Short Mulled Poems
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Chopped brussel sprout omelette
Cauliflower sauce
A baked prunes in bacon wrap
Grilled spiced fruit kebabs
A mulled fruit cocktail-
The easy
Way !
There was a cat who used up her lives of nine
Feasting upon caviar and mulled wine
She went out like a light
On Christmas Eve night
And her owner passed away the same time.
Come all ye faithful folk.
Choir practise is pending.
Carol service Sunday.
Christmas cake and mulled wine.
Cate's house or even mine.
Catching up with old friends.
Chatting over coffee.
pumpkin spice coffee
or mulled hot apple cider
october magic
pecan pie muffins
cinnamon hot chocolate
as the red leaves fall
white november days
eggnog in the afternoon
sledding at twilight
december teatime
a fruitcake on the table
and cardinals sing
I caught a ghostlike glimpse,
of steel breath on blunt mirror,
as my taut brain mulled scars,
from fractal bleak life motif,
zooming across skewed glass,
reflections glum and forlorn,
black ink eye ring capture,
shadow, shade, or shield,
brittle convex, abject cog,
whoa, my frail image riven
This Thanksgiving I’ll nibble jerky
Cos somebody just named my turkey
The snow’s crisp and even
I can’t feast on Stephen
And mulled wine has made things look murky
The turkey ran huffing and puffing
And now I can’t locate my stuffing
That feathery sinner
Has gobbled my dinner
And so I’m thanks-giving for nothing
What are the silent words to say
That will be with me always
I think of the words each one
That I have treasured and mulled over when done
Those words need not be written down
For they are dear to me in their precious sound
So think of those I loved and have gone from here
Know I loved them for it is to me so clear.
© Paul Warren Poetry
our mental simulator is the incubator
of our physical illustration
our mental perceptions of how events
in our perceived physical world
are created by our inner most desires and cravings
to be tested and mulled over
before manifesting themselves
in our physical world for final testing
'Tis well known that "Silent Cal" Coolidge was a man of very few words!
He considered that long conversations and inane babble was for the birds!
A lady bet if she could elicit more than two words from him it would make news.
He mulled over her challenge for a few minutes and replied, "You lose!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Written: March 14, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
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After the rain, the air smells musty and moist,
and smoke swirls clumsily upward from chimneys,
as they float away, the leaves crackle and rattle.
Mulled wine soothes the spirit on cold nights,
our eyes feast on the blazing fire as the sun sets.
As I sat at the North Pole, I was feeling glum.
Directions there make me reckon I'm dumb.
"Jeepers, how can I go North one mile?"
I mulled this over for quite a while,
then thought, "How do I go one mile East or West?".
I didn't go nowhere, and became more depressed.
Finally, I decided to go South with great fear,
"Will I end up in the East or the West hemisphere?"
Christmas Carol's
On the streets again
Turning tricks
While the clock ticks
Towards the saviour's day
No seat by the fire,
No pies and mulled wine
She pulls up her knickers
And steps back in line
A fat man arrives
To empty his sacks
But this sadistic 60-year-old
Is no Santa Claus
He's Old Nick instead
And Carol gets
One hell of a beating
As her festive gift
Be thou wet and seasoned,
for we are richly mulled
int the wine of quiet passions.
Catch my breath
in your hungry mouth,
bleed into my veins
as purple as wine.
I want you under and over
my wanting hand,
like a white dove
fluttering
with featherlight desires,
those needs
of the eternal flame
that will not
depart
my beating,
or un-beating heart,
nor ever wither.
Cold spell
Wrap well.
Bare trees
No leaves.
Snow storms
Ice forms.
Blizzard
Hazard.
Cold toes
I'm froze.
On snow
Drive slow.
Black ice
Think twice.
Don't roam
Stay home.
Mulled wine
Divine.
Downhill
Ski thrill.
Sky Grey
Dark day.
On sleigh
Kids play.
White snow
Bright glow.
Springs near
Big cheer.
I think on these things and thank God for my granny
whose kitchen was always full of good smells for the
young and the old:
cider
pungent, mulled
heady, mellow, festive
applejack, wassail ~~ Swiss Miss, hot chocolate
creamy, soothing, sweet
marshmallows, aromatic
cocoa
November 24, 2021
a nectar
the garnered spit of worker bees
drops of undistilled wine
hive-mulled
dripped through the dropper
of hair-lipped lips
plants
dig themselves out
of a dry earth
to sup an opiate of life or death
fostering a flowering
manna delivers green
to the pale fat caterpillars
grubs fly away
to enrich
the open mouths
of graves
the thirsty wombs of
ants
hummingbirds
elephants
Mulled Cider
M-is for Merry Christmas.
U-is for unforgettable lights!
L-is for lullabies to the Christ
L-is to laughter with those you love
E-is the heady fragrance of evergreens
D-is for decorations, so divine
C-is for the carols we happily sing
I-is for the infant, Jesus, our King
D-is for December,snow on the ground
E-is for embraces with our family
R-if for revering and remembering
December 15, 2019
Now, each day poses limitless opportunities for stress and strain -
New directions, new pains, new worries, brand-new doors open
Before older squeaky ones have closed, yesterday's problems
Had been mulled over, firmly grasped, solved, and cast aside.
Stanza from "Perspective on Time Passing"
for "Liberum Divisa" poetry contest
sponsored by Gregory Richard Barden
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