Murray Poems

Murray the TWOT'

'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

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

Emagi Murray Whistle

Charles Murray 'THE WHISTLE'

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Mary Murray

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

Dusk On the Murray River

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

Win 'The Trip' Murray

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

Kai Murray

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

Heaven's Light: a Loving Memory of My Uncle, Paul Murray

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

Magic of Nature

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

By the Murray River

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

Murray Mist

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

Estella Murray 1891-1912

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

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

A Groundhog Named Bill Murray

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

Andy Murray Reigns Supreme

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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