Short Mulled Poems

Chopped brussel sprout omelette
Cauliflower sauce
A baked prunes in bacon wrap
Grilled spiced fruit kebabs
A mulled fruit cocktail-
The easy
Way !...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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The musk of damp earth after a coating of autumnal rain permeates,

Smoke upon distant chimneys, spiralled clumsily, enveloped by the evening sky,

Leaves underfoot make a crunching chorus, harmonious in their decay,

Mulled wine, offers a welcoming warmth on this crisp night,

Eyes feast as the setting sun bids, a blazing farewell to the day.

 

 

Billie J ©?...

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'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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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          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
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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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#70 on Poetry Soup Best New Poems
June 1, 2021...

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