'BOUT SAYS IT ALL..AND HE NEVER EVEN
WORKED TO EARN THE TITLE..Watt another
TWOT..' And don't say you were not warned.'
Douglas Murray
On various YouTube programs
I have taken an interest in his opinions
about Islam in Europe, and I share
his pessimistic opinions
He is a person of great interest
always well groomed
it appears he spends most of his
time in various hotel rooms, preferable
near a mirror, adjusting his tie
His vanity is amusing
Regarding his view of the Gaza debacle
I fear his dislike (hatred) of Islam
leads him astray by talking about
the October 7/10 atrocities, yet fail
to address the 42 thousand civilians
killed by Israeli bombs, which
he, no doubt, blames Hamas
As a debater, he is superb
his intelligence
of highest quality
I also find his half-smile when delivering
a verbal retort, endearing
I look forward to reading his books
Charles Murray 'THE WHISTLE'
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mary murray would smile at me
as we took a drink or two or three
sometimes maybe we’d just touch hands
we were only friends you understand
she had her loves and I had mine as well
sometimes we’d both giggle but never tell
often we’d sit there in brian’s bar us two
when we both had nothing better to do
and we would talk and all the while
I would look at mary’s smile
and sometimes ache inside deep
and think of her when I couldn’t sleep
we decided to be .together one night
but it somehow didn’t seem quite right
we had one kiss then laughter started
and mutually we quickly parted
a quick embrace then mary I think
said lets get to .brians’s for a drink
its forty years since that day
I watched mary murray drive away
our course had come to an end
both said see you soon old friend
it wasn’t to be and I regret so much
that mary and me just lost touch
I think I have total recall
still think fondly of them all
mick wilf bill titch and paddy
and the smile of mary murray
mary murray would smile at me
as we took a drink or two or three
we were only friends you understand
sometimes maybe we’d just touch hands
Dusk On the Murray River
A crimson red blanket hangs over the river, shrouding its steep muddy banks.
This is dusk on the Murray River, the Mississippi of this great land.
Fifteen hundred miles of slow-flowing water linking state to state and ocean to mountain.
What secrets do your Cod and Trout hide as they navigate your murky waters?
Night arrives quickly here in Echuca.
Dusk is brief at this place which means meeting of the waters.
Overhead Sulphur Crested Cockatoos gather in their masses, screeching their way into my thoughts as they swoop around me.
Darkness falls
I want to stay out as late as possible, delaying my return to a budget hotel with a kicked-in door.
My room in the Caledonian hotel is one of the worst places I have ever laid my head.
The grubby stained carpet is as brown as the river.
Unease comes over me as I try to settle on a lumpy bed.
Sleep will not come
I feel unsafe looking at the kicked-in door.
The sound of the birds fills my head.
Kai Murray
All the colors, red and blue,
All of them remind us of you.
You who left our hearts to simmer,
You who faded out and made us dimmer.
Why would you abandon this house you built?
This house that is now filled with guilt.
Oh, how we wish we could turn back time.
Oh how we want to make your smile shine.
You left us with just a note,
Which lift us without a hope.
Why would you not let us help?
Did you think we wouldn’t care how you felt?
Don’t you know?
We loved you so.
We were here for you.
But now you’re gone, and we don’t know what to do.
Heaven’s light shines brighter today
And its gates are opened extra wide
They’re preparing for another angel
To be seated by God’s side.
The trumpets blow louder
And the angel’s voices ring higher
Our hearts grow ever heavier as
Your final day with us grows nigher.
Over the years we’ve watched
As you’ve done the Lord’s work
It’ll be hard to let you go
As you ascend to Heaven from earth.
We all have our memories to share
Of you no matter where we are
Ones I remember most are the diner,
Your hats and of your cigars.
Heaven has prepared a place for you
Your job is finally done
You’ve secured the ultimate victory
Your race has been won.
We’ll share your pictures and stories
With the little ones as they come up
To give them a piece of our history
As life without you adjusts.
Heaven’s light shines brighter today
And has increased in its wealth
When God told his angels
“I’ve got this one”,
And took your hand Himself.
We’ll all miss you dearly.
Knowing this isn’t truly the end
We’ll get to see you our beloved
Uncle, Dad, brother and grandfather
One day again.
Rest easy now.
4/25/19
The dust of the deserts,
the dry air, the dry heat
a dust storm approaches
as we run like cockroaches.
The scene is golden
no green in sight,
some might call this a delight.
our farmers in a drought,
but they work, no less,
without a plenty of food
YES, we stress.
We sit on the couch
to have a beer,
turn on the news,
there's plenty to hear.
The Murray River
big and brown
surrounded by gumtrees
like a crown.
We camp
we fish
we ski,
there is always plenty to see.
We awake to a sunrise
t begin a new day
the decision is yours,
where would you like to be?
By the Murray
is far from
By the lake
The Murray
has its own sound
as it meanders
across gravel runs
billabongs
bends galore
tonight will be cold
so the fire is prepped
7 sheets of crumpled
newspaper, splinters of pine
dry eucalyptus leaves
twigs and small branched
neatly piled
the cod are rising
at dusk
gently taking insects
from the surface
By the lake
would be
no sound
at all
Beneath the mist
current moves fish, ducks
the future ticks, taking them
whatever, to who knows where
but we are from beyond all that
beneath the mist
the originals swim, drown
not their sorrows, but die
bridge builders watch ducks
paddle upstream
joke about sperm
psychological
whales?
not up this far
beneath the mist
every morning I wake at the same time
but this time of year every morning is earlier
so I wake further up river all the time
beneath the mist I am up so early now
that I see myself pass by
the fish, ducks, the river of life
all flow before me - in an instant
beneath the mist
of the mighty Murray.
I have a new pet guinea pig
He's cute and brown and furry.
I winked at him, he squeaked at me,
I think I'll call him Murray.
He likes to sit upon my legs
While I stroke his head.
We played a game of hide and seek
Under the covers of my bed.
He likes to run around my room,
I have to shut the door.
And then I have to pick up poop
That he leaves all over the floor.
I feed him carrots and apples
And pellets from the store.
And whenever I give him a special treat
He squeals and squeals for more.
We play out in my sandbox,
My guinea pig and me.
I give him dandelions and grass to eat
Under the shade of the old oak tree.
When I'm feeling lonely
Or when I'm feeling blah,
I just go and talk to Murray
And pet his furry paw.
there are days when fresh air and calgon just can't take you away
there are times when you just have to take it all like a grown up
there are days when you wanna be big ole baby and just clench yourself to the covers
there are instances when you wanna use the alarm as your punching bag
in a dream, the last day of your last day has come to fruition
in a dream, the new beginning that you have prayed for endlessly is now a reality
in a dream, the lottery has rung the doorbell of your life and set you free
in a dream, you finally get that class A and plan your road trip out
then you wake up, and the same scenery drives you crazy again
then you wake up, and you remember that you need to ride to work starting today
then you wake up, and little riley has ballet class and little joseph is in a play
then you wake up, and you remember to give God Thanks and Praise for another day of life to do it all
Remember the 7th of July
2013 is the year
the hero of Scotland
was in his top gear
Tennis is his ace game
Wimbledon was his target
the final test was at hand
Novak Djokovic was all set
But Mr Murray raised his game
overcoming all that came his way
his opponent fought very hard
but Andy boy won the day
Now Scotland have a king
what a racket he does bring
in our eyes we have a gleam
arise Andy Murray supreme
poetgord@2013
The word I hate, the most detested of all,
makes me so angry by blood starts to boil.
A word chosen for recognition alone,
the making of a slave to keep me at home. .
It reminds of a time when life was full of fear,
too small to defend myself, nobody cared.
To hear this word meant only one thing,
times ticked down for another hiding.
A trapped little child with nowhere to run,
hardly ever allowed to have any real fun.
This word made me want to never be the same,
a frightened little child scared of my own name.
I know how a woman can genuinely love
I have known a woman's love
And none compared to love you gave
For all your life you gave him everything
And as you gave there was nothing more
For there was only one you to give.
How beautiful you laughed then,
And I ws happier to call you friend.
And all your life you waited for him
To give but a fraction frail of what you gave
And you said it all to me
And I seeing all for myself told him,
But he was too popular to believe, and then
After he died. We were left suddenly alone
I wished I could atone for him
But you in silence endured loneliness well
For no one in the crowd knew your heart
The way you endured the disease of body
With stoic grace alone you fell apart
You carried the lethal child with Christian dignity
You were so young then but long to go. Now it is I
Left alone to ponder, why did I not find
Love like that in my preference for the polished kind?
The love of pleasure is our first blind;
You kept truth hidden in the agony of your mind.
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