Darkness
Without the darkness, we would not know the light.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Rose
You don’t pull the petals of a rose to make it bloom.
Perfection should never be forced.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
In God’s eye are the tears of man’s creation.
In God’s eye are the fears of man’s creation.
In God’s eye are the sorrows of man’s creation.
In God’s eye are the pains of man’s creation.
In God’s eye are the deaths of man’s creation.
In God’s eye are the hopes of man’s creation.
In God’s eye are the joys of man’s creation.
In God’s eye are the future of man’s creation.
In God’s eye are the angels here on this earth.
In God’s eye is man.
If television is chewing gum for the eyes,
as this architect would have us think,
can you walk and chew gum at the same time
or would it put your TV on the blink?
But what if radio is bubble gum for the ears,
as is my personal perception,
would you be forever blowing big ones
or would it interfere with the reception?
Pittance
Nary a pound a penny a pittance not.
Many a scoundrel will take what you've got.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Squirrel
My friends are such a squirrelly bunch,
they like to eat nuts for lunch.
And when you think they are done,
they eat some seeds just for fun.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Profit
Weather a penny or it is a pound,
a profit’s a profit when it is found.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
See No Evil
You cannot change any mind,
of those that choose to be blind.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Yeah Right
If poetry is so easy to write,
drop a Choka, tercet, or a quatrain slight.
So remember the rules and keep things tight,
let’s see how easy it is to get right.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Love
Love and friendship is,
one soul within two bodies,
hearts that beat as one.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
The Day the Earth Shook
Today a place called Haiti,
weighs heavy on my mind.
A small island Country State,
where life has been unkind.
With little shanty houses,
no food to feed the young.
War and unrest through the years,
a trap to be unstrung.
A seven-point earthquake struck,
it rattled this small place.
Shook it to the very core,
it did not miss a trace.
Children died in the rumble,
the death toll yet unknown.
Please pray for the little ones,
and mercy to be shown.
Let's bring them food and water,
so swiftly to their aid.
And call out to survivors,
so they won’t be afraid.
Offer our hands in friendship,
to aid them in their plight.
Hope in the wake of sorrow,
and light to their dark night.
I think God says unto us,
we know what we must do.
When we open up our hearts,
it shows us what is true.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Rabbit
In the dark she steps,
in the footsteps from before.
Silently she eats.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Succubus
Deep inside a quaint little town,
within the night she moves around.
An innocent she seeks to kiss,
a wanting soul that won’t be miss.
Alone in one room she has found,
a sweet young man that lay unbound.
She lay beside him in his bed,
she kissed him softly on the head.
Within his dreams a misty shape,
pass through the wall he sees his Kate.
Only a dream this sight can be,
the love I lost comes back to me.
Her lips so sweet like cherry pie,
why is she gone, why did she die.
But in his dreams she’s laying there,
within his arms he strokes her hair.
And now she knows that she can be,
the love he lost, the dream he sees.
For in her form, she fills her lust,
within his eyes, the love he trusts.
She kisses him, upon his chest,
then moves below his beating breast.
Within her arms she feels him rise,
and then she takes him deep inside.
And when he gives her his man seed,
what’s left of him she has no need.
So, in the night she drifts away,
to plant her seed another day.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Monkey Flings Poo
Monkey
Flings
Poo
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Question
Better to be a fool for a moment,
than one to remain a fool forever.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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