Long Mulligan Poems

"ls this explicit can it be more than just a thought a true story within each letter place. Together in a line in a single line, there's Glory post haste. I just want to tell...

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in my nightmare the lights cut
asked a question of wether or not
we dream the realities we are destined and doomed to live
sweeping under the truth of this dirty rug
i ponder to myself
a soul to hold
what...

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•	Those Meat Pies/Tony Adamo/2011
Straight to the head groove in hip time/ lay me out man It's jam time/ Ya know the funk is slight/ It's tight/ bright syllables in five four time/Walkin' the beat on...

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The model cub in Tyler, Texas
Announced a model contest
I saw an event I could enter
But it will be a big test

I only had one little engine
It seemed to run really fine
A birthday present given to...

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four families conspire for success
one left standing
the other three beggar their neighbors for a mulligan
didnt you hear the world was ending?
just want it over
and over
this is where i live
wonderful life, but dont tell me that
I'm...

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Well, here I am sitting on the golf course
Watching the fireworks display overhead
Yes, I know I'm not as big as a horse
But at least one golfer I have misled

“Kerplunk" came the ball, bouncing off my...

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Though I ain't a cordon bleu chef as the title might imply,
I can still whip up gourmet fare in the blink of an eye!
And to an oven or a fryin' pan I need not be...

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Though I'm not a professional cook as the title might imply,
I can still whip up delectable fare in the blink of an eye.
And to an oven or a frying pan I needn't be a slave,
As...

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The Hill of Howth During Horse Show Week 1972


June 16 is Bloomsday when in a world defying time
which stately fat Buck Mulligan starts off with a swim
and Stephen Daedalus feigns teaching and plays with his...

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THE 15 PRIORITIES OF FISHING

1) doing something
       together
2) watching the bobber
       go under
3) feeling that tug/tension
       on...

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what did scott peterson see when he sunk her
tied her limbs in tape speak no more
when he went fishing 
concrete evidence
did he wait for the fetus to pull the line
the line the other line hey
beautiful...

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Nowadays, it seems that most dinners are served with a sprig of parsley.
Mister Cordon Bleu, I'd prefer that it be used rather sparsely!
I suppose it makes a fanciful garnish, but that is open to debate.
The...

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cant confess anything
i didnt do
what about you
out of style
nice to meet you
nothing i say changes what you think
nothing i do changes the world around you
i could be lieing
i could be laughing
when honestly im crying
lips wrapped...

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I nodded off for forty winks,
and dreamt of scrod, so odd, methinks!
For they were golfing on the links,
about to putt a halibut,
while slurping fizzy, fishy drinks.

’Twas then, a walrus did inhale
that halibut, from head to...

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A Sonnet
Date to Remember
Written: by Tom Wright
2009
On August the twenty-eighth Nineteen Sixty Eight,
on this day God had given me a clean wiped slate.

God had acquitted me from a lifetime of sin,
now under the blood and...

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Ode to the Senior Golfer

Pitch and putt I never worried about
‘cause all my drives were long and stout
Now off the tee it doesn’t fly so far
And all I can do is hope for par
On my...

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Goldie Locks
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
 
Goldie Locks
I did not know your name
You swayed  your hips
With small steps
As you pass me by
I did say hello to you
You did not answer 
You growled a little smart
And bluffed a...

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On August 28th Nineteen Sixty Eight
That day God gave me a clean wiped slate.
God pardoned me from a lifetime of sin
Under the blood and not remembered again.
It was like a Mulligan in the game of...

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Alice Mulligan hailed from Killsoul
A red head who had a strange role
A brothel, she ran
Till one day a strange man
Sent Miss Mulligan right up the pole.

She couldn't believe her bad luck
She thought she'd managed to...

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Altitude of Autumn—
   bitty kites
   without strings attached
   from God’s cache.
Over the top joy—
     elixir of Jack Frost,
    Jacques Torres chocolate,
 ...

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Consider the worst that can happen to you:
A lingering June-July-August case of the flu,
Or waking one morn and you can’t do No. 2
Finding your 20-year-old is selling home brew
Your parakeet flies into your mulligan stew,
A...

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