When handed a stuffed pullet
looks like a stunned mullet
should I turn surly
in high dudgeon
please don't bludgeon
this old curmudgeon
and not to be outdone
altho' I am an only son
blame my parents
by all means
as I'm the result
of their poor genes
which run the gamut
of the spectrum
but I don't care one bit
not a jot nor give a sh*t
more politely put
I really couldn't render
a rodent's rectum
Categories:
mullet, animal, bird, fun, how
Form: Rhyme
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
from t-shirts to CDs and vinyl
Reaping the customer whirlwind
for Boy George and Eurythmics tracks
some smart Alec from head office
said “This is no time to Relax!”
the mullet headed store manager
he looked a manic Midge Ure
a sarcastic lad on the tannoy
said “Sorry, but we’ve got no Cure”
Over at customer services
I said a mistake’s being made
“The seventies had John Lennon
Bob Marley, T. Rex, Slade!”
the guy claimed to be sympathetic
towards my point of view
then asked me to go on a website
and give him a Five Star review
A wise woman sat at the checkout
smiled to me as she said
“When this fad blows over
they’ll still want milk and bread”
so the moral to this story
is one of wisdom not sadness
that everyone’s entitled to
their little bit of Madness.
Categories:
mullet, funny, music, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
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
to sustenance;
all hook-billed and needing no bait.
Just a hop, skip-skim
across to side-dish;
let’s have a herring and mullet casserole!
Throat-sack wiggles, jiggles,
down the hatch,
then it’s back to the nest for
cocktails and a snooze.
Gregarious, the lot of us,
quite a personable group;
flashey-fish’in, eight-foot
wingspan, spots another appetizer;
bank left, wings fold in
a dive-bomb spin...dessert!
We’re aerial acrobats of the coasts;
hop a ship and we’ll perform
for you; no charge.
Categories:
mullet, animal, bird, nature, poems,
Form: Free verse
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 mullet…jumping.
And when she read the message on the art:
‘The happy mullet jumps for the pure joy of being alive’
Her memory instantly transported her back to a day when she was five.
In a boat…with her dad upon the water…is where this memory led…
When he asked her, “Why do you think that mullet jumped?”
“Because he’s happy to be alive.” She said.
Seeing that folk art mullet jumping was truly a surprise…
and it brought a smile to her face…and a few tears to her eyes.
For a moment…when she saw it…her dad was alive…they were together…and a little girl was, once again, enthralled…
Needless to say that jumping mullet…now hangs upon our wall.
Where every time she passes it…
she’ll feel a lot of happy…and a little sad…
as she remembers a time in a boat upon the water…
with a mullet jumping…
and being together with her dad.
Categories:
mullet, memory,
Form: Rhyme
A fuchsia sunset,
a vacant room in the inn
with a vista near the sea,
inhaling your sweet scent
that lingered and excited
as we hugged each other on the porch.
The calm sea flowed into the bay,
the fishermen coming in with their catch,
the red mullet, elegant to see,
tasteful to eat as the bar-b-q flared,
the fish sprinkled in herbed oil,
garnished with garlic,
and an aromatic salsa verde,
plus salad and its vinaigrette.
I remember your fragile face,
your tender mouth munching,
spitting the tiny small bones
the red mullet is renowned for.
Your satisfaction of the freshness of the catch,
your pleasure for the craggy crustaceans,
laid out like precious jewels
on a dewy bed of snow-white ice.
Alas I remember,
for it was our last luscious meal together.
Next day you went to war never to return.
29 April 2021
Categories:
mullet, fish, food, love,
Form: Free verse
-----------------Outdoor Shower
Under ancient oaks
golden bamboo reaches up
full moon sweet jasmine
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE
There is a beautiful Old Town in North Florida with 4 seasons.
I havent seen snow there yet , but have heard stories.
Way down upon a big old river, made famous in song.
A Gulf breeze stirs up salty dreams. Shrimps , oysters.
Swamp cabbage and fried mullet are on the table. Grits,
collard greens and Mamas Cat Head biscuits. Cane syrup too.
Sweet tea in our glasses.
Rocking chairs await.
Categories:
mullet, adventure, america, appreciation,
Form: Haiku
The Haircut
Written: by Miracle Man
5/16/2020
My hair is too long due to barbershops shutting,
I trim best I can but my hair sure needs cutting.
Today, on the street i stand silently waiting,
this one man barber shop now has me debating.
Gloves on, face masked, thinking is it worth my travail?
and my glasses start to fog each time i exhale.
It appears COVID-19 has ushered the mullet back,
but all things being equal I won’t hear much smack.
Categories:
mullet, life,
Form: Rhyme
One night an octopus said,
Those whelks should be in bed.
Said the herring to the plaice,
Would you please say grace.
"I say" said a passing whale,
"Is that kipper for sale."
There is somethingvery odd,
Repied a bewildered cod.
"Excuse me" asked the shark,
"Did you hear that dogfish bark".
The haddock with a smile serene,
Said the mermaid is our queen.
May I join you said the seal,
To the mackerel with some appeal.
Of course the snapper replied,
Yes,yes the mullet cried.
Categories:
mullet, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
Hey you up there!
Flying around in your underwear
I know you’re busy
Saving the world and stuff
but I gotta tell ya
It ain’t enough.
Yes, you can jump buildings
In a single bound
But we really need you
Here on the ground.
Just look around, man.
I don’t understand
How you came to be
But defying gravity
Is not something most folks can do
And unlike you
We can’t stop a bullet
With a mullet and a Mountain Dew.
So you might as well come on down
And help us move some **** around
Cause we got a lot of work to do
And we could use a guy like you.
Or two.
Categories:
mullet, funny, metaphor, political,
Form: I do not know?
Sardines on the Sand
Two Sardines danced hand in hand
At their wedding upon the sand
As a Herring played the violin.
A portly porpoise clothed in grey
Greeted guests from far away.
A pair of Cod beheld the scene,
The bride was dressed in seaweed green
And an Octopus sang a gliforal song
As the assembly wept into oyster shells,
While an elderly Crab played whale bone bells.
A gumley Anchovy bore the ring
As the Vicar asked the choir to sing.
Then a choir of Kipper sang on the strand,
And throngs of Mullet from far and wide
Danced by that strong mantigious tide.
Then there came a flumifinous roar
As the tide surged upon that shore
And all the party were swept away.
All on that bright framtitious day.
19/08/16
For the contest 'In the Style of my Favourite Poet.
Sponsored by The Seeker
Categories:
mullet, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
An Art found a mullet
a little bitty seed
finding herself prisoner
the little seed did plead.
If you'll be so kind
and thus set me free
I will give you hundreds
who taste as good as me.
And so he did.
Categories:
mullet, wisdom, youth,
Form: ABC
All I seem to do is piss her or annoy her from close to afar, n it comes again, a time when I see that I cld really use a friend or three, to help preoccupy these harsh hands, from a tired man, holding myself together is like damn, n now it's just another task like deleting spam, trying to find more rams, to open up forgiveness compassion and other sides of love like compromises n to comprehend, downloading a boat load full of bull shyt, telling me over n over again how it ain't right, but so badly I wanna scream look at this shyt that ain't right, n u feel it maybe that's why u can't slp at night, but that wld be regression n oppressing to my reflection, the other half that's stretchin Her arms to embrace me too, but what else must I do to appease you to the fullest, make it impact u like a bullet, I guess something different needed like me in a mullet, my heart so big the love be the truest, n most newest, nuscence u ever have to troop with, thru the heat n cold, waves of the unknown, poverty strife plague n whoa, it's my job to uphold until the world falls in itself n implode, smh, now I'm a lil stressed less which way do I go......peace
Categories:
mullet, blue,
Form: Rhyme
All I seem to do is piss her or annoy her from close to afar, n it comes again, a time when I see that I cld really use a friend or three, to help preoccupy these harsh hands, from a tired man, holding myself together is like damn, n now it's just another task like deleting spam, trying to find more rams, to open up forgiveness compassion and other sides of love like compromises n to comprehend, downloading a boat load full of bull shyt, telling me over n over again how it ain't right, but so badly I wanna scream look at this shyt that ain't right, n u feel it maybe that's why u can't slp at night, but that wld be regression n oppressing to my reflection, the other half that's stretchin Her arms to embrace me too, but what else must I do to appease you to the fullest, make it impact u like a bullet, I guess something different needed like me in a mullet, my heart so big the love be the truest, n most newest, nuscence u ever have to troop with, thru the heat n cold, waves of the unknown, poverty strife plague n whoa, it's my job to uphold until the world falls in itself n implode, smh, now I'm a lil stressed less which way do I go......peace
Categories:
mullet, blue,
Form: Rhyme
O Liza O my sweet Mullet Creole
On my plate ah heavenly be-all
Sleep on tomato satin
Pepper celery onion
Liza Liza my season's best haul
Notes:
liza, Mugil liza -one type of mullet in the Caribbean region.
©RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
18 Decekmber 2014
Categories:
mullet, fun, funny,
Form: Limerick
( ICY )
Chills running up and down my spine,
it seems I feel this all the time.
My sickness and my nerves so delicately intertwined,
It's like all my receptors are drunken with wine.
They say you'll learn to live with this over time,
they say there are groups and support hotlines.
But picture living, knowing that your most precious organ, the mind,
could very well be the cause of you dying.
Imagine living knowing you could be on borrowed time,
Wanting to the live to the fullest.
But dying quicker than a mullet,
With no air rising from your gullet.
"Who will take care of my mom,
who will watch my nieces and nephews grow up.
Who will be there for my girlfriend and dad,
aren't you glad.
yes I am glad that I've lived and fought as long as I have,
still, you can't help but consider what's at the end of life's path.
Categories:
mullet, depression,
Form: Rhyme
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