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Yowsabouts 10 29 2011

Yowsabouts 10 29 2011

It was always to make me forget who Yowsabouts was.  A distraction created her and there, by the same character troupes.  Each character troupe seemed to have their own distinct grouping of members.  Yowsabouts had to be either mentally deficient, a prisoner to reform or an evil gang member being indoctrinated.  I do not know who all the Yowsabouts are and I never will.

All this distraction is designed so that you will forget who Yowsabouts is when and after you see them.

Yowsabouts never looked in good shape, though. Other than that I can’t remember much about Yowsabouts because of the distraction.  Other than to say Yowsabouts looked kind of forlorned or washed out.

If I saw through the distraction and looked directly at a Yowsabouts, it would grit its teeth and hiss at me. 

It would seem like this is Yowsabouts Indian brave indoctrination into manhood, but not by spearing a bear, but to be shown to me and stand its ground.  It would also seem like Yowsabouts have been prepared for their viewing of me with a quiver full of insults and personal attacks that sometimes accompany Yowsabouts gritting teeth and hissing.

It is always like a dance of roller skating nuns when Yowsabouts briefly appears.  Yowsabouts will look at you from around a corner as you are doing something.   Sometimes Yowsabouts wear a hooded sweatshirt so you cannot look at for too long; they can turn and hide their face in the shadow of their hood.  As if it is done to see that I don’t remember what Yowsabouts looks like.  I was being shown to Yowsabouts in person, but with no formal introduction other than Yowsabouts gritting its teeth and hissing at me. Next time I see a Yowsabouts I will take their picture!  But when I think to take a picture of Yowsabouts the rooms clear and Yowsabouts is nowhere to be found.  It has been transported back to where it came from, by the character troupe.

I've got it! I will point at Yowsabouts when I first see a Yowsabouts and before Yowsabouts is able to disapear I will say, "Yowsabouts!"

 Thomas Paul Murphy

Copyright 2011 Thomas Paul Murphy

Originally published on 10 29 2011 at: www.themilwaukeeandwisconsinnews.blogspot.com

What the Beatnik Caught

“What the Beatnik Caught”



A new free verse poetry recording of mine will be available online soon. 55 minute’s for 99 cents. That is right 55 minutes of Beatnik Free Verse Poetry for less than one dollar. It is titled “What the Beatnik Caught.” It starts to get real good ten minutes into it.

What it is, is a word frequency analysis of a novel that I wrote.  And that means that the words that I read in this start from most written in the novel to least used in the novel.  I started to read the hiearchy of words as sentences of poetry.  And it does indeed turn into what amounts to free verse poetry.

A word frequency analysis boils down the novel to all the words written in it in frequency of use and is useful to determine if there are mispelled words in a novel and as well as words or proper names you might like to change to something better.


If you have a literary mind that seeks to make sense out of the world you might like this.

You can purchase it on CD Baby under the search term "What the Beatnik Caught" by clicking link below.

http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/thomaspaulmurphy2


 Thomas Paul Murphy





Thomas Paul Murphy

Copyright 2011 Thomas Paul Murphy

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

~

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

~

Glances a second to meaningful meets

~

Lights and sound from rumbling tires

Hearts of stone or burning fires?

~

Drives the wheel with knees

His words flowed with ease

Where should one say please?

~

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

~

Uptight

I don’t like your fight

~

Uptight

You know I’m right

~

Uptight

I think you’re out of sight

~

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Uptight

You’ve been up all night

~

Uptight

I don’t like your fight

~

Uptight

I know you’re right

~

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

~

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

~

As I then approach

Bounding away sounds are heard

~

Brown fur then bounces up and down and away

Did my forest friends lead me to them?

Hoofs trod louder as rocks are trampled

~

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

~

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