Mullet Poems - Poems about Mullet

...MAngo Mellow Madness M's 1. Mango Mellow Madness Mapping Meandering meaningless memories of Malice with Mirthful mourning What messy Magma monstrosities Best to murder them Hmphf ( angrily)......

Continue reading...

...Now I am quite realistic Never ever fatalistic Fantasy never tickled my fancy So you can understand my surprise From their daunting size On the streets of New York My air left me as if released......

Continue reading...

...You walked into my life and turn it upside down, you were certain that I could wear the golden crown, you have been following me from I was a child and you made several stories, books and movie but u......

Continue reading...

...Oh how I wish with my yearning nostalgic heart That I could wake up to find Today had just been a nightmare of a dream And it was still the wonderful 1980s When I was still young carefree and so ......

Continue reading...

...It happens every two point- five years so make sure you are there. Pack some stuff and put in the land rover and meet me at the desert in California. We will have barbecue on the sand and experim......

Continue reading...

...The sudden eighties music craze had gone beyond the norm the local supermarket was swept along by the storm as more and more of the shoppers joined in with the revival filling up on nostalgia ......

Continue reading...

...I can hear the roaring in sea off the coast of Null with big boats engine penetrating the deep and the loud chatter of the fishermen in in the middle of the ocean screaming and shouting as they pull ......

Continue reading...

...The horse is galloping down the road with a story that is untold; the horse is galloping down the road with a saddle on its back and a book tucked underneath with a message that is deep. I have been ......

Continue reading...

...Show me a place where I can be in a little island far above the sea where the skies touch the hills and transmit a message to my window sill. Show me a place where I can be to touch your heart and si......

Continue reading...

...Sitting outside in the cold wet mud, Hearing footprints thud and thud, Hearing the cry if men who die, Watching the spider eat the fly, Bang bang gotthe guns, Listening to helpless men run, B......

Continue reading...

...My dear brother Butch, Hair are the highlights of my week: I got a job at the Hairway to Heaven salon! Our motto: "We color your hair or dye trying" ......

Continue reading...

...Shadows amid the waves bird-eye targets, besties gather for a fine dining experience; aqua splits to pierce of bill. Fueling up the old pouch, a winging pelican riding sea breeze......

Continue reading...

...I love that we are blessed with memories…how each and every one of us…all of humankind…has this wonderful ability to store images in our minds. It’s one of the miracles of creation in a world movi......

Continue reading...

...We were walking around an arts and crafts festival when we happened upon a piece of folk art that got Deborah’s heart to thumping… It was a colorful piece…made out of wood…in its center was a yellow......

Continue reading...

..."Fartastially yours," he says as he shoots them out like a gun I pinch my nose in disgust and then I speed out like a bullet "honey I went hard as a rock," he whines, " think I lost a ton" stic......

Continue reading...