Saturday, May 22, 2010

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

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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

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Sunday, May 16, 2010

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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Fem Fatal Poem

Poem 05 16 2010

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Fem Fatal

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She liked to keep score

And was often found within a coven of whore

After her crotch was dripping and sore

She longed anew for someone different to adore

To be the one she would ignore

He only wanted to look at her more

To be, too soon, body and spirit poor

Soul divided among her gore

Forgetting her an untenable chore

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Thomas Paul Murphy

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Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

Friday, May 14, 2010

The Tears of Satan

05 14 2010

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The Tears of Satan

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They’ve got a weapon that can incapacitate you if you try to rob Fort Knox

His wealthy banking family friend told him in 1990

With a wealth of intellect he would never need rob to earn

As strong as Fort Knox, he tried to hold his mind and body taught

And keep concentrating when cysts formed in his neck and muscles

From a weapon he called the Tears of Satan

They armed and pointed it at him when he did roam

They also fixed one at his home

The Tears of Satan streamed at him from what looked the size and shape of a cell phone

The lowest tier of Satan is the complaint department and they are now mobilized

And their favorite prisoner is on the loose and having fun

We know what we must do they said as they grabbed the gun

On their warring belts they mounted fresh charge packs

Never to be allowed alone, they said as they greedily grabbed their empty gold sacks

He saw the particle wave originate from it and stream at him

It contrast through the bright daylight of heavens sun

What looked like hollow tears streaming at him sideways from her gun

She stood there with a cold heartless stare

As the static like drops were flowing at him sideways through the air

Incapacitating and disorientating him, she aimed it at him without a care

The Tears of Satan bled him from the ear, mouth, nose and eyes

Before he stumbled and fell to his death from the swarm of her transparent flies

They couldn’t give him any of their guilt

And now he lay there dead in the silt

She marveled and reasoned Satan would never cry

And said so in the cold as she held his freshly plucked dry eye

And then placed it in her sack with a now larger hoard of gathered hollow fly

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God Bless Those Who Think

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Thomas Paul Murphy

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Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

You're Done They Said

“You’re Done They Said” 05 14 2010

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He died younger than he should have

As they bit at him for sustenance and vigor

God’s favorite children of young and old

And ones so pretty too, that made him cold

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Thomas Paul Murphy

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Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

The Compost Poem of Thomas Murphy 05 14 2010

The Compost Poem of Thomas Murphy

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Garbage dump tapped for gas rather than flared

When does it get clean?

When it breathes the air and sees the sun it is clean again

From what was and is no more

That which has been fermented and processed by the days of time

Covers fervent new life

The green plant growing in the ball joint of an old ladies car

Slippery mud slimy

Straw grasses reeds

Smelly leaves

Become the growing place of seeds

Layers of different rot

Which layers are best?

All the way lower are best!

They must be stirred to know!

The must be stirred uniform to have an equal grow

In nature stirred by wind

At center stirred by fork

Fervent green growth

Grows in mud that was

Good soaks of rain speed it up

I sat down to photograph a snake

The water brought it out of the grass and onto the path

My notepad gets wet and the process starts again

Ideas start on a new wet page

Old pages become compost

The nutrient slips away from it in this way

Fiber is left from the leaching decay

To form an undersoil like woven hay

That supports the new growth that’s on its way

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Thomas Paul Murphy

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Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

A compost poem a type of poem where there is a form of rebirth or growth that takes place out a formation of "compost".

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Dancing with Blue Eye's 05 12 2010

Dancing with Blue Eye’s 05 12 2010

When Nancy gets out her disco boots

I get stepping too

I get stepping too

Nancy won’t you dance with me

Nancy won’t you dance with me

The rhythm was moving her feet

And the two of us couldn’t be beat

Nancy won’t you dance with me

Nancy won’t you dance with me

When I find my other shoe

Nancy I’ll be dancing with you

Nancy won’t you dance with me

Nancy won’t you dance with me

She’s strutting and dipping at the knees

Doing her double step breeze

Nancy won’t you dance with me

Nancy won’t you dance with me

The music and our hearts pound together

As were dancing through the tangled disco hall weather

Nancy won’t you dance with me

Nancy won’t you dance with me

When Nancy gets out her disco boots

I get stepping too

I get stepping too

Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

BAR MISPHAT 05 12 2010

BAR MISPHAT 05 12 2010

Mistphat was only ten years old when they barred him from the birthday party

They said,

“Lets bar Mistphat.”

“Lets bar Mistphat.”

“From the birthday party.”

All twelve of his friends were there.

But for him today they didn’t care

They said, “Let’s bar the door.”

“On the kid who should be sick and poor.”

They said,

“Lets bar Mistphat.”

“Lets bar Mistphat.”

“From the birthday party.”

Misphat was only ten years old when they barred him from the birthday party

They said,

“Lets bar Mistphat.”

“Lets bar Mistphat.”

“From HIS birthday party.”

“They barred Misphat from his birthday party.”

“They barred Misphat from his birthday party.”

Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Time Lost



Time Lost 05 11 2010

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I got robbed of time

I realized this when I heard the chime

And did not receive a dime

From the thievery of the mime

And couldn’t prove the crime

When, I got robbed of time



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Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

Saturday, May 8, 2010

The Mother Mary Church Song

MOTHER MARY

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Mother Mary

Heave high those breasts

Perk out your chest

Refresh your pipes from the winds of the west

And give that church song your best

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Mother Mary

Heave high those breasts

Perk out your chest

Refresh your pipes from the winds of the west

And give that church song your best

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Thomas Paul Murphy

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Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

She Died Much Too Young

She Died Much Too Young 03 18 2010

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She died much too young

Her song it never sung

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She was always more than bold

Never did what told

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Always took our gold

Then gave us a scold

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She gave our soul a fold

Then it was gone and sold

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She died much too old

Left us with a case of mold

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Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

A Cabbers Car

A Cabbers Car 05 05 2010

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There’s an older lady at the bar

She came here in a cabbers car

A cabbers car

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She came from a far away home

Looking for the young men of Rome

The young men of Rome

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Late at night she sat and stared

To talk to her no one dared

No one dared?

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Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy

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