Short Mishmash Poems
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Now here's mishmash mess of a dish,
A hodgepodge of things you won't miss,
Use-by-dates, well past encore,
Muddled up on the floor,
A culinary concoction so swish!
Nought, zero, nix, blank
Out of information
To impart with no
Heroics to present
Idolized in prose.
Nubilous words flounder
Growing into a mishmash of
Total nothingness.
Opine this silly
Sentiment anyway
As if
You'all are even listening.
north and south
east and west
the seasons four
regular like clockwork
they drove our calendar
now somehow become
an unpredictable mishmash
lacking rhyme or reason
we now keep leery tabs
on climate change
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2021
the world is not black and white
the world is many shades of gray
truth and lies can be the same color
everyone says that growing is hard
no one says that not growing is harder
life is a fusion of emotions and seeing
a mishmash of beauty and ugly
one must face the ugly
in order to see the beauty
big spin
win again
in like Flynn
hodgepodge dodge
slash bash
mishmash
sycophants
chants rants
seat-of-the-pants
riff-raff
grift graft
craft
debate obfuscate
obligate
alienate
annoy enjoy
deploy
destroy
curtail assail
derail …
pray tell ?
She was a good dog but at times
she could be a ,
like the way she would look back
when I called her
with a certain demeanor, perhaps borrowed
from my ex-wife.
I wonder sometimes about old souls
and totems and all the other
confusing mishmash that folks
fall back on when a dog looks at you
as if it were taking you for a walk,
and you had better try
a whole lot harder.
puffy clouds regal
float in wind swept spaces
lift
brown flecked eagle
birds in mishmash flight
breaching boundaries
vexed
by jets thwarting height
courtship songs tumbling
planes intrusive rumbling
environmental grumbling
Poem written: March 24, 2021
She was a good dog but at times
she could be a ,
like the way she would look back
when I called her
with a certain demeanor, perhaps borrowed
from my ex-wife.
I wonder sometimes about old souls,
animal spirits and all the other
confusing mishmash that folks
fall back on when a dog looks at you
as if it were taking you for a walk,
and you had better try
a whole lot harder.
Dead skin, brown and broken sits
Strung in a monstrous mishmash
Trodden down by pompous feet
And those that gaze may wonder
Why tortured skin
should be worn by a fool’s sinister foot
The dead era still walks free
Rapping coldly on the floor
Treading the path of righteousness
Though on occasion
Thieves set upon this broken body
To set it where men do not seek
Watching from on high
For the dead to reclaim the dead
Away from this mishmash world,
Alone, just by myself,
in the serene solitude of seclusion,
Wrapped up in the gathering gloom
of this solemn dusk,
I am at peace at last with myself.
With the sun long gone and
the moon lost in a maze of haze,
With the hills standing gray and mute,
Where would one go to find
one’s soul lost along the way?
~09/15/21
~Contest: "M" Mishmash
~Sponsor: Constance La France.
Mishmash of thoughts,
smashing potatoes,
brightened with butter
and lots of salt.
Wherever was i,
thoughtless, scattering,
smishing and smattering
what ought
to be sound, fearless
and earth shattering—
a cause.
Finally,
the mishmash
of thoughts,
lined up,
tear down
the page…
all the rage,
totally engaged,
a symphonic sage,
a madman’s parade,
a sword twisted—
a poem wielded and waged.
9/18/2021
Iridescent bubbles, in my sleep, I see
a mishmash of things: some dear to me,
some odd - mind's subtle hues gleam,
a hodgepodge they seem;
Aw! in my
dream
I see sky
with two suns and stream -
baffling scenes, mismatch, I deem;
Still, I love my mind's craftwork, I glee,
iridescent bubbles, in my sleep, I see
Date: 01/22/2023
Writing Challenge - Andaree Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
For women men drop big cash
To have them toothy smiles flash:
If one needs windows, gets Sash:
Blenders to tomatoes mash,
Women quite free to sound brash!
For handsome men – No! A Trash!
Even Eves the idea thrash,
For being infinitely rash,
Save one did cash in banks stash…
Macho Men can’t their teeth gnash
Nor round with displeasure dash:
Whether Norman, Noah or Nash
They’d be unleashing tongue lash,
On their names leaving a gash…
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