"mussy" poems
Lord Uh Mussy
Lifted
like a lowrider
My eyes bloodshot
From smokin green
through the water
Dont hate
participate
Smokin herb
Is ****** great
Washington did it
Franklin did too
Anything that
tastes that
marvelous
smells that
heavenly
feels that
****** Fantastic
Cant be off limits!
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 1:42 PM UTC
Water of remembrance sprinkled
On the mountain crest of recollection.
Indulgent mussy memory catapulted
Stones of retentiveness into the
Courtyard of events like bricole
Of battles.
Pendulum of reminiscences swinging
On oscillating milage of roads like
Trotting horse with drippage of sweat
And itching foots.
Ghost of reminiscences restlessly
Roaming with carriage of yesteryear.
Final year educatees required
Boardinghouse,
But list of items engorged dear
Mother's treasury
"where do l raise money
to buy oyinbo mattress, Ilori?"
Mind pullulated with weariness.
Intonation of worries.
Cantillation of wants.
Deficiency of measured means.
Oyinbo mattress beyond ladder
Of reach.
Gluttonously waiting to devour
Lesser items,
But rays of compulsion unslammed
The gate of respite.
Lordly arrival warmly welcomed by
The dorm room's porter,
Walking majestically to the bed-space
With the acquired cotton wool and raffia leaves mattress.
Gamut of items passed through the eagle's eyes of the housemaster.
Silver painted pail donated by a neighbour passed through the sentry of inspection,
And got its admission.
Mother's used cloak turned bedsheets
Passed through the rigorous scrutiny.
Newly built portmanteau unlocked and neatly dissected, item by item.
Agazed eyes focused on the cotton wool and raffia leaves hand-made mattress.
Expectations rattled mumbling astonishment.
Legs stuck in the mud of mystification.
Telepathic dews covered ocean of thought.
Tranquil silence engulfed vicinity,
Deflating the balloon of hope like a litigant awaiting verdict from the jurist's chambers.
Porter's gesticulating gesture connoted nothingness of demeaning disapproval, perambulating on the hilly terrain of approval.
Akimbo stood l.
Now the verdict!
Molten volcanic magisterial command erupted in a gestapo gesture,
Spudding out from the barytone's baritone voice from the selfsame housemaster,
From the bastion of authority,
And the house generalissimo like a wild brant squalled, matter-of-factly,
"we do not accept bed bugs cotton wool and raffia leaves hand-made mattress here".
Entreaties collapsed.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 1:30 AM UTC
and at times, i wonder if you've ever really seen her, beautiful her. in those moments when her heart is beating fast because she's being smart, and when her eyes are watery because she's drowning in memories. she's so beautiful, can't you see it? when her cheeks are rosy red and her hair is mussy. shy, humble. have you ever really looked at her? her heart spills out and she is surrounded by an air of love. she's breathtaking, especially when her breath has been taken, haven't you noticed? haven't you noticed how bright her eyes are when she loves you? she wants to be yours and it's a beautiful sight, you should see her. you should see her, you would fall in love the same way she crashed into being in love with you
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
No more words. You’re right, it’s enough
Of mussy clusters of meaningless phrases.
All thoughts are chilled and are wrapped in pain.
It’s not an interesting story for us.
Colors have faded, cleaned out with time.
The beauty’s become decrepit in whole.
The past has been a depressing burthen.
An emptiness’s hanged over us in full.
There’re no more words.
Feelings are rootless.
We’re free of each other.
Our love is bootless.
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 5:53 PM UTC
It is amazing; awesome
Is not it a-maze-zing?
Awe in a moment sublime
Something never wrong in time
How divine the new prose- the pose!
I want us to work great
Gathered flotsam secreted in swathes-
I want to know how mussy we stick
I wonder often- awesome as it plays:
Do you have wonder-full ideas
With you in them- in the nick?
I am looking forward to seeing you soon
There are emotions owing on our faces-
About wandering / stupendous views / tight spaces
Yeah. It's a maze carved up with zing
Ever going right
In the wrong places
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 7:13 PM UTC
breath of the ocean bay
calm inducing whimsical melody
my life i lay an ecstasy
soft cottony display
hiding the sunlight ray
my eyes can't put it away
mussy greeny beau
bedded up the ancient soil
my life i lay an ecstasy
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 7:00 AM UTC