Mush Poems - Poems about Mush

Neuroscience takes a world class meal grinds it into bits and tries to convince us — its taste has improved (Villanova University: April, 2025) ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Another Horn Haiku president who lies will be much to our surprise when he should be wise Jim Horn...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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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You cut me out of your life I’ll butcher you out of mine Chop chop chop chop There go the memories The images With one fell swoop I've decapitated your smile CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP There go the words Torn away like extra slabs of fat Oh…yes, there go the juicy chunks of sentiment I had for you Those I didn't chop Those I sawed away... Chainsawed So the blood...

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Folks who know me are aware that I seldom write romantic mush. Such saccharine verse is alien to me and causes me to blush! But just this once I'll paraphrase some verse upon which you may muse. Perhaps it'll arouse your curiosity, but as to its source I'll provide no clues! "Ah! How beautiful you are, my darling,...

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I like Bacon and eggs and lightly buttered, lightly toasted jelly toast, They cook it all at a restaurant down the road I like eggs about the most, I like the way they cook the sausage patties they come out really nice, I like the way they cook them and I don't usually mind the...

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