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
Saturday, May 22, 2010
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
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
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
Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy
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
Thomas Paul Murphy
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
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
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
She died much too young
Her song it never sung
She was always more than bold
Never did what told
Always took our gold
Then gave us a scold
She gave our soul a fold
Then it was gone and sold
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
She came from a far away home
Looking for the young men of Rome
The young men of Rome
Late at night she sat and stared
To talk to her no one dared
No one dared?
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