(the more knowledge
gleaned
the less instinct
weaned)

once witches
small perhaps
eccentric somewhat
and followed
by thrush
sang
spied by curious
mice
sat on by old
ticks
munched the
fly agaric
and roamed
the nightly forest..

or flew into
great red skies
howling through
storming cries
screaming to fell
or styled vertical
with  two
black tusks
glinting
to caste hex
upon foe
and scatter the dead
to  perform abomination
with here little cat
perched behind
skull and moon
bat and croon
o the wind wild
o ancient chile
evil prays so
the great eye
the **** crow
the spite
and soon
o baal
sired the morn..

i

Aloof aback the nether antechamber
Abaddon tried to calleth out mine name
Aba composition's awoke from smoke
Whilst nephilim brutes were left untamed.

ii

They bit me and they gripped me with
Their nail's of poison and polunium whip's
Through the old agaric horror play oubliette
Obelisk's, of troglodyte monstrosity!!!!

iii

The nearing was open, yet to far off
I felt the crimson color, up mine lung's I coughed
Mine calumus pinion's all were eventually lost
For I was mocked, as the legion scoffed.

iv

Scourged I was, as mine back was chopped
Like glass bead's hitting a gentle rock
They cracked mine sweetly frame, and made a pop
Mine soul was dying, mine head was lost.

v

Yet in the destination of this witching hour
Cameth in Gabriel and Michael of all unknown power's
They arrayed this hell with celestial shower's
They freed me of mine inferno, and tooketh me to the higher sire.





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry.....

Swaying in the soft gentle breeze,
succulent green leaves glisten and glow,
catching the sun's golden rays, filtering
through the coppiced canopy above,
reflecting off droplets from heaven;
Bringing the verdant vibrant woods to life.

There's many a story these woods could tell,
If only trees could talk;
Long in the night they'd stand and share,
of the songbird’s sweet call for loves lost,
the snowy owl's nocturnal adventures,
the *****’s screams of ecstasy, or pain.

And let us not forget, the forest fairies fair,
coming out to play on such a glorious morn.
Sunbathing atop a toadstool fly agaric,
Admiring the glistening golden spider's web,
Downing the nectar from a rain soaked leaf.
Washing dainty toes in the morning dew.

But don’t expect to see one.
For they are as timid as the fawn,
yet as brave as the lion.
As delicate as lace,
yet as strong as silk.
But they are there, rest assured.
Keeping the magic of the woods alive,  
protecting the spirits of the trees,
and allowing the secrets of the woods to live on,
For evermore

slipping from my fingers,
the fickle fish time,
sand running out of the hourglass.
tell me why nothing may last,
why the leaf reaching an emerald-green apex,
decays to brown.
and why the fly agaric
has grown through your body,
jewels in your funeral shroud.
two glossy berries have fallen into your eyes,
staring at me, at the wind blowing the soil onto you.
your prized bracelets and necklaces replaced by young creepers,
white flowers filling ripening buds.
and when your elderflower bones touch the light,
two-hundred-and-six pearls released from their oyster,
as the shining leaf turns to grey.



nothing gold can stay

Day I forgot, I forgot a week,
Got the names mixed up.
Parachutes swing,
Worms seeds.

Kilograms of honey agaric,
Compliments the perfume.
So and are written, guys,
Centimeters poems.

What a day, with marked –
No deck, no tablet.
No particular
Goal not was and there is no.

Crowded long box,
But the receipts are empty.
The printer, gasping, drags
Striped sheets.

the wild daisy blooms in May,
warm soil nurturing, the dampness springing forth
turkey tails and fly agaric.
from this soil happiness sprouts too,
in the form of sweet exchanges,
awkward mishaps,
sincere confessions.
you are the May sunshine and the rain,
which makes my heart and mind blossom.
and may we step barefoot on the cool dewy grass,
and embark on this journey together

Strophe
I
O mycorrhiza, natures inter net.
This inter net does keep all plants alive .
It beats out what our race has thought as yet.
The natural world around it does thrive.
II
Trees struck by lightning ,finished by decay.
The  Net enacts signs to the  biosphere
Mycorrhiza knows and does save the day.
The Net does save the ecosphere is that clear ?

III
This food does helps a lot  of damaged trees.
Trees kept alive as long as they can stand.
The Net restores a lot of trees with ease
Mycorrhiza the way to heal the land.

IV
‘shrooms good  to eat I relay at  the least
The Lions mane ,Reishi are good  for health
Find Boletes and Chanterels -what a feast! ,
And the Turkey-tail shroom, Wow !you own wealth

Antestrophe
I
Fire burns deadwood at the place  it does fall
They free up space ; release fresh food they do.
Black Morels grow in burnt out soil ,I recall
Remember the sun and rain they help too.

II
Eat meat and fowls and fish all good for you
Drink  V8 it will keep you so healthy  
Eat  fruit and veggies all good for you too
Deduce the rede above you are wealthy .

III
And many mushrooms are poisonous too,
The Fly Agaric white spotted red cap ‘shroom ,
The Sickener ,red cap-white stripe bad for you,
Fly Agaric most likely brings your  doom.

IV
The Deathcap mushroom surely is deadly,
There are many others that aren’t reckoned,
Eating a deadly one  kills you quickly,
Unknown shroom located, it should be questioned.

Epode
I
The fifth kingdom is  surely wondrous,
We know a little measure about fungus,
In school it’s in microbiology ,
We know more  on standard biology.
II
There’s a field called Radical Mycology ,
Peter McCoy created this hip field,
Earth’s  Net as model of ecology,
If you practise carefully you should get healed. .

III
When picking strange mushrooms carry a  guide ,
If you eat them your ride might be a hurst,
If they are edible  wash them ,try them fried ,
Do not heed  my advice|things might be worst .

IV
And Natures ' Net  does hold plants together
It feeds them all  in good or bad weather  ,
And eating healthy food keeps one stout ,
And Natures. ways certainly deep I shout !