Best Mulls Poems
While gelid breezes of winter, quiver emotions of decaying rays,
And arc of horizon cedes to dusk, evoking grimace of malaise,
Casting shadows tenebrous, shrouding glimmer of a slowing day,
Desperate hope lingers still, in resplendence of autumn’s decay;
Gawking in yonder, where gamboge-orange woodlands fade,
Reminiscing in seasons harkening, realms of love now evade,
Mindful of the broken vows, when grievous calls destiny made,
When forever promises receded, and pledges eternal strayed.
Love now mulls~ if kiss of passion was a subtext of final goodbye?
Was it the last tear of hapless eyes; a bawl of love gone awry?
A silent protest, concealing mindfully, anguish of a forlorn sigh?
Was it the clamor of jilted desires, love enamored chose to decry?
Springs of past summon hope, having risen from wintry throe,
Nights of nightmare cede to dreams in halo of daybreaks aglow,
As candle of love revives hearts, fueled by inspirations of soul,
When whispers of sensuous hints, aspirations of romance cajole.
Desperate hope expounds repentance, vying healing through time,
Unsure if, pleadings in atonement, will redeem future sublime;
Whether love saplings will ever sprout, from ashes of passions bygone,
If dreams forsaken will blossom, in womb of tomorrow’s dawn.
Categories:
mulls, hope, inspiration, love,
Form:
Rhyme
October sky, the 1st we celebrate, a seasons heart yearned treasured moment,
Sun rises, new beginnings, Enlightens nature, we seek atonement.
Dawn lights an autumn’s crisp chill, christening fallen leaves of tomorrow,
Decorated front porch memories, earthly heritage, smothered sorrow.
Passes monsoons, thirst quenched foliage, brought on dust storms, summer’s breeze.
Colors dancing, enchanting harvest, Orange golden glows, on resting trees,
Cinnamon sneaks by steaming cider, mulls a spiced aroma essence,
Caramel apple, child’s smile, escapes harvest reminisce.
A wonder inspired walk, a gentle kick to wisp away,
Tree’s blessings, fallen life, decorated memories of yesterday.
Crisp leaves falling, sprinkled mist, dripping dew drops land by chance,
Hearts pitter pattered warmth speaks, provoking sudden dance.
Fawns brook side, a mother’s love, protectant father thru seasons dressing,
Such beauty grace lingers freely, coins free, bestows natures blessing.
Falls door opens, touched hearts so deeply, awakened sober love outpours,
God’s mystique he created goodness, for all of us he adores.
Daylights autumn beauty, followed by nightfall’s tucked in kiss,
A glowing lullaby, we’re put to bed; our harvests moon we’ve greatly missed.
Categories:
mulls, autumn, blessing, inspirational, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Ponded and becalmed after the downpour, lying in shining stillness, I reflect an earthly existence; above me newly leafed limbs, and beyond, the wild beauty of motley skies in the afternoon’s brightening quietude. On the side of a country back road, I daydream. As leftover clouds drift in light and dark moods across my mirrored face, I ponder the possibilities of ‘what ifs’. What if life had taken me elsewhere - to a different time and place, filling another space, in another form and shape? What if I had fallen soft as a summer drizzle instead, dressing spider webs in misty strings of mini crystal beads.. or had filled a rusty-relic watering can, left behind ages ago beside an ivy-smothered stump.. or maybe had been wind-whipped with a vengeance into a swollen river rough and ready to ride the rapids.. What if, I had fallen as snow eons ago and now was found deep in an ice core in Antarctica.. how exotic! Straying cumulus find themselves captured in my imagination as well as in my liquid looking-glass oval, and my thoughts stray back to the soothing smoothness of my present reality. I know my time here, though sweet, is short-lived; and so I set my pondering aside and decide to seize upon the moment with contentment in my tranquil state of repose.
placid puddle mulls
lost in reflections of clouds -
spring rains laid to rest
Susan Ashley
May 1, 2019
~Third Place~
Contest: Happy Haibun
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
mulls, april, destiny, fate, imagination,
Form:
Haibun
It was one of those days…not great!
I went to the mailbox, there to find
A playbill dated September 8.
I could not tell for sure, half blind.
It seemed like a bill for raking the leaves.
Perhaps, written by my second grandson.
Or it could have been for sweeping the eves.
He asked that I pay him for work he had done.
The night before, “Dog” chewed my trifocals.
Shattering my precarious vision.
Fortunately, I found my old bifocals.
It was time; I was about to have some fun!
But first, I must read the chronicles
And finish an ongoing word puzzle.
It is amazing what thoughts the mind mulls:
Pranks for the kid, a muzzle for the dog.
Just three more words until completion,
My doggone pencil broke; life can be funny.
I took out my cell phone and called my grandson.
He laughed when I thanked him a million … in play money!
October 29, 2014
Categories:
mulls, children, family, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Villain Unmasked
In odd places the Villain appears,
In the right places he disappears-
On merry moments then re-appears.
For, such is the habit of a Villain
Who enjoys to inflict carnal pain
Yet, scarce and elusive to be slain.
He contorts in a fearsome grimace
Ogling timid children on the face
Their infantile courage to displace.
Crawling like a famished beast,
Beating and flexing scaled breast;
He mulls on how to enjoy the 'feast'.
Where children are happy at play,
Ugly features at once are on display
To throw everyone into disarray;
Face clad on an fearsome hood,
Picks and chases them in the wood
To eat the abandoned Picnic food.
He cast to innocent people a spell
By urinating in the clean water well
Sickness to ring the death knell.
No wonder, he flies on black garb
Wielding the sword or his barb-
Voice, tearing the air with rhubarb!
His throaty laugh is deep, not mild
He groans and growls loud and wild
To shudder man, woman and child.
Between two lovers having sex
Suddenly, he re-appears to perplex
By disturbing, disrupting the reflex!
To the crafty potter kneading hard
He disrupts Industry and its reward
By breaking everything to shard.
Villain and his cruel art of stealth,
Art of disrupting another's wealth
Peace, Happiness and his health;
Art of appearing in places so rare
Schism, fear and confusion to flare
Peace, harmony, stability to scare;
One day he will know that his art
And foible of scare is not so smart-
He will be impaled by a holy heart!
Categories:
mulls,
Form:
Rhyme
As in crystal methamphetamine, the mind becomes cold.
Anxiety, paranoia, and schizophrenia
Creep in, like snakes and deathstalker scorpions, uncontrolled
Are bones, veins, flesh, and blood affected by asthenia?
The body begs for calm composure; the moody mind mulls.
Midst fires of optimism, the ice of pessimism melts.
Restlessness and rebelliousness resemble spineless skulls
Vandalism of vindictiveness vitiates vague vents
The feeling of freedom to fly and fervently flutter
Fill and flow flawlessly, like fine floral fluorescence.
Mild melodies of memories musically mutter
Constant conscious conscience has come to be the quintessence.
When the ice of hateful, heinous, hideous hurdles heaps
May passions of compassion flare from the depths of the deeps!
Categories:
mulls, humanity, life, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
Pleasure primes pain,
Wit wonders why?
Glimpse gutsy gain,
Style sanguine sigh.
Fancy feels faint,
Big blossoms bulge;
***** questions quaint,
Ideas indulge.
Prompt payment plays,
Ask apt award;
Death delays day,
Reap real reward.
Action aids arm,
Buzzy blooms bounce;
Cherry cheeks charm,
Pretty play pounce.
Wanting woos wealth,
Migraine mulls meet;
Hurts hurling health,
Gloomy groans greet.
Desire dreams day,
Big blossoms beam;
Pure passion plays,
Dear dancing dream.
Sense sensuous surge,
Bright bearings boom;
Play plunders purge,
Greet glory gloom.
Bright blooming book.
Charm creams cherry;
Lasting lines look,
Love leaps lovely.
Soar sweet stanza,
Choice charms charade;
Apt agenda,
Poise primes parade.
Grab grouchy gaze,
Loss litters lull;
Doom defers daze,
Moments mimes mull.
Dare describe deuce,
Loose lines lessons;
Meet mindful muse,
Words weave weapons.
Leon Enriquez
29 Apr 2014
Singapore
Categories:
mulls, onomatopoeia,
Form:
Alliteration
(Dedicated to all booklovers who have lost their loved ones to the scourge of the termite hordes - I did)
I thought I was a bibliophile
and indulged in pedantic boasts
I'd speak of ancient tomes and stuff
revel in Academia's toasts
horror of horrors I discovered
a lover of books beyond compare
who beat me hollow at my game
whose fame and honour I cannot share
the greediest booklover of all
who mulls all words into a hill
I hate to say that to this day
I have never beaten Termite Jill
when ole Termite Jill gets just a sniff
a book or paper placed someplace
she hies herself with fearsome glee
leaving for her ilk a homing trace
and from now on you could search in vain
to try and trace out Termite Jill
In nooks and crannies, desks and shelves
but till her deed's done, you never will
and when she's chewed on till bursting gut
she lets her hungry kin-folk feed
and then when done you can be sure
they'll spawn a more ravenous seed
a million Termite Jills will be born
you cannot add their growing sum
a million more and then some more
a progression ad infinitum
a termite apocalypse looms anon
spells doom to the literal world
The termite minions move ahead
Jill's dance has the Tandava Twirl
so who now is the bibliophile
who undoubtedly fits the bill
not me the voracious reader
but the rampant, raging Termite Jill
Categories:
mulls, fun, funny, humor, hyperbole,
Form:
Rhyme
I should have let it go,
theunkind words they spoke
the phrases unjustly, hurtfully said
but you know me...
My mind thinks and mulls the words
over and over again.
They churn like whipped shakes and malts
until they begin to overflow.
Before realized, they spill over
onto counter tops and make a mess.
Cleanup doesn't serve me well
as the disliked stickiness is spread
Soon, everyone around sees and knows
that thing they said -
I should have let it go,
Categories:
mulls, anger, friend, words,
Form:
Elegy
Poignant proof primes
Meek memoir mimes
Time tells taut tales
Seek succinct sale
Meet moments meek
Precious plots peek
Memory mulls
List loiters lull
Spacious space sighs
Crisp clumsy cry
Treasure tough times
Rapture reaps rhymes
Calm craft charms choice
Ply profound poise
Sense solemn strains
Prize precious pain
Leon Enriquez
24 August 2016
Singapore
Categories:
mulls, allusion,
Form:
Alliteration
Mind moves
Motives mingle;
Meaning mulls
~~~~~~~~~
Primal play
Puzzles poise;
Pretty pace
~~~~~~~~~
Notice noise
Nimble near;
Nurture noose
~~~~~~~~~
Sell story
Sanguine stuff;
Stray streak
~~~~~~~~~
Laughing loud
Lofty leaks;
Latitude
~~~~~~~~~
Crazy cruise
Careless crooks;
Comforts calm
~~~~~~~~~
Little logic
Lifting laze;
Looking loud
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Mystic moment
Meekly mild;
Massage motive
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Pregnant program
Pretty puzzle;
Poignant poise
~~~~~~~~~
Ample apps
Asking apt;
Active ageing
~~~~~~~~~
Lovely lines
Lust lingers;
Living lewd
~~~~~~~~~
Tumble tells
True taste;
Tilting thoughts
~~~~~~~~~
Effect earns
Embrace exit;
Etching entrance
~~~~~~~~~
Corner cafe
Coffee cuppa;
Creamy choice
~~~~~~~~~
Noisy news
Nasty notions;
Niche new noose
~~~~~~~~~
Passion points
Postures proof;
Pleasant play
~~~~~~~~~
Vivid voice
Value verses;
Volume vague
~~~~~~~~~
Dying dream
Drizzle dilutes;
Death displays
~~~~~~~~~
Nerves note
Nasty noose;
Naked noise
~~~~~~~~~
Caress comfort
Cool charm cheers;
Crazy change charms
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
16 September 2015
Singapore
Categories:
mulls, allusion,
Form:
Alliteration
With wit and wisdom and a cunning eye...
At the gaming table Naomi goes on a natural high.
She mulls the odds and places her bet...
And she's never been a loser yet.
With nerves of steel and a will to win...
And a reputation she's eager to defend.
A River Boat gambler is the life for her...
And those who know her all concur.
She sits at the table with emotions of steel...
And if there is to be a winner, she will.
So place your bets and enjoy the scene...
Because when Naomi is gambling she's cunning and mean.
Categories:
mulls, adventure, games,
Form:
Ballad
Keep art form crisp, keep shades of grey;
Offer to bare, offer to show;
Sense strokes made brisk, sense lines that sway;
Take wear and tear, take tint and glow;
Art lines propose, art sparks appeal;
Bring profound fare, bring passion's flow;
Indulge fond dose, indulge stark feel.
Surreal form flings, surreal art hurls;
Urge moves the dice, urge mulls the case;
Rich purpose rings, rich motive swirls;
Roaring shades spice, roaring tones trace;
Entice wild pain, entice mad touch;
Angst beyond price, angst between space;
Loiter with gain, loiter with much.
Picture the touch, picture the face;
Look beyond shades, look between tints;
Align bold nudge, align stern pace;
Yield image made, yield textured mint;
Blaze blooming bust, blaze brazen boom;
Open mind floods, open heart knows;
Offer sharp thrust, offer pulse room;
Kinder full blood, kinder prime show.
Ideas and plots, ideas and thoughts;
Do grand surprise, do great display;
Etch surreal thought, etch pregnant lot;
Aim blunt reprise, aim canvas stray;
Sign fragrant spot, sign searing slot!
Leon Enriquez
18 Mar 2014
Singapore
(Note: Kostabi is a contemporary modern
avant garde artist who creates surreal impressions
on canvas in oil paintings. Ideas and images are
somewhat haunting and taunting in texture.)
Categories:
mulls, art, imagery,
Form:
Acrostic
*Image of Loving One More by NS.
A Second Please
Aesthete equip upkeep spade, trowel, and watering pail,
Balters out freely, gagging unwantable, grit travail,
Chrysalism advents the righteous eyes and elaborates,
Dulcet forgivings a moment's lapse and recuperates,
Euphoria occasions the receptive hearts embrace,
Felicity's steadies champion the winner's showcase,
Gossamer delicate filter fuses genteel gazes,
Harmonize the Gospel's prophetic parallel phrases,
Iridescence spellbinds above looks and lost impressions,
Justifiable step courses the upright's discretions,
Kindheartedness inherently effectuates the blest,
Lissomeness affects the civilized privileged expressed,
Mellifluous genteel everflowing enterprises,
Nascent origins destined promise epitomizes,
Opportunity avails the well-intent fruition,
Pristine presents its presence post sadden sky emission,
Quintessential innates encryption of a paragon,
Resplendence fashionably enriches the noumenon,
Serendipity ventures impulsive ones they're future,
Tendril's tenacious virility thriving to assure,
Ubiquitously an omnipresence or internet,
Vagary ideals grant causality silhouette,
Woolgathering mulls the lowly, awakes the enlightened,
Xenodochy's hotel's hospitality meets heightened,
Yesteryear traces memories, remembrance reverses,
Zenith's a second, in Abecedarian verses.
2022 August 28
*HMS; 14 syllables per 26 lines.
Categories:
mulls, imagery, words,
Form:
Abecedarian
The Carnivore Within...
Meaty morsels besiege
this vegetarian advocate
yet, the atavistic Jainist within me decries,
egg hen hies his, and lamb hence
carnivorous ache that won't abate
case in point being on the horns
hoof ah dill ham ma, neither willing,
nor ready to abdicate
nagging, succumbing, and writhing,
asper Pavlov's dog salivation,
Ike hen not obliterate
every now and again curr raven
hunger for game, though aye abominate
hone beak able unethical abuse
delivered sans electric ham not prod,
nor pleased, when yours truly doe eth abrogate
his staunch conviction against
merciless maltreatment of animals
which doth exhaust and accelerate
environmental degradation, and realized
moo mints agoo, a temptation did accentuate
bull dozing tenuous die hard longing,
how quickly temptation,
recidivism, and predilection to accommodate,
and appease feeling mouth watering za eel
for ma ham mulls hamstrung taste, I did acclimate
and acquire ineradicable taste primal beastie boys
relished after the hunt squatting by flick ring fire
with other village people
tearing killed deer - if accurate,
nonetheless a grievance
(akin to heresy) as a traitor
Joe against fundamental aversion to reactivate
cow hard lee self betrayal caving against tenets
regarding aversion to the very business
of slaughter (houses), and I eve hen advocate
against gluten free NON GMO free ranging
creatures, who can experience pain
and suffering, some display affectionate
behaviour, plus without doubt agitate
without success to savor natural longevity,
perhaps becoming family pet,
whose tender loving (vittle) care will not alienate
said domesticated innocent
porpoise full chums
hoof found a caring home, articulate
ting compassion, tha hare fore,
a conscientious baldpate
or hirsute organic caretaker,
would neigh ver deer stirrup the roost
ruffle any tail feathers, only celebrate
affection, and mane lee horse around!
Categories:
mulls, addiction, conflict, cry, environment,
Form:
Free verse