Murray Poems - Poems about Murray

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...

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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...

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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...

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Win ‘The Trip’ Murray Some wish the life of stewardess; Win Murray was the ‘trip,’ more than a plane or ship at sea, with stops not on a map, a riptide ocean surf conceals ’til shore’s long past earth’s curve. More than great food a hostess serves, Win’s dish a friend takes home, fond memories, if substance lost, as guests...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Estella Murray 1891-1912 Johnny’s was the last face I saw that April afternoon in 1912. I admit I was mean to him, As mean as a starving she-dog in heat. It’s not that I did not appreciate The blooming rosebud he presented to me Six months before my untimely demise. But that thorn hidden beneath it, Could it not have been removed beforehand? It’s...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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