Aspiration 08 14 2010

Aspiration 08 14 2010



A crow flew by


It knew what I saw


It wanted to abandon its dreadful cackling caw


The crow told me it wanted to fly like a gull


As I drove in my four wheeled metal framed hull


And try and be


What I like to see


It beat its wings in long rhythmic strokes


But quickly had to revert to its faster wing like pokes


It knew I did not bring my camera


And therefore it would first time test its wings of Gamera






Thomas Paul Murphy


Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

She's Too Brat For Me- a rightful takeoff from the polka

She’s Too Brat For Me 07 11 2010

I don't need your wife

You may keep her strife

She's too brat for me

She's too brat for me

I don't want her

You can have her

She's too brat for me

She's too brat for me

I don't need your wife

You may keep her strife

She's too brat for me

She's too brat for me

I don't want her

You can have her

She's too brat for me

She's too brat for me

Thomas Paul Murphy

Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

The U-Turn Poem 07 08 2010

The U-Turn Poem

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Always when I want to do a U-eee

A car blocks my way

And damn I’m through-eee

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Thomas Paul Murphy

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Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

“Poker Lineage Smith” 07 08 2010

“Poker Lineage Smith” 07 08 2010

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He fought for beauty in the world

Against false pretense

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The written word in broken cursive

His best defense

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Scribbled down on traveled streets

Smiles providing comfort

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Glances a second to meaningful meets

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Lights and sound from rumbling tires

Hearts of stone or burning fires?

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Drives the wheel with knees

His words flowed with ease

Where should one say please?

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He opens a door of chaotic solitude

Is he home?

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Thomas Paul Murphy

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Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

The Uptight Song 07 08 2010

Uptight 07 08 2010

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Uptight

You’ve been up all night

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Uptight

I don’t like your fight

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Uptight

You know I’m right

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Uptight

I think you’re out of sight

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Uptight

You’ve been up all night

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Uptight

I don’t like your fight

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Uptight

I know you’re right

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Uptight

I think you’re out of sight

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Thomas Paul Murphy

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Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

The Deer Does Not Name the Berries 07 06 2010

The Deer Does Not Name the Berries 07 06 2010

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Berries in the forest

I know which ones are good to eat

They are like a treasure found

As is meeting a friend of the forest

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Some stops in the woods smell clean

Some places rotten smells lurk

Sometimes I smell and my ears perk up

Then I know which way to go

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As I then approach

Bounding away sounds are heard

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Brown fur then bounces up and down and away

Did my forest friends lead me to them?

Hoofs trod louder as rocks are trampled

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As one follows the deer path

We see what the deer sees

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The paths often wind upward on ridges

Through arrays of pines and birch

Then slope down near water

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The heat of exertion is sometimes met by patches of cold fresh forest air

Providing renewed vigor to the journey leg back

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The deer does not name the berries

Does it shop for favorites in its forest?

And know what will be on distant shelves today?

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Smell, sight, taste

Memory of being shown what to eat

When it was young

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Thomas Paul Murphy

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Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

Where's My Mountain Honey Gone- Song

The Where's My Mountain Honey Song


Where's my mountain honey gone
Where's she been a hiving

Where's my mountain honey gone
Where's she been a hiving

Where's my mountain honey gone
Where's she been a hiving


Thomas Paul Murphy

Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

I kind of like this little song.

The Platform Dancer

Available at http://thomasmurphy.lifepics.com/net/Pro/Default.aspx

My Poem on the picture reads:

The Platform Dancer

The high fashion stepper

She's strutting her stuff

They couldn't get enough

Of her little fanny feather fluff

Thomas Paul Murphy

Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

Green Palette

Green Palette

I can mix a shade of green, and I can make it mean.

A mean old shade of green.

I can add some yellow for the girl's who will say hello.

For the girl's who will say hello.

I can add some blue for a forest that is true.

A forest that is true.


COPYRIGHT 2009 Thomas Murphy

--Thomas Murphy

Diplomacy

Diplomacy 01 23 2010

One hand reaches out to another and they shake.

One hand reaches out to another, how strong did they shake?

One hand reaches out to another; it shakes too strongly, the other wilts.

One hand reaches out to another, it shakes not as strong, the other ponders reason.

One hand reaches out to another, it turns away.

One hand reaches out to another again.

Thomas Paul Murphy

Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

Government and People

GOVERNMENT AND PEOPLE 01 23 2010

A fist is raised.

One voice speaks to all the rest that must conform.

The words are spoken strongly. Is the meaning as strong as the speaking we ask?

Everyone hopes this finger is pointed at them.

A camel is thread through the eye of a needle as the will of the people trods through the narrow opening of two warring factions.

Are we more easily convinced by words spoken strongly, that are able to supersede this, or by reason, the one who tried to pay attention through all the distraction asks?

If it could see and accept its own faults would it readily find the fault of the other?

Old Mr. Crow

4/21/2001

Old Mr. Crow

Old Mr. Crow,

Tell me what you know?

Old Mr. Crow,

Show me where you go

Old Mr. Crow,

What do you do about the snow?

Old Mr. Crow,

How does your time flow?

Old Mr. Crow,

Do you eat the seeds I sow?

Old Mr. Crow,

What spirit do you tow?

Old Mr. Crow,

What does your vision show?

Old Mr. Crow,

Tell me what you know?

Copyright 2001, Tom Murphy

Phaedra Dear

Phaedra Dear

Her name was Phaedra.

She had an abundance of facial hair.

She had flowers growing there.

Phaedra was her name.

She played an evil game.

Her spirit never tame.

Listen Phaedra Dear.

I’m gonna tear off your ear.

Her name was Phaedra Dear.

They once said she was queer.

She loved to fill men with fear.

Listen Phaedra Dear.

I’m gonna give you a steer.

Her name was Phae-dra.

She had an abundance of facial hair.

She had flowers growing there.

She played an evil game.

Her spirit never tame.

Can you listen Phaedra Dear,

If I’ve got your ear right here?

COPYRIGHT 2009 Thomas Murphy

--Thomas Murphy

The Pickup Line 06 03 2010

I almost made the majors after high school

That recruiter he come and take a look at me

He said son your as strong as you could be

But we don't have room for three



I almost made the majors after high school

That recruiter he come and take a look at me

He said son your as strong as you could be

But we don't have room for three

Thomas Paul Murphy

Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

Today’s Engineer?

Engineering 05/30/2010

Today’s Engineer?

Give me a fluffy baseball cap
The one with blue and white stripes
I want to be an engineer my friend
But I don’t know anything about different nuts and bolts types

Thomas Paul Murphy

Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

The Lucy Song 05 22 2010

The Lucy Song 05 22 2010

Lucille Ball

She’s denying her fall

Lucille Ball

She’s denying her fall

Her eyes were always very far away

She never had the right words to say

Lucille Ball

She’s denying her fall

Lucille Ball

She’s denying her fall

She always tried for a sense of poise

Her voice it was like chicken noise

Lucille Ball

She’s denying her fall

Lucille Ball

She’s denying her fall

She always clung to the back of a man named Ricky

He liked to clean, spam and licky

Lucille Ball

She’s denying her fall

Lucille Ball

She’s denying her fall

She could always hear my beckon call

Lucy who denied her fall

Lucille Ball

She’s denying her fall

Lucille Ball

She’s denying her fall

She could never forget our day

When we were together in the hay

One day she flew up and away

Thomas Paul Murphy

Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

My Websites

SHE LIED LIKE A CHINESE BUSINESS MAN 05 22 2010

SHE LIED LIKE A CHINESE BUSINESS MAN 05 22 2010

She lied like a Chinese business man

Yah, yah, yah, yah

She had bad old Karma

Gonna do yah harma

She lied like a Chinese business man

Yah, yah, yah, yah

She road on the back of a motorcycle

That one day slid on a slick of glycol

She prayed to a guardian angel everyone thought was psycho

She lied like a Chinese business man

Yah, yah, yah, yah

Thomas Paul Murphy

Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

My Websites

The Dove Knew Better

I think it was a dove, it was a peaceful bird.

The Dove Knew Better 03 21 2010

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I break for lunch and when I return a dove is sleeping on my table saw, in the hot summer sun, and he was content about not moving,the date is 09/16/2007

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The dove knew better

Than the menace of vetter

The bird told me to work no more

Leave this chore

To the men of Boar

The vulgar encroaching spirit would like to bother the relaxing dove

Void the world of anothers love

This is how much faith nature has in me

No jealously in terms of who to be

There’s blood on the top of the saw the gotcha gouch thinks

That’s dry paint I reply and your brain stinks

Drive away a friend of mine the jealous eyes above a mouth that endlessly spews meanly well thought fine

Bother him until he quits at life

Do this by making him feel strife

The doves knew better

They welcomed me back in this way

They well know what I need to say

Deprive him of a friendly meeting

For him should only have grass seating

Those with envy have no trust

That’s why a nation just went bust

This dove knew all along

And waited for return of song

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Thomas Paul Murphy

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Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy