Long Mumu Poems

Chilling with the big boys

My brother my blood 
There is no quick road to success
There is no short root to life 
Except you want to die young 
And land your life in endless troubles
Bro no...

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Pussy (Vulnerabilities)

Pussy

Men sometimes put no value to sex and the sacred decision a woman might hold dear for the reason to
Submit options of letting you indulge in her essences. See some have had men all...

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When I was a child my utmost dream was to be recognized, famous.
I determined that it is rather a curse, not a joy, for it impedes freedom.
Being a hippie I relish my seclusion and communal...

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Yes, This Day Is Done

In the corner of the deck unseen,
An old lady with a floppy straw hat,
Tired, arthritic, reads in afternoon's cool,
And listens for the dogs.

For first there is a hum on the roads,
Then...

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The bears are invited Grandpa said casually.
My heart turned cold.
I just got my closet put back together from their last year’s visit.
I decided I would hide my hot pink nightie, and my rainbow feathered boa.
Lulu...

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If I had a wishing stick I would ask for world peace 
The lovely beauty pageant contender said into the mike
Generous generous generous

You are allowed three wishes, the commentator said.
Oh, great! She said. World peace,...

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it is one of those placid docile what-do-we-do April days.
I sit outside naked except for my light polyester mumu.
an airplane wakes the cloud with her powerful engine noises.
my wind chimes tingle a mirthful melody.

Sophie, my...

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A Poem in Pidgin English

Me, ma na SARS
I sabi drop bars
My gun ready to blast
Any youth wey dey drive cars
If tattoos na your singlet
We go treat you like piglet
If you no gree cooperate
Omo, you go...

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We were hillbillies when we lived in the north
But now that we are Floridians, we have to come forth
Admit that we love wearing pajamas and nighties all day
When I go outside, my attire scares the...

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T' night after a peaceful bubbly sunset
And a well painted aftermath.
We 're about to stroll down 
Alongside the Alawai Canal 
Beneath aloha waving palm fronds
Carefully stepping around the biggest frogs
We've ever seen
At least twice the...

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What is her name? We asked those who lived on floor blue.
Her name is Moo, and she is always wearing a flowered mumu.
No someone argued; that cow’s name is Frank footer Sue.
Why would that be?...

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I am a sloth, a slob, a slug
During the summer when school is out.
I move in slow motion from chair to couch to bed.

I am in the throes of binge eating –
sugar, sugar, sugar, sugar,...

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Wearing a mumu again today
Fooling myself into semi-believing
no one can tell I have gained too much weight
That my thighs rub together as I walk
And I am lumbering like a beast

Wearing a mumu again today
It has...

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Come in and type practical side urges me
I laugh my petootsie off
IT'S TIME!  Type A screams in my ear
I roll my eyes in disgust at being pressured

Sixty-seven degrees outside today
It lures me out, I...

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