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Henry Daniels Jun 2012
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!
Refer Sanity. Intoxicating Realities. ;)
Ralph Akintan Jan 2019
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.
Quiet Jan 2015
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
butterfly Jul 2017
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
Echoes from the heart
Richard Collier May 2017
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
She peeked through the keyhole espying a messy cool lair  
she ate up the tiniest bowl she could find      
disheveled, disarrayed, disordered were they with wild hair  

She chose a tiny seat and turned a bears world upside down  
smash went the wood, and he howled    
grungy, grimy and grubby were they and sadly they frowned

She cleaned up there mess though she caused them distress
come the night, the little wee bed fit just right
muddled, mussed and mussy were they but also such bless  

She learned how to live in a world full of bears in plain sight  
though she called them all "dears, "
it was the baby bear she called, beautiful, beloved and bright
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T R S Aug 2020
And then I finally saw what you said I couldn't see,
How much I loved you, wasn't a foreign idea to me.

Pining for that little bit of love you gave
Pickled my heart strings in tarnished golden thread

Darkness gave me glassy eyes
Loveliness is little more than stress on my workbench

I've dusted lint out of my linen pockets and stocked them with candy instead.

Mussy hair makes me care less about why and where
Just disappoint me
Poignantly
And I'll breath it just like air.

— The End —