Musa Poems - Poems about Musa

Greatness was his to inherit Breaking free from shells of gold Soaring on wings of diamond so bold Across the vast and rich lands of Mali. Well-versed in the culture of his motherland A gem in trade, a leader in heart Mansa Musa, a beacon of strength Guiding Mali to heights untold. From a young age, like the morning sun...

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a muse is thought of as a god dess like being so i came to this city to see for myself my only sadness that will turn to longing is that i must leave today...

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two twin beds mean two singles my signals got crossed i thought a double was two not one bed so instead we asked for two sheets and two blankets...

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do you know how to throw a lasso do you not know how to tie a knot knitting a whip with your brows your brows you can use to beat me but treat me as if you wanted me since language of the body is different from speech but to each their own but you own me...

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she asked she said for me to please por favor slow down and she heavily breathing said you're doing one after the other and as your Muse i do suggest that you slow down your pace has both of us in recessatation so lets lock lips and let me give you the most ever mind blowing job poem you'll ever have...

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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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First she says, you are not alone you know that you can contact me i can only give you love Then she says, i have a lot of sincere love for you without an expiration date...

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i know a muse who knows me when we kiss she breathes poetry with this verb there's a third person present not me the poetry itself not selfishly becomes another expressively unendingly beyond reality simply being more then words until i can't speak no need for the senses reel in dance when we kiss i never close my eyes...

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O mystic man, sorcerer He with the scar marked over his heart Lead the foolish astray, lead them the false way Jebel Musa Born on the night of the blood moon Practitioner of the dark arts, conjuring mirages for a fee You taught the children of Balaam well ... had them to drink deep from the covetous cistern, the corrupting waters ...

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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 some reason, the village women as well this day, under a hot tropical sun, a bunch of old village men sit crouched the agenda of the day awaits on one side sits Musa...

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