Best Mus Poems
Tomorrow is simply a taunt
of questions asked long ago,
maybe the anwers bring tempest
or maybe an extravaganza
ready to be played with great zeal;
relax in the shade of the chiquichiqui*
our anwers will come as they must,
with patience we'll greet the new day!
*a type of palm tree
Categories:
mus, life,
Form:
Acrostic
Sparkling chemistry between artist and ballerina
Under the apricot sky, they exude verve and zeal
Ballerina twirls, poses, and blows kisses; like magic
Law of Attraction catches them unaware. How feverish!
In the gloaming, the artist sketches his comely muse
Mesmerised by her lithe grace and magnetism
Eureka! They find love before long. A sublime alchemy
BRIAN'S SELECT A,any form,any theme
Contest Judged: 6/10/2020 (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Double Double Words To Bubble Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by Joseph May
Date written: 05/25/2020
Categories:
mus, art, beauty, environment, imagery,
Form:
Acrostic
Exploring deep space was a mus'
For an astronomer named Gus
But his girlfriend saw red
When to her he said
I'd like to explore Uranus
Date: 4-25-15
Contest Name: Make me Actually LOL
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Categories:
mus, fun,
Form:
Limerick
I have many fond memories growin' up on the farm as a boy.
Such simple pleasures in times more sublime brought me great joy!
I knowed it was summer when in June Dad bought me a straw hat,
And in the pasture we'd form a diamond to swing ball and bat!
I knowed it was summer when I could go barefoot sheddin' my shoes,
And wade in the 'crick' and let the warm mud through my toes ooze!
I knowed it was summer 'cause I had to attend Vacation Bible School,
When I'd rather be feeshin' than learnin' to live by the Golden Rule!
My dog Spooks trailed me as I ambled to my favorite feeshin' hole,
With a can of worms, safety pin fer a hook and willow branch fer a pole!
I knowed it was summer when upon a lofty oak limb I'd stretch,
Gazin' at driftin' clouds and, Oh!, the many boyhood dreams I'd sketch!
I knowed it was summer when I saw the steam tractor comin' down the road,
With the threshin' machine in tow to reap the grains that my Father sowed!
I knowed it was summer when I picked wild blackberries as big as yer thumb,
And ate so much homemade ice cream until my poor brain was froze numb!
I knowed it was summer when in the gloamin' I'd catch fireflies in a jar,
And listen fer the hauntin' wail of freight trains travelin' from afar!
I knowed it was summer when relaxin' on the front porch at end of day,
Fightin' mus-skeeters, sippin' iced tea and savorin' scented new-mown hay!
I knowed it was summer when hoein' taters 'neath the hot Hoosier sun,
And pitchin' hay and swattin' sweatbees, neither of which was fun!
I knowed it was summer when lightnin' lit the sky like the Fourth of July,
Followed by rollin' thunder and rain as 'neath covers in terror I'd lie!
I knowed it was summer when Mom made preserves, jams and jellies,
That along with her homemade breads and biscuits would sate our bellies!
I have many fond memories growin' up on the farm as a boy!
Such simple pleasures in times more sublime brought me great joy!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Categories:
mus, childhood, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
Slim's cowboy hat warn't no fancy Stetson, that's fer shore!
He'd paid five smackeroos fer it in a Sears 'n' Roebuck store.
But it served him jes as well through his cowboyin' years,
Roundin' up, ropin' 'n' brandin' cantankerous longhorn steers.
It didn't have no fancy rattlesnake band er feathers in its crown,
But its droopy brim shaded his mug when the sun came bearin' down.
It'd been stomped on, rained on 'n' sweat-stained 'n' looked a fright,
Drug through manure 'n' mud, well-stained from its original white!
Besides protectin' his vulnerable skull from the rain, snow 'n' hail,
He found many creative uses fer the old hat ridin' a cowpoke's trail.
It was useful fer feedin' oats to his long-sufferin' horse, old Nell,
And dippin' drinkin' water from a stream - it served both of them well.
It held water fer Slim when he took an occasional shave,
And I 'spose could've been used fer a much-needed lave!
It was good fer swattin' flies 'n' mus-skeeters from Slim's face,
And givin' Nell a whack on her rump when givin' dogies chase.
The hat shaded Slim's face from the sun when takin' a snooze,
But it shore got in the way when with his gal he desired to schmooze!
When he came to the end of the trail the hat was buried with him.
St Pete said, "Howdy! But we gotta do somethin' 'bout yer hat, Slim!"
Categories:
mus, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
If We Don Need Um-Why Feed Um
We do not need to feed -
who we do not need
Every since they yelled
thar's gold in dem dar hills
dars oil in dat der groun
there's
diamons in dat der mine
there is salt in dat mine
ders water in dat well
dars feritle soil on
dem peoples lan.
Poor people have become
a means to an end
disposable-dispensable
unemployable
slavery is still a commodity.
Build new prisons -
keep them on reservations.
Bring in the cheaper workers
Bring in the desperado's
and they know how
to suffer in silence.
These others make to much noise
and these union boys.-unwieldy
They've had their day-
They've had there say.
There's GMO'S in
them dar fish N chickn's
tomatoes and corn..
Feed um fuel ,no more sugar cane-
Syrup from the corn or bust.
Eat that they mus !
They'll soon be insane,feed um dat;
And other poison food stuff.
We don need um -why feed um HUH?
Did I mention we can
now use their pensions..
( Song)
If you R happy
and you know it
then your
face will surly show it
if you R happy
and you know it ...say ?
Categories:
mus, corruption, satire,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Na im one day i carry my car commot for
house,
As i dey go na im i see one man dey shout.
'Stop there,stop there',he dey tell me,
Wetin concern me; i don go!
Na im wen i come dey come back
Na im kasala kon burst.
For morning,na only one man,
But now,you go think sey they import them.
Dey don block the road,
You go think sey na boko enter.
'MUS-317DM,stop!'; the same man shout,
'What's this?',for my mind i dey blow
grammer.
Na im the same man,show face.
Face wey be like prayer point.
You know how you dey pray for money na,
Na so the man dey shine face for me.
For my mind,'Allahu','Oh God',na
Im i dey talk.
Before i no am,the man don shadow me,
With kumo* before my glass.
'Ko ju ma ri bi gbogbo ara lo gun ee'
Na im i jejeli slow down for them.
'Where is your particular',the man dey shout,
As if sey,particular go do am.
I give im paritcular but he no gree,
Na then i no say 'to be a man is nor
enough'.
Na im i come start to beg,
The guy no gree oo,like sey we get beef.
Na later i come know wetin he want,
But seriously,i know get kpanyi for wallet.
My guy no believe oo,he even
Tell sey make i bring my A.T.M card,
If i no get cash for hand.
'Eeh!',na then i no sey the matter don red.
Wetin we dey talk?,he commot POS
From him pocket.
But,as omo agabandi,
I commot money give my 'padi padi'
Chai diaris God ooo.
c.2017
It's written in Nigerian Pidgin English.
Categories:
mus, africa,
Form:
Light Verse
. This fate is not final and irrevocable. Hope was not made
to exist. dum spiro, spero I face battles with Id as my sole
weapon. Always defeated, conquered by my conceited
self, I come to God—to Him I surrender, to Him I give my
vow. History was
made to endure—
to be our gover-
ness, to be victo-
rious. dum vivi-
mus, vivamus.
And now, as my
true battle unra-
vels, the only
weapon I had
has become my
foe. Defeated
once more I
come to You for
Your refuge, and
to You I pledge
again my vows;
but none had
lived long. Never
had I won a fight against Id and never was I a victor.
vae victis. As for this defeat not to continue, I would be
more than willing to sacrifice my sanity, to give it up if this
will also be the grounds for me to be far from You…
Categories:
mus, faith, forgiveness, life, philosophy,
Form:
Concrete
I.
You see them on the media,
internet and TV,
people who say,”Take that man’s cash
and give all of it to me!”
Not caring that the rich fellow
has committed no crime,
that the cash the state steals from him
is a sacrifice of time.
Not caring that wealth is not a thing
that can be distributed,
that the productive must make it,
that it’s a thing created.
There is no ‘pie’ that we cup up,
but a force that grows and shrinks,
and when we take from those who earn
we undermine the whole thing.
The productive just shrug and leave
then the collapse begins,
don’t believe me? Well why don’t you
go ask a Venezuelan?
Jealousy is no excuse for
a confiscation sick,
you’ve no right to a thing they’ve earned,
you’re not poor because they’re rich.
II.
In the first place you have to see
businessmen for what they are,
they’re not monsters out to get you
or they wouldn’t get that far.
We all chose how to make money,
they go it on their own,
taking high risk for high reward,
often risking their homes.
Others choose to work for others,
and that too is okay,
differing methods, but the same goal:
To head back home with our pay.
Should we demonize a person
for the method that they choose?
Or do many of us simply fear
it’s not something we could do?
We don’t have the skills to run the show,
their talents we have not learned,
and rather then learn them for ourselves
we find it easier to burn.
Maybe we’re just too risk averse
to try surviving like that,
can’t stand people built differently,
so we hate them and give flak.
Maybe we just dehumanize to
make it easier to .
But if they play clean then we mus face:
We’re not poor because they’re rich.
Categories:
mus, career, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
This classic cat...
Not rodent he definitely agrees...
The mere insult as he pokes his tongue defiantly...
...His intellect with pride...
...This Persian exotic with papers...
Top breed himself aware...
...Not common moggy is he...
...He only indulges the classes of
distinguished friends, and family...
...And with such a sense of humour...
...with animated gesture...
...he himself declares...
His full name Charles Bartholemeow Kelly
This beautiful beige fluff ball...
with huge orange eyes...with bushy tale in tow...
Since we brought him home to the globe...
He's grown, so beautifully
His favourite dine is KFC...
Birdie in a box...his treat
This connoisseur he celebrates...
Paw lickin' good...his purrrrs
with resonate...
He lounges in the sun...
in his leather lazy boy recliner...
...And curls up on our luxury Sealy bed...
Pillow top stuffed with silk and wool...
...with luxury nothing finer...
...He plays with his Mothers unused pink tampon...
...His test dummy mouse, he prefers...
Many occasions he arrives on door step...
...with dead unsuspecting bird...
...This classic puss comes across...
as if he is a snob...
...He comes to us for hugs, and cuddles...
and when he wants a brush...
...His bowl he often visits...
...If empty his little face with grim-mus...
...and the noises and insults he hurls...
...So he stands in front of the mirror...
...with pride and a wink he gives
...He believes he is a lion after all...
We love our little boy Charlie...
...Such a character with pride...
...So with this write...it is a tribute...
...Each day you bring us joy...
...Our little Charlie, we love our little boy...
...This little puss without boots...
discovered on trade me...
a small purse was paid...
...for this little soul filled with joy
and bliss...
...A treasure for forever he'll remain...
Categories:
mus, animals, art, love, passion,
Form:
Concrete
Nigh Night
A nigh night t’night,
Come mek wi go dung a Miss Jane.
Mek sure yuh wear something red
Cause wi gwen pass di cemetery before we reach Miss Jane
For duppy get mad when rum and drum a beat.
Cause when rum and drum a beat, duppy come from all bout pon di street.
Yuh never believe di amount a duppy dat meet an’ greet.
Woi! Yuh feel di cool breeze?
Wi deh near di cemit’ry.
Oonu walk fass! Cause dem dupppy yah bare face.
Mi head a raise, di spirit deh near
Kibba yuh mout’! mek wi hurry and pass.
Ah… ah… ah… ah…
A wah dat mi hear?
Dat mus be a man duppy,
Cause a dem have no fear!
Mi frighten suh till mi heart move up and down out a place!
Si di light deh! A one more corner, an wi reach.
Yuh hear di drum beat dancing through the tree leaves.
Di rhymes and riddims creating the melody of the beat
Causing duppy and living to stand to dem feet.
Dem yah duppy nuh need nuh cake soap fi bleach
Nor toothbrush fi brush teeth
Fi dem look’s natral
So be careful who you meet, kiss or greet
Cause duppy no longer walk only a night pan di streets.
Categories:
mus, faithnight, night,
Form:
no sur,
eyez cant reed
massa sez we do hem harm
ifin we coold reed
eyez jus wana sos dem roos
on da whal wood maik sens
eyez turd fo getin whoopd
not nowin y
theyz ses thur b slayvs risin
gainst theyz massas
don sees how reedin is t blaym
massa mus b ryt bout dat doe
o lawd whyz eye n chaynz
eye dun no won haum
lawd wayk mee frum dis dreem
eyez n minz swer weel neva reed
if dat be wat u be needn
no sur
eyez cant reed
(Mr. Douglas turns his back and walks away)
Categories:
mus, history, political, social, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
Mi Hart nos knot how to spel werds ore feelings
A contess ,eye cant wyn becuz eye kant spel
Duz punktuation realee speek frum the Harte
Wot i want too say, wot i whant two xspress
Mus bee spelted rite or knowwon nos wot i sey
If knot punctuated write , mi POEM iz lost
Categories:
mus, education, on writing and
Form:
Free verse
CHANGE
Change mus come
No matter whey yu tun
It ah go come
Even if yu run an’ hide
Or tan an’ criticize
It ah go com’
Yu decide fi hav sum fun
Shootin off yu big long gun
Mekk some life dun
In the Isles of de sun
Cho, change ah go com
Weddah yu want fi look pon it
As small change or big change
Change ah change
An’ it ah com
365 days in ah de year
Waste everyone if yu dare
But change ah go still com, yu hear
Yu who are in school
Yu brukk de golden rule den say
Dat is so cool, others say yu fool, fool
Change, ah whey yu deh
Change is inevitable
Change ah go com
Matter of fact, whether we like it or not, change is here
Change is a must
Change is constant and it begins in us
Categories:
mus, 12th grade, 9th grade,
Form:
Free verse
A mi name David
A mi name David, Jessie last bwoy,
A mi name David, mi used to play di harp,
A mi name David, di baddest ting around,
A mi name David mi deserve the crown.
A mi name David, mi nuh tek nuh talk,
A mi name David, mi nuh want nuh war,
A mi name David di one and only,
A mi name David, mi on the right path.
A mi name David and Goliath mus fall,
A mi name David di rula afta Saul,
A mi name David, Johnaton best friend,
A mi name David, mi neva have much fi spen'.
A mi name David, Saul Son - in-law,
A mi name David mi on di run fi mi life,
A mi name David and Saul soon fall,
A mi name David listen wen mi talk.
A mi name David di lickle sheephard bwoy,
A mi name David, Saul son-in-law,
A mi name David di baddest ting around,
A mi name David an mi mus wear di crown.
Categories:
mus, christian, religion,
Form:
Free verse