Best Mussed Poems

My dear brother Butch,

Hair are the highlights of my week:
I got a job at the Hairway to Heaven salon!
Our motto: "We color your hair or dye trying"
When the interviewer said "I mustache you a question..."
I answered, "May I mullet over?"
Seriously, working there is a shear...

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as the PROPHETS of profits, WE lead and WE’re fair
while WE’re living the life of the poor BILLIONAIRE
– silver yachts, pearly castles, cash (plenty to spare) –
with the world on OUR backs... ah! the burdens WE bear!

being HAVES (not the have-nots) as nature decrees
means WE’re...

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lying in the tangled white sheets
hair mussed i can still feel your touch
where you loved me and i loved you.

your scar on the side of your cheek
a piece of shrapnel embedded
you said you'd come home in a week.

it's august now  come september
four years exactly...

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I have soared above the Redwoods in their youth
Touched tips of frosted frigid icy peaks
Lifted weary aching migratory wings
Swept through the oily tint of present day

Enraged the sea, drove ships upon the rocks
Becalmed the mariners upon dead waves
Caressed the vibrant hope of snowbound buds
Blew north...

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Aisle never no watt kame over mi
too sine up four that coarse.
Eye shirley mussed halve lost my scents
oar bin throne off my hoarse.

They said they'd teach mi how two right,
know knead too halve thee blews...
and awl sew how too spell reel good
like own that grate...

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--------        SKIN DEEP     --------               

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Diva with human touch- for contest



Alighted she from her red limousine
Bedecked in A-line gown, pista green
Till the waist embroidered golden sheen
Satin silk with a halter neckline
Charming face and a vibrant smile!
Stiletto glassy gold with shiny stones
Diamonds green dangled from her earlobes
Clutch in hand golden green...

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Dappled grey horses
sweat crusted and weary
hooves drifting dust
lift a day
passing dreary
The harness bells faded
reigned in at the rill
a cool running brook
near the base of our hill
~
My eyes
I'm a lad
scant older than four
brought visions to mind
full of wonders in store
A wagon decked out
like a big city...

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His bedroom, tossed sheets - she mussed her hair, snapped selfie
posting everywhere, she knew there was no turning back
Pillow Note: Lie to her now, not me...

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*** Lunacy Loo Flies ***


Beauuty, in a creature from
Among the most high;
In rythmic song while in her flight 
Witnessng the realities and fancies
Circling the clouds — 
Proud of her ancient, legendary form, gone

lost into that certain dimension of Nature’s 
Blessed  running for all immediacy...

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I arrived at gadgados 
today TD our receptionist
is on leave and i have to multitask
between HR and customer care desk

We did lose the keys to the washrooms
turns out the HR forgot and they ended
accompanying her home.. as we are almost
giving up hope of ever finding...

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Good Morning my precious
Teddy Bear.
I see you warm and cuddly
sitting there
your fur crumpled and mussed
from my loving care.
You give me peace and comfort
through the night
from all pain, sorrow
and worldly fright.
I'm crazed, lost and so up tight
when of you I loose sight.
Without you to hug
things wouldn't...

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They were playing quite nicely,
My pride and my joy;
My two small, blonde daughters
And my redheaded boy.
Then I heard a commotion.
"Oh, what is it now?"
Their friendly, quiet game
Had turned into a row.
Sometimes he teased them
Until they got mad
And ran in to tell me
That Brother was bad.
I...

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Running in the yard
Splashing in a pool
Squishing mud with toes
Dashing here and there
Playing everywhere.

Dad picked you up
Mom kissed the hurts
Sis hugged your neck
Bub mussed your hair
They loved you much.

What it was
to be young,
Full of life.

No cares,
No strife,

Free....

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MY SILVER CAPTAIN

Oh his lips, at dawn
a brandished dark-brown moustache.
touché!

~

And when we’d been together
as man and wife,
for a measure of time,
the upper lip ~
a scrub brush

~

clean, shaven,
master of youth

~

time mussed up
his dark brown-hair
with lovely sprigs of silver

~

Oh, behold,
not quite yet
at the dawn of twilight,
a lovely...

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