Best Mulled Poems

          Mulled Cider

M-is for Merry Christmas.
U-is for unforgettable lights!
L-is for lullabies to the Christ
L-is to laughter...

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our mental simulator is the incubator 
     of our physical illustration
          our...

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Mister Joe, poet, jangles loose change in his pocket,
Jogging memories and garnering thoughts as he walks.
For Mr. Joe's brain washes, tumbles and dries,
his gems of...

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The musk of damp earth after a coating of autumnal rain permeates,

Smoke upon distant chimneys, spiralled clumsily, enveloped by the evening sky,

Leaves underfoot make a...

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Invitations to the Gala
issued by a grave impala
were highly sought out missives 
by the bold and the submissive 
Those omitted uttered curses
shook angry fists or...

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 Let me take you by the hand, 
to St.Albans Abbey.
 At the far end of the lantern- lit cobbled alley.

 There's the Pines and...

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I opened up my cupboard door and then I opened wider,
Dwelling cozily inside, a most humongous spider. 

I do not kill a spider, that’s against...

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Now, each day poses limitless opportunities for stress and strain -
New directions, new pains, new worries, brand-new doors open
Before older squeaky ones have closed, yesterday's...

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Dinner at eight 

Winter soup and roast 

both ready
 
A candle lit 

 table for two 

An empty vase 

without any flowers 

My welcome carpet...

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pumpkin spice coffee
or mulled hot apple cider
october magic

pecan pie muffins
cinnamon hot chocolate
as the red leaves fall

white november days
eggnog in the afternoon 
sledding at twilight

december teatime
a...

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"Odd Lovers"



I feel your reign o’er my warm skin
your eyes cast their burning cerebral majesty
sharp diamonds cool blue sky twinning rays 
the same time dawn...

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She was Rachel, beautiful as her name and in all ways.
In innocence, caught up in “grown up, worldly things
Folks who knew her laughed it off...

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The German Christmas market was in town 
Stalls emptying fast and looking quite bare
Last minute shopping before it closed down   
T'was Christmas eve...

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Sated with savor sown in a summer past
   musings are mulled with soft cider flavor
whilst caramel leaves harvest eve’s rose hip rays —

and...

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Lazily musing on the bank of a gently flowing stream, 
I mulled upon life: was it reality or naught but a dream? 
Then at the...

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