, 2025)

Daddy's Cornmeal Mush

my daddy loved corn meal mush
mommy didn’t, she had eaten too much of it
during the depression of the thirties

I watched him cook it
because I loved daddy
he gave me a taste
with butter and maple syrup

now I loved corn meal mush too
I can hardly ever find it
but I will never forget the sweet gritty taste
and how much

To Mush Is Just Never Not Enough God You'Re My All and Everything-

It was once but yet it was twice I open up my mind my spirits heart and I realize too much is never not enough oh Lord God I love you
You're my heart and my breath you're my only innocence your grace abounds your arms open wide my God you are not enough but your

Spring Break Up

It is an impressive break up.
The maestro conducts a symphony that
crushes eardrums with locomotive rumbling, 
thumping, bumping, and dumping 
of large chunks of cracking, crackling 
crystalline ice pushing down river.

	Hundreds of tons of ice come together –
		hopefully without devastation. 

It is an environment of change.
In soto voce, soft rippling rivulets, 
icicles dribbling, dripping droplets,
the slushing

President Who Lies Mush To Our Surprise

Another Horn Haiku

president who lies 
will be much to our surprise
when he should be wise

Jim Horn

Dark Room Mush Room Grew Into a Beautiful Flower

In a quieten hidden corner

In a dark and danken room

Where mushrooms alone 
we're meant to grow

An ugly duckling

Swanned


And out of the fog and wetting mist

A solitary flower one day did grow


And bring to bare

A shrinking violet

Placing 1st in the county show


And grew on to be mamed


QUEEN OF ALL OUR BETTER TOMORROW's

Mush-Mellows and Cream

Mush-mellows and Cream

Sweet cream and butter, 
sugar, milk and eggs, 
the treat to eat, 
and no one knows, 
the secret. 

“Mush” is a funny plant, 
It flowers in strange places. 
Where hearts cry, birds lie, 
and the truth, 
is well known. 

Not everyone has been, 
where they need to go, 
or be… 
But the bees

Much Mash Mush

the writes a...scribble
bent folded...mutilated
reading means what...how

the words read...go fish
it's all in your head...concerned
worries are just...bait

a trap for...yourself
how then to expect...to see
mutations...within 

responding's...response
to genetics...programming
basics...survival

everyone...follows
till an ending's within...sight
or sound...a music

that makes perfect...sense
a logics scale scent...again
step toward...beyond


stan sand

Love Poem In 25 Words

Love story in 25 words
By Moonbeam 

Note: This is not a poem by WinkofHeart (aka Brett Somers) 
I'm posting this poem for a friend of mine, Marianne Walther aka Moonbeam to help her share her voice with the world.  Please comment on this poem encouraging her to open her own PoetrySoup account. 


We talked

Mush

Trying to write sillies but love words keep popping
My brain's turning to mush, my love is non stopping
Life's a big blast
What more could I ask
Than feeling true love with a sweet cherry topping

awwwwww

Party Way Mush

Sunshine flowers fairies residency established nifty pixies paradoxically complexed; termed nocturnal.
Gnomes way my magic mushroom.
In my magic garden,
You see.
Fairies coloring gnomes playing hide-n-go-seek—Why I wicker baskets lined organic paper sheathe. 
Basking sunshine only stones throw away from mush made verdure.  
Mushrooms of dark purple magic record inches tall/divided merely centimeters width multitude.
Cultivation combined dehydration,

Mush

If your love songs are not meant for me
I cannot read them, I must let them be
Because when I read and imagine my part
Your words, your words, they tug at my heart

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