Long Murray Poems
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Though small in size you stood strong' and wise
In your answer to him, of your intended demise!
And that of our fair state.' In our great land.'
For right here i recount of that old 'dingo dan'
He'd paid the blood money, he's bought a plot'
Oh how my blood boils.' And i can tolerate a lot.)
Its plain he had a dirty plan, to cottaging; that spot; on prime Murray river bank land'
Well it did not come good.' No not at all.!
For a true blue builder, rejected that call
He came like a demon..yet left like a cur.!
On that; may freedom loving Aussies all concur!
Keep shunning the dingo.' May mange be upon him'
I praise our publican, may all blessings be on him.!
The elected Democracy.
Is a democracy obsolete? we see it trampled on by Muslims demanding the Sharia law in our streets
Democracy in the Middle East bombs
the living daylight out of the Palestinians, this so their a democracy, can reign subprime and call all they steal, cry our right to defend ourselves
in the name of a democracy, that has become a cancerous ulcer oozing blood in Gaza
if you point out that bombs perched in the USA and
Germany has killed 43 thousand innocent people. they
point out October the 7th, and Hamas behaved in a way that is for Israel's army to do daily, unashamedly call that day a Holocaust.
Some writers insanely, like Douglas Murray, blame Hamas for operating among the people, it must, they can't be in the open, bombs falling on hospitals and schools are dropped by Israel, which 76 years ago got a land and started
a killing spree that has lasted until this day
The hundred hostages in Hamas's hands are still alive. but Israel doesn't care about them, one thinks, hopes Hams will kill them and show the world how terrible Hamas is
We in Europe and the USA witness the eradication of the Palestinians, wring our hands, use lame words, but otherwise, say nothing and go about our daily business talking
about Christmas, and we do not see the irony
therefore, let's stop using the bloodsoaked verb and call it a day of FREEDOM! from tyranny
In dancing, as experienced by my eyes,
I see figures of beauty and of grace,
in steps, choreographed or improvised,
moving rhythmically through space;
but, as I see others, I become aware
that others may set eyes on me as well,
another circumstance, altogether,
as they see a homely man without hair,
not an Arthur Murray clientele,
and much heavier than a feather.
Yet, by replacing sight with other senses,
I find it was my eyes that did impede,
with self-conscious, self-constructed fences,
but now, my joyous spirit has been freed,
and I can connect, engage, and hear,
as my body, merges with the sound
of the rhythm and the melody,
and my feet, my heart, my soul, my ear,
lose themselves as I twirl madly round -
thankful that I can no longer see.
Works, Compositions,Artist, Musicains and business minded people. Sceince and math of music
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Fela Sowande, J.H. Kwabena Nketia, Akin Euba, and contemporary artists like Noura Mint Seymali and Ayub OgadaR. Murray Schafer, Violet Archer, John Weinzweig, and modern, highly recognized names like Howard Shore, David Foster, and Alexina Louie.Leo Brouwer, acclaimed pianist Ernesto Lecuona, and innovators like Amadeo Roldán. Other major composers include Tania León, Alejandro García Caturla, and Juan BlancoHeitor Villa-Lobos, renowned for combining native elements with European techniques, Antônio Carlos Jobim, a founder of Bossa Nova, and classical pioneers like Chiquinha
Composers appear coursey of Albumio Musica
a Crescendo Music Company.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
Happy birthday to a lovely lady called Jan
Who's a poet from The Isle of Man
So please raise your glass
To a very nice lass
Burn (s) the candle at both ends while you can.
Have a great birthday Jan and enjoy Burns night, I've done you a few limericks, sorry I didn't have time to wrap them.
MABEL.
There was a thirty stone woman called Mabel
Who liked to pole dance on her table
She heard a loud crack
Fell off broke her back
Now cannot get up she's not able.
MEG
There was an old woman called Meg
Had woodworm in her wooden leg
The leg gave way
She started to sway
And hopped to the shop for a new peg.
MATT.
There was an old man called Matt
Who lived on the tenth floor with his cat
The cat chased a ball
Out the window did fall
Matt heard a meow then a splat.
MURRAY.
There was a young fellow called Murray
Went out with his friends for a curry
The curry was off
He started to cough
Ran off to the loo in a hurry.
NELL.
There was a young nurse called Nell
Who was carrying a potty and she fell
It went up in the air
And all over her hair
Now they avoid her because of the smell
FARMER.
There was an old farmer from Surrey
Who was always running around in a hurry
Got startled by a bell
Tripped over and fell
And ended up face down in some slurry.
FRED.
There was an old man called Fred
Who spent most of the day in bed
He lit up a smoke
And started to choke
Couldn't breath now he is dead.
BUTCHER PETE
In the vault below lies the mince, of butcher Pete
Got dragged into a meat processor by the soles of his feet.
RADIOACTIVE SCUM
The Russian soldiers who stormed Chernobyl, are buried in lead coffins below.
And in the dark of night you can see, their radioactive glow.
FARMER MURRAY
Here lies the 'aromatic' remains of the farmer Sid Murray
Missed his footing and drowned in a vat of cow slurry.
PUTIN
At his victory parade in Red Square Putin, had a fatal heart attack
And the inscription on his headstone reads, Karma will always get you back.
MANUEL
Below are buried the pieces of Manuel from Havana
Went swimming and got eaten by a shoal of piranha.
SID
A bookcase containing books about the paranormal and death
Toppled over onto Sid the librarian, and they haven't found his body yet.
JIM
Jim the electric clock maker got electrocuted and died.
It seems that for poor Jim, time was not on his side.
BROWN BREAD ED
Baker Ed fell into his hot oven, and was baked with the dough
And all the mourners were given, a slice as a memento.
LION TAMER FRED
In this vault lies the headless body of lion tamer Fred
Who stumbled onto a lions mouth and who then bit off his head.
ARCHIBALD DE WITT
The world famous conductor Sir Archibald De Witt
Was hit with the arm of a trombone and fell dead in the pit.
Written 27th April 2022.
*Image of Betty White by Pinterest.
Betty White RIP
Alas!
She Passed,
Betty,
Firstly,
Then White,
Finite,
Icon,
Like On,
TV,
Marquee,
AM,
FM,
Invest,
Her Best,
Female,
Prevail,
Guinness,
Booked As,
Premiere,
Career,
Shadows,
Gameshows,
Mary,
Murray,
Ted And,
Sue Ann,
High-Strung,
Sharp-Tongue,
Antics,
Frantics,
Leaven,
Seven,
Golden,
Stolen,
Bea, Rue,
Stan Too,
Miles And,
Nylund,
Fourth Gal,
Estelle,
Neighbor,
Failure,
Drop Dead,
She Did,
Gun Shot,
In Shock,
Hearts Race,
Shot Vase,
Herring,
War Scene,
Rose Tell,
Naught Well,
Funny,
Zany,
Skip Skit,
Lost It,
Girls Said,
And Begged,
Show Say,
No Way,
Were Told,
Too Gold,
Kitchen,
Sit Scene,
Bea's Chair,
Centered,
Her Face,
Priceless,
Patience,
Listens,
Blanche's,
Sex Phase,
Estelle's,
Regales,
Rose Talks,
Olaf's,
Both Shows,
Few Knows,
Actress,
Eldest,
Blonde Dyes,
Blue Hides,
Kids None,
Stepmom,
Ludden's,
Children,
(Alan Ludden's first marriage)
*RIP Betty White*
Betty White suffered a stroke six days earlier before dying in her sleep at her Brentwood, CA., home from cerebrovascular disease, (01/17/1922-12/31/2021) at 99.
2022 February 13
*1st Place*
A Strand (1073)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 February 14
I cried a tear, you wiped it away I was confused, you cleared my mind I sold my soul, you bought it back for me And sustained me and gave me dignity Somehow, you needed me [Both] You gave me the strength to be alone again To face the world on my own again You placed me high up on a pedestal So high I could almost see eternity You needed me, you needed me [Bridge: Anne Murray, Shania Twain & Both] And I can't believe it's you, I can't believe it's true I needed you and you were there Mmm, and I will never leave, why should I leave? I would be a fool For I finally found someone who truly cares You held my hand when it was cold When I was lost, you brought me home You gave me hope when I was at the end And turned my lies back into truth You even called me a friend
“When we pray for the Spirit’s help...we will simply fall down at the Lord’s feet in our weakness. There we will find the victory and power that comes with his love”
Andrew Murray
WINGS FOR FEET
imagined he’d be strong with wings for feet.
he climbed the wall. . . unstrung his ankle hit.
the weep sustained — a shattered soul retreat.
(((a-ha))) the shriek of demons force feed fit.
the drool of woes, destined for thievery,
addicted to the pain and its killers.
it’s vain to float the thought ‘recovery,’
the slain, groomed black and blue with cruel chillers.
the teenager becomes a man, deep-drained.
he’s been to court. . . rehab and lost all hope.
((sad eyes)) look down. . . his up — at cross sustained.
the wings of ((good)) will carry him sans dope.
abstain from grip — unstrung from evil trip.
Adidas feet — the zephyr sweet - unbound.
his six pack abs confer he took a sip
of Living Water’s cup. was lost - now found.*
8/6/2019
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
The required words are in bold.
*Amazing Grace by John Newton
** My poem, Wings For Feet based on true story. It is not the perfect walk one has before God but the habit of walking with Him. God doesn’t turn his back on you when you choose him but changes you day by day as you are covered in the righteousness of His son Jesus Christ.
Brackets put around certain words for emphasis/emotion.
Inspired by Joseph Mays Limerick 11 contest
and a bonus one.
NOT FOR CONTEST
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A randy old dentist called Keith
Drugged patients and played with their feet
Sucked the toe of a marine
Who then woke up looking mean
Now poor Keith no longer has teeth .
A dashing lawyer who was good at his job
But was only because of his big gob
He got a man ten years
Then he broke down in tears
He found out he was the head of the mob.
There was once a barber from Zaire
Who in life just didn't give a care
In his chair a man sat
Knocked him out with a bat
Stripped him off and shaved off all his hair .
A doctor who was always in a hurry
Got called out to a farm for Mrs Murray
She was pale and quite ill
So he gave her a pill
Then rushed off and fell face down in cows slurry.
There was once a mean sponsor called X
He decided soup members he'd vex
Gave them all an N/A
They cried out in dismay
He was sent via soupmail a hex.
Written on 9th January 2019.