Short Murray Poems
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'BOUT SAYS IT ALL..AND HE NEVER EVEN
WORKED TO EARN THE TITLE..Watt another
TWOT..' And don't say you were not warned.'
An energetic farmer called Murray
Had a struggle to clean out the slurry
The pipe would block
By a big stone or a small rock
That’s why he was always in a hurry
Train Wreck Happened
Train wreck happened near an Army fort;
Always secure and gave medical support;
Also Camp Murray,
Who by did hurry;
Missions are accomplished and not abort.
Jim Horn
R-ise
O-f
B-eacon
E-rases
R-aindrops
T-o
M-ake
U-nlimited
R-adiant
R-ays
A-s
Y-ou
S-ee
M-ist
I-s
T-otally
H-indered
Topic: Poet (Robert Murray Smith)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Karla the kickback kindred kinesthetic witch from Kickapoo County
Ran back to Rustic Ranch when she kicked out Murray the Mountie.
The way she was running, we thought there might be a bounty.
She has a wildly weird wonderful reputation here in Kickapoo County.
Rapping music is a crack
In my behind where the wind blows
Country is all I know
Rock makes me want to hit my toes
Easylisten is where my mind lets loose
Rap makes me break wind like a goose
Music is for the soul to relax
After rap my body is like a shaking shack
By Curtis Ray Murray
Written by Gail DeBole on May 18, 2009
There once was a fella named Murray
Who lived his life in a flurry.
When the grim reaper stopped by
Murry refused to die
Saying, "I have a
Meeting at 10:30."
Note: Illustrated in Coloring within the Limericks available on Amazon.com and other retail websites.
Goody Goody Gum drops,
It was an expression of delight
When children saw this treat
Their eyes lit up like stars at night
The inventor Murray Taylor
Concocted this ice cream treat
That was bubble gum flavoured ice cream
Filled with gum drops. What a treat.
Over the years, Goody Gumdrops lost its favour,
But the expression Goody Goody Gumdrops
It is an adage of delight for us all to still savour.
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
I hate my name,
I didn't choose it,
it may have meant something in the past,
until they abused it.
I hate the way it looks,
and the way it sounds,
every time I hear my name,
my head drops to the ground.
I hate the way it makes me feel,
so much anger inside,
Murray was the slave,
guess what that slave died!!!
I call myself Muzz,
this is me,
I've rid myself of that slave name,
for my own sanity.
M.Mahauariki © 2012
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
Alcoholism
In almost every family
Causes homes to break up
Causes children to worry,
Alcoholism
It will not happen to me
But sometimes it does
And it does it in a hurry
Alcoholism
The dreaded disease
Affects the whole family
And it does so in a fury
Alcoholism
Takes your body and mind
It has not killed you yet,
But it got your Uncle Murray
Alcoholism
Why take a chance?
Why take that first drink?
Your goals you want to bury?