Murph Poems - Poems about Murph

...They were sitting thar leaning back in their chairs near the bar down at old Murphy's pub, when a tiny old man, with shillelagh in hand pushed open the door with his club. Not the front door, the......

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...A randy surfer from Malibu Crest Untied the bikini top off of Celest You’re my Betty let’s hang loose As he tried for her caboose She slapped his hand away from her breast Aloha Barney and ge......

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...(Taking headlines from October 1964, the poem revisits our shared experience ...) Monday 5: Fifty-Four East Germans Tunnel to Freedom Back then, it was not in doubt, (Richard Burton Tony Quin......

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...The Magic Of Dusky Meadows. Way down in Dusky Meadow, a small woodland on the edge of town. Where all the woodland critters would gather for miles around. There were rabbits, hares and hedgehogs......

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...Sweet morning sunshine -- Damn you how I despise this labor that lies ahead. The cousin of Grizzly Adams’ patiently waits with the ancient white pickup truck he ran me over with while I slep......

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...My dog Murph is what I call him sometimes, he answers to Murphy or Murph. He is so set in his ways, whenever he wants something, he comes over to me and stares at me,then he paws me on the hand ......

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