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...
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
Left on moonlit Luna's Lot are my collection of yin-yang art articles
Toadstool Tillie lives in a toadstool house
With a cat, a rat, a snake and a mouse.
A bunny comes by with his friend dragon.
“Can we please borrow your new red wagon?”
Toadstool Tillie has been burned before.
By people who borrow and never come back in the door.
Stealing her stuff, so she says “Only if we come with you.”
We do not agree, as the snake creeps us out, said Lou.
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
Wispy toadstool ring
dewdrops pepper the ground;
Port key of the Fey.
A fright filled night is Halloween
Monsters and goblins make me scream
Scary costumes, some too extreme
An evil scheme An evil scheme
Red splattered shirt from fake blood stains
No! These drops spilled from human veins
Vampire fangs caused the victim's pains
His warm blood drains His warm blood drains
Night prowlers will lead you astray
With candy treats they tempt their prey
If you see them best run away
From haunting fey From haunting fey
Witches are spiteful and cruel
Casting spells with newt and toadstool
Halloween crones who spit and drool
Beware the ghoul! Beware the ghoul!
Desert Botanical Garden - Phoenix, AZ
Come and find me in this garden;
I know not where the hours go.
Palm fronds brush against my cheek -
Lone toadstool, blush of mallow.
They say this is the Garden of Eden -
Rocks of lichen, red yucca.
But I think this is probably heaven -
Birds-of-paradise and vinca.
You will find here a green shelter;
Shade fills the inner sanctuary.
Canaries whistle o'er yonder -
Dew drops on a banana leaf.
Let's be as kids like we once were;
Take my hand, let's go find its end.
Make a wish on a four-leaf clover -
White passion vine, black-eyed Susan.
Heaven can wait if we persevere.
Let my bosom be your headrest.
Morning glories open to the day;
Sure feels like we're heaven-blessed.
Polka dotted toadstool boogie was on ice today
Frilly and fancy, important in every kind of way
Are they putting on airs? Asked a prissy fellow fey
Not that I know of I said, scampering straight away
The frogs were croaking as if it were Saturday
In back of them I heard a large ugly bull frog bray
The bog is getting crazy, I said to my friend McVey
He said “That’s how it is down here on Bijou Bay”.
ancient forest moss
camouflage fairy fungai ~
toadstool paradise
Springtime on the ranch is just round the bend
You’ll get your nose cleared, we have cows and pigs
The thaw brings forth chores, that smell and offend
Rubber boots and gloves are now our new digs
As the snow melts, we are left with a moat
Springtime is here with its bag full of tricks
It’s sour and slick, so just clear your throat
The thistles now grow so watch out for pricks
The air never smells like sugar and spice
Out in the birch, there grows fly agaric
It deters the skunk, encrusted with lice
This mushroom will make, all feel lethargic
A blend of toadstool and garlic I’m told
Will stop puffy butt from reaching our fold
Toadstool house was surrounded by four leaf clover guards
Most thought they were decorative, but they had ears and minds.
They recorded all of the things the mice and the rabbits thought
Mind readers and repeaters, what more could a vacationer ask for?
Snow bird elf could not wait to return and see what they had learned.
The whole thing had seemed some mutiny
While hundred eyes stuck to scrutiny!
A young Eve with an old company
She’d met at a roadside company,
Freshly by his side in bikini
And freshly quaffing iced martini…
Next, some careless bites of zucchini
She’d picked from a Free Sabatini,
Litters from The Free Thing all over,
Even as she held its left over…
Bikini! And there’s no swimming pool,
Not for a mile pond without toadstool
A morning too cold for waters cool
And that’s why wearer had seemed a fool…
Plus eyes could afford scrutiny
Of The Disturbingly Skinny!
I’ve never really seen a toad
sitting on a toadstool.
A cheating mushroom farmer
has bad morel character.
I wonder what your life is like
if that’s what you call fun, gus?
Edible, yes, but some will kill
and others make you mellow.
Not your favorite?
Be a good spore, don’t make a fuss.
I’m kind of guessing portobello
was a portly fellow.
I don’t know who could live in those;
there doesn’t seem to be mush room.
Shiitake is the trash-mouthed one
who has bad takes and fumes.
Toadstool wizard with a heart of loveliness brilliant as a star
Headed toward the field where the roses and the corn stalks are.
We heard him coming, and we cleared out of the way.
He is the one we know will be excited, merry and gay.
Toadstool wizard with a soul of possibilities and a light manner,
Is always welcomed by the whole village, even the mayor, Tanner.
We cheer when we see him climb out of his Wizardly car.
He is a marvel, so magical, he shines like a magnificent star.
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
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