Short Mulish Poems

Mind is a child, stubborn, mulish,
Maybe bullish, but not foolish.
As some from wisdom school
Say, let your mind play fool,  
Cheer it up, never admonish.
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Limerick |19.01.2023| humour 
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The chilled blue of a noon sky 
drapes over a coating of diamonds  on a milled earth. 

Cocoa branches shake in the mulish winds.
Yellow feathers are the hue of the sun. 

A red cardinal is the color of gleaming berries.
Their wings lift against the brazen edges of Winter....

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Mulish pic-headed Lex was headstrong
Could never admit a mistake or being any way wrong
Opinionated, stubborn, and inflexible too
We set him up with our mean unbending Auntie Lulu.
She cast a spell, and turned nasty Lex immediately around.
A more compliant, agreeable man, cannot now be found....

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Tipsy
Lipsy

Too much
liquor

made her
snicker

balk and
bicker

acted 
foolish

downright 
mulish

shamed poor 
Mama

with her 
drama

angered 
Father 

such a
bother

almost
tragic---

then like
magic

transfor-
mation

brings e-
lation

cele-
bration!


October 16, 2022...

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A Difference in Opinion 

There once was a conversation
Bickering about something,
Something somewhat preposterous. 
The two fought
 side on side 
Left on right
When in the end they agree to disagree 
cause both are too obstinate, mulish, and pig headed
There all of these at once because no one would listen. 

10/20/2021...

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Obliging black arms, their crooked
fingers cut freezing as they
reach for winter greys, blues of sky,

untouchable. Shaking, bending.
Mulish winds sweep lands- violence
loved, admired. They are framed


within my eyes green as last summer's
carpeting, where the trees were rooted.
Embroidered. Weaving native 

life. Earth milled, the purest white 
hush to lull. Charming. Dreamlike.
Persistent as memories....

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In fallow field
   Where corn once grew
I chanced upon
   An old mule shoe
I pondered on
   The many miles
The shoe had plod
   In mulish style

In river bed
   Now dry as bone
I came upon
   A worn millstone
Wondered aloud
   The wagons full
Of new milled corn
   The mule had pulled

In old grey barn
   Within a stall
I found these words
   Carved on the wall
George Washington
   Once slept here
Best damn mule
   From far and near

           :)  

 20Mar14...

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