Short Mus Poems

times or good
well understood
times can be bad
your look so sad
like your under the weather
hey you need too this you mus do
GET IT TOGETHER...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Amidst summer’s day
Post middle school finale
In the concrete valley
A vanguard viking lay

We gathered as a ragtag crew
Peeled his corpse off the floor
Carrying him, despite the gore.
To the stream, as we knew what to do

Fashioning a mausoleum of straw
Hoping he felt no disdain,
His grave enveloped in flame
And gently floated away.

It was there I thought to myself,
“What is the meaning of it all?”
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During the time I had,
I sat beneath a tree.
Even though I was always sad,
The comfort of the tree made me feel free.

The dark would come and I would have to go.
I would go back in the morning sun,
To feel free and remember what I know.

But why mus' I leave?
There's no need to leave this tree.
I left for good.
Goodbye autumn leaves.
It's almost like being conjoined and then ripped part,
For I loved this tree from the start....

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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)...

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