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I am black and I have the ability to glorify the King
I am great and in believing in him, I have authority over all things
I am the Father and Mother of past, present and future
Peacemakers, Educators, Scientists, Musicians, Scholars, Kings and Queens
I am John Love the sharpener inventor
I am Mae C. Jemison the astronaut
I am Martin Luther King the peacemaker
I am Toni Morrison a contemporary novelist.
I am Muhammad Ali the boxer
I am Wilma Rudolph the Olympic track and field champion
I am Tiger woods the golfer
I am Lucy Laney the educator.
I am Jack Johnson the heavyweight
I am Rosa Parks the segregation leader
I am Jesse Wilkins the physicist and mathematician
I am Serena Williams a tennis player.
I am Isaac Murphy the great through-bred jockey
I am Bessie Coleman the first licensed African American pilot
I am Chester Burnett the blues singer
I am Eleanor Holmes a politician and civil rights activist.
I am Thomas Dorsey the father of gospel music
I am Chadwick Boseman the famous Black Panther actor
I am Barack Obama the forty-four first
Black Afro-American president, we are the future.
We are the hope for the lost and forgotten generation.
I see her walking in front of my shop.
Wears a Miniskirt,
Worried face,
Skin and bones.
Asking for change.
I usually, ignore panhandlers.
That day, while looking for change.
I asked:
What’s your name?
Diana Murphy
Diana Mary?
How you know my middle Name?
Mary? it is a beautiful Name.
Only a few people call me by that name.
Her eyes full of water.
We had a small profound conversation.
then, I tell her that she is not alone.
She thanks me.
As she is leaving
I heard her saying:
“I’m not alone, I’m not alone...”
After, a few weeks.
I see her pass by the shop.
Hi, Diana Mary Murphy!
She looks at me in amazement and said:
How can you remember my name?
Do you know how many people I see daily?
Nobody cares about my name!
"Those are the little things"
I love you!
I love too, I reply.
then she goes away.
The story may continue…
"Those are the little things"
Form:
King Pleasure bebop jazz singer vocalese hipster/
a legend he was/
a master at writing lyrics to solos of jazz instrumentalists such as the lyrics to Charlie Parker's "Parker's Mood"/
His scat singing was genius along with improvising on melodies and his ability to use his voice as vocalese in bending the pitch of notes as an instrument/
man, this cat was way gone/
Pleasure's vocal dynamics was scat sing sorcery/
in the pocket to his jazz cool new hipster jazz talk/
his sax like phrasing on lyrics went to another level and beyond the great Eddie Jefferson/
now dig this you jazz boppers/
King Pleasure's big jazz hit was "Moody's Mood For Love" lyrics by Eddie Jefferson written to the sax solo on "I'm In The Mood For Love" by James Moody/
the mighty hipster King was a master at using vocal inflection on words slicing through the night and sung at the speed of light/
rhythms collide on his phrasing to the bebop lyrics to Gene Ammons " Hittin The Jug" was renamed by Pleasure as "Swan Blues"/
King Pleasure had a direct influence Mark Murphy, Al Jarreau, Jon Hendricks, and the Manhattan Transfer singing group/
look out people cuz at the time King Pleasure was steppin’ into a new jazz sound swingin' jazz vocalese with ease/
Pleasure was somethin' else man/
a jazz cat with a new perspective on jazz singing to the highest jazz power/
he was a new edition to the way he blew people’s minds
his lyrical light shined so bright/
he wasn't a throwback/
he was the new jack of word speak scat vocalese with ease/
improvising on the beat as his words wrapped around into a tapestry of sound/
every phrase a hip journey of Pleasure on King's treasure of jazzy notes speak/
in the realm of jazz his legacy profound/
King Pleasure knows no bound
Tony Adamo
Say What
[Verse 1]
Con tend to the consequences, no pretense,
Stepping up like a contender, ready to commence,
Dodging lenders, yeah, I am broke but have no shame,
Sneaking around the loop holes, some treat it like a game.
Holding tight to the gems, living free and rude,
Life is a twisted lesson, even if it is crude.
[Chorus]
Freedom isn’t free, but I am ready for the fight,
Nothing to prove, yet I stand in the light,
From the dirt to the heights, with my machete I make a path,
My name is G3, the Spaghetti Monster would laugh,
When I fall on my ass.
[Verse 2}
Cruella in this jungle, watch the rich folks pout,
Every challenge met like I am ready for a bout,
Fat stacks of courage, laid up high in my mind,
Sipping on Jonny Blue, leaving pain behind.
Cuddle buddy left me, but I still rise again,
With that V8 type of growl, I am my own best friend.
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Lessons, they were learned, through the storm and the strife
In this ed up two faced mirrored matches, I own my own life.
Confinement
The Monkey Jumped 0ff of My Mack
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Baby, baby!
I am almost fading,
Got a Dade Murphy “Zero Cool,”
Detention appointment after school,
I could crash and burn, yet, I just might learn, the twists and turns,
That people just want to seem to talk about, how I took another route...
I might walk the line sometimes,
Still, I do it even in my work-shirt, sarong, kilt, or skirt,
I am NOT Wayne but still NOT worthy,
I am NOT the only one that got left behind hurting,
What the heck am I even blurting? Maybe I am just nerdy,
Yet, there is NO need to worry,
I wore a cross but as a crossdresser it got stolen,
Wondering for who, what, why.... I am still holding...
To embolden, it is an embarrassment, who cares where our parents went,
This right here you are talking to, had to really vent, it is another stint,
NOT stunt, to be so blunt, take a hint, I fought, to share this and forsake God,
I will rot, but I sought you, from the very start, just brush it off, be tough, bluff, take your stuff,
Because after all it is just some art.
You have my heart.
Tom's Cat Tom
by Joan Donnelly Ellis (intended as a picture story book for children)
Some cats are really ugly and others are really cute, like mine, Bart. Bart can be bad though. He is sometimes up to no good. One day he ate my dad's goldfish. Bart likes goldfish. They don't like him back.
Wanna know something funny? My friend, Tom Murphy has a Tom Cat that he named Tom after himself. Tom gets bored a lot and so does his lazy cat, Tom. He just lies on the couch all day. At least that is what I first thought., that the cat was lazy, you know. Then I started to observe him more closely. After a week or so I realized the feline just pretends to be sleeping but he really doesn't close his eyes all the way shut. I think he is not as lazy as he makes out to be. Often it seems that the cat Tom is engaged in serious contemplation. He might be planning some mischief. Yes, Tom has something up his sleeve I decided and as soon as he's left alone in the house BAM! He'll be off getting into trouble . Last time he was left alone the Murphy's and I believe Tom terrorized San Quentin, the Parrot. We found a mess of Quent's feathers in his cage and on the floor below. Not only that but whenever the cat Tom was near Quent would make frightening noises. I told Tom, my friend , not his cat, that we ought to get those fellows from Forensic Files to do an investigation. Tom didn't like the idea much. Said he didn't think ruffling a few feathers was a serious crime.
I glanced at Quent who was curled up on the window seat and I swear he had a "Nice Try" smirk on his face as he glared back at me . In response, I
walked to the kitchen, and lifted Quent's Temptation Treats from the counter.
He jumped off the window seat and hurried to the kitchen. As he gazed lovingly at me with his bright green eyes, I stepped on the peddle of the trash can. When the lid opened I dumped the treats in and closed the lid. Some kids are really ugly and others are really cute. Since I'm a bird lover, I don't give a hoot.
Form:
His Karma ran over his Dogma
His dish ran away with the spoon
He wonders if Destiny's planning
To do away with him soon
He found out the hard way that Free Will
Comes with carrying charges and tax
That between the tenets and credos
There is little room for the facts
She was sure that the Gods had her number
That no matter which road she took
There stood this fellow named Murphy
Writing her name in some book
It seems she was never empowered
To challenge the powers that rule
She simply grew as she flowered
And challenged them all to a duel
9/14/2020
Free Will VS Destiny Poetry Contest
(Best read with this poem's theme music playing)
"BLACK SWAN THEORY"
Free Agent
Black Swan Theory
White Pearl rolling in
Some kind of Black Pearl World
Black Swan Theory
Decoded, Fragile Love Songs Broken in
Some Kind of Black Pearl World
Red Shoes Dance Home with the Witch-Way Girl
Decoded, Fragile Love Songs Broken in
Free Agents' Escape Dossier, you’re handed free tokens
Red Shoes Dance Home with the Witch-Way Girl
Vapid Vanilla Kisses, Black Marzipan my Villain's Secret Kisses Unfurl
Free Agents' Escape Dossier, you’re handed free tokens
Love’s Bullets melting Hot Ice Heart
Vapid Vanilla Kisses, Black Marzipan my Villain's Secret Kisses Unfurl
Diamond Hieroglyphics My Windows on Your World
(Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018)
"rara avis in terris nigroque simillima cygno"
"Subway"/Peter Murphy
https://youtu.be/iiUOUNubUW4
https://genius.com/Peter-murphy-subway-epilogue-lyrics
When I fall asleep then sometimes, I dream,
of those cowboys that didn’t take any guff.
When dastardly men rear their ugly heads,
they’d step up and say enough is enough.
But now the world has run out of heroes,
no one can teach us what we need to know.
Without Randolph and Roy, Audie and John,
all the bad guys are now running the show.
Now, the black hats are running the country,
they have pushed the gravy train off the track.
Let’s send in John Wayne or Audie Murphy,
or someone we can trust to put it back.
We need a good hero like Roy Rogers,
to come galloping over the green grass.
Someone like the Lone Ranger and Tonto,
who can kick all the bad guys in the ass.
We’re just a bit older than yesterday,
when people always gave more than they got.
Now the pan’s on the stove boiling away,
and we don’t have a spoon to stir the pot.
Nobody believes in doing good deeds,
unless you are willing to grease their palm.
One thing that I can say for sure my friends,
we’re in the storm that comes after the calm.
15 years bedridden, paralyzed from down,
met her school friend in a WhatsApp group.
Her friend couldn't bear her plight, gave her a book -
The Power of your subconscious mind written by Joseph Murphy
It had stories of how many had got cured
by unleashing the power of subconscious mind
She did not believe.
"All lies it is not possible", she said
"Follow what it says for my sake.
It will not harm you if you try"
She did as the book told,
imagined she was up and running,
doing all her chores, enjoying.
Before she dozed off to sleep,
immediately after getting up
and throughout the day with conviction.
She imagined again and again
as if convincing the mind she was okay.
One day bell rang aloud,
her parents shouted from out,
"We forgot to take the key with us"
Suddenly fear gripped her,
she would now die a lonely death!
At that moment she got up,
walked toward the door and opened it.
She was glad to see her parents inside.
Her parents looked at her in amazement,
their joy was clearly evident.
Suddenly she realized she was cured!
Her exhilaration knew no bounds
She picked up the phone, called her friend
Told her all that happened, thanked her.
Her friend was happy for her.
After all that is what friends are for!
02.06.2021
Contest Name : He Gave Her A Book
Sponsor : Mystic Rose Rose
Note - The book mentioned above has real stories of how blind, paralytic and many other sick were cured by power of mind. It teaches how to harness the power of subconscious mind through positive affirmations. What you think happens. It is worth reading.
Written: February 24, 2025 For Brian Strand Contest
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A lifetime swings good, bad, and back
Toil shows us what we lack.
Brave lessons learned
hard earned,
grasped by
how high we fly,
determined by the will
to work, whatever sweat we spill.
Note: Pendulum is an invented verse form with graduated line lengths. Etta J Murphy created it and it first appeared in Calkins' Haiku Highlights (July-August 1970). The Pendulum is an 8-line poem with a syllable count of 8/6/4/2/2/4/6/8.
Rhyme scheme: aabbccdd.