Short Mush Poems
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Neuroscience
takes a world class meal
grinds it into bits
and tries to convince us
— its taste has improved
(Villanova University: April, 2025)
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
Form:
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
"mush" means go to the sturdy huskies in the Yukon
mush made of cornmeal I fry up and slater syrup on
mush is great to use in a poem, a chameleon without a blush.
she rhymes with hush, shush, gush, lush, and definitely rush.
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
within without and all about
the chickens went insane
the humans squabbled bout the drought...
yet it was so amusing
theirin they're out without a doubt
plain turkeys ran for cover
old mabel sploshed the beans about
and cast them on the table
enough of thought abusing....
online musing mush.....Don Johnson
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
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 my love for it tickled my daddy
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 price.
I really like the jelly and the way they fry the mush,
I like it all so much that I keep the secret hush.
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 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 for hours.
your eyes
turned my brain
into hot pudding.
you left me only
your voice by telephone.
then nothing......
only hot pudding.