Best Mulling Poems

POTD 8th Jan 24


 NOTHING LESS ~ NOTHING MORE

The ambushed night when all was still,
Amidst the gloom, anxiety took my will.
Though the moon cast its...

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From 2010. Narrator is Robert Gibbs, snooty White House Press Secretary.

Lay, O Lord, a curse on press men, rude and churlish, sad, obsessed men 
Who...

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My three-year-old put his hand on his chin 
like he was mulling over something troubling
I said, "Son, look at this place; what a mess!" 
“But,...

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Laying my head back, eyes closing,
reminiscing, the years falling away into decades ago
to the 1950s at my grandparents' grand home
for Christmas.

It was a gracious dining...

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I don't suppose
the white hums of summer
will ever out strum the blues;

but here before me,
two colors mingle
in polite harmony-
spouting about
like versed chums
over black coffee

so why...

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(*Glossy and costly! Family name imprinted,(as if we did not want know 
their first and last names? And surely no verse allowed!*)

(( But, I made...

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Not Me, But He
Miracle Man
2/9/2018 

In mulling over the testimony of my existence,
My remaining time is anchored to His assistance.

Since the time of rebirth when...

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I walk in a daze never somber
I speak from my heart ever fonder
I see the light in each person and ponder 
Why is she so...

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"Oak" 

The guardians
stood around and 
shook their heads

great thoughts 
quivering 
from the ground, roots up, 

as if to walk 
confidently 
with great armies

yet hesitation 
was...

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~In A Day Like Today~
 (Sonnet)

 For winter,kind of cool here,yes,it was
 Very nice today,completed quite some,a bit
 Then just relaxed,reflected 'long,did sit 
 After...

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I wonder, sitting in the corner,
mulling over the child cleaning tabletop for the owner;
Owner of the shop where i am drinking tea,
And feeling sad about...

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1am: The clock strikes like bolts of lightning as my brain rapidly

fires neurons creating a torturous play field in my tired mind.

Pangs of loneliness hit...

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I feel I’ve conquered 
the majestic night 

in an open field sodden with 
love of a countless gasps

I am not new to the world
swearing in...

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His rote now writ, too large for him to tote.
In quiet mode, squirming ambitious fit...
Yet sit he would, to savor what he wrote;
mulling the twist...

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Some days you struggle
Deciding what’s right or wrong
Mulling it over
Listen to your inner voice
It’s usually right on track


1/20/16...

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