i have a cousin that likes this one guy and had been for a long time. her nickname is pokey and we nick named him mushroom man or mm.
the 3 following poems i wrote for her.
Pokie and her Mushroom Man in the robotic fields of yore
when once upon a times existed
lived a lovely, demure maiden
with midnight hair thrown and twisted
bonbons and nuts of corn
were a part of her delicacies
she consumed day and night
while dancing to whatever suited her fancies
tunes of her native descent
would fade into the deep heavens
to be overcome by immense stirrings
while listening to Steve Val’s ‘touching tongues’
what destinies are beholden
for a love, she, “Pokie” began
whence alighting upon the blue water,
scented charm of the ‘Mushroom Man’
dwelling in imaginations yon
unto the depths of the mind
completely engulfed there in, of
two lovers embraced and intertwined
he, of mysterious descent
able bodied gent of the land
exuded warmth and affection
from such amorous kiss upon her hand
wherein the land of dreams
love ne’er needs a shiny key
to open what has not been shut
between the Mushroom Man, and his Pokie
Copyright 01 November 2009
MahTame
*****
Pokie Rescued her Mushroom Man whence once upon a times from a long ago
a remembrance trickled unto the hour of today
Pokie unraveled the gnarlied, distorted falsehoods
that kept her Mushroom Man at a depressing bay
Pokie tried to rescue her discouraged man
From the depths of a darkened despair
A hopeless affair he thought he was in
but with compassionate empathy she’d share
communication was sent through wires
echoed upon a crystalline valley below
robotic nature riveted among its sound
while waterfalls cascaded with thundering flow
lifesavers were thrown through the mire
to save him from the tangled weed
mountains and molehills became less
as she redirected what was his addictive need
she’d show him about the ups and down
in living in the crazy world he came from
confusion would wreak havoc in his mind
distorted the direction from where she’d come
what’s right may very well be quite wrong
drinking to drown out the pain of today
or kill the memory of yesteryear’s trouble
did he not know what her caring would convey?
such beautimus ray of sunshine enveloped
the depressed gray shroud he’d cloak himself
love has no barricade when given with care
especially when it came from Ms. Pokie, herself
Copyright 03 November 2009, MahTame
*****
The Plight of the Mushroom Man He called softly through the November wind
Across the robotic valley beyond the watery deep
‘Love Me’* echoed from rocky crags of cedar canyon
Riveted into the air waves of song in Pokies’ keep
‘Come unto mine heart, my precious friend
Thou have understood the darkness engulfed in me’
Words cannot express what a caring heart has given
Glimpses of an amorous soul no doubt helped him see
Citrine colors flew through the depths of seclusion
Depressed emotions stood at a standstill below
Beauty overcame the shroud of despair he held inside
Encouraged the negativity to fill up his cup and overflow
He had felt down in the dumps, wished to be displaced
From where he has resided for quite some unknown time
Driven and lost to leave the robotic hills of endless yore
Away from the sparkling waters and crystalline sublime
Charismatic light intermixed with the sun’s ray across
Fields of nuts of corn and dancing sunflower heads
He noticed Pokies’ concern for her Mushroom Man
As tokens of love displayed as it continuously spreads
Pokie led him to the very wise Elder of Gray Canyon
Where hints of burnt cedar arose above mountain tops
Native prayers offered to the highest realm, their Creator
Comforted the Mushroom Man as he wished it ne’er stops
‘O November wind, come console this confused soul
Cover over his darkened shroud and bring out the light
Carry him through gentle breezes of comforting care
Keep this young man from fleeing in his distraught plight’
Copyright 08 November 2009, MahTame
*’Love Me’ by Enigma