Best Musa Poems

my muse
is not my
wife

i would
like but
she is

more then
twice my
age younger

a smile
raising
more

warmth
then a
sunrise

eyes
that shine
animalistic

mystically
hypnotizing
me

but breathing
the poetic
breath

that all
great muses
do

and
she
does...

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bees make honey-old news
and Musa,
yes Musa, the rugged, 
self acclaimed village bachelor harvests honey
his farm has a drone of hives,
bees seem to like him
and for...

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It was late in gorgeous springtime, and I was teaching my class,
A lesson in African history, and the events of time's hourglass.

My fourth graders were...

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The Bedouins, bequeathed with the sacred beauty of paradise harsh,
trusted guardians of jealous gorges and gifted groves
lead me from the Wadi Musa to the humble...

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mi Musa uses
a translator to
express her
words to
me

typing what she
wants to say
rapido makes
for the words
of inspiration

as i write this
she has boarded
an airplane to take
her cake and...

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I'm sorry for ever calling you a  especially when it was usually a argument about something I did & you asked me to switch
I...

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Once upon a time there lived a boy called Musa,
who lived in an Island called Pemba. He loved
going fishing and long journeys into the deep,
blue...

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let’s remember the ancestors
the ancestors of the clan –
the infamous and un-kingly kings
celebrate their inglorious libations
all over my land, my clan –
but, my clansmen
let not...

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THE MAUSOLEUM OF ALL

Africa is the burial chamber of many,
Millions of men and women rested in peace,
The deepest hole full of important bones,
The bones of...

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Hello friends and future friends. I hope my 
choice of my poetic form is totally absurd. 
I don't even know what an Epithalamium is; 
so...

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sing me her songs
her songs amongst the old rocks & mounts
her ancients songs
amid those pages & their kings
when mansa musa was the prince
& sundiata was...

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After amala and ewedu,
And after the round two of egusi and fufu.
Na im my eyes come dey pinch me,
Small small i dey close am.
Before i...

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Who am I?

I am a lion who comes out as a goat
I am an ocean with waves big enough to drown
I am a child of...

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*The Boy Who cried German*

  Although Ikeh was as nervous as ever he still gathered a little guts to address those sluts. He always...

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We are travellers on this terrestial plane
where acorns are consumed in tinder season 
oaks fell by angry hurricane 
robust iroko mowed by lumbers greedy saw...

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