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Josehf Murchison Poem
Halloween
Beneath the moon and the stars so bright,
hideous creatures born of the night.
Their screams of horror and wailing fear,
for we are coming and we are here.
These fleeting spirits take dark winged flight,
calling to the heavens spreading fright.
They are ghosts, goblins, banshees, and more,
hordes will come and pound upon your door.
And if you dare to open it wide,
welcome these spirits to step inside.
With bags held open each girl and boy,
chime trick or treat with smiles filled with joy.
All hallows eve has come it is hear,
with children laughing and children’s cheer.
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Copyright © Josehf Murchison | Year Posted 2023
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Josehf Murchison Poem
I Hit Your Car
I hit your car in the parking lot.
I was there and you were not.
So I write this note as the people watch,
and my licence plate they will botch.
And now this driver he must go.
I don’t want to be here when you show.
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Copyright © Josehf Murchison | Year Posted 2023
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Josehf Murchison Poem
Footsteps in the Snow
In the cold grip of winter’s night it is the season of nature’s rest. All is not at peace in this time of rest for the forest. All does not sleep.
The call of the Raven can be heard in the distance, as it echoes off the mountains to the forest below. Black capped chickadees and Titmice can be heard playing in the evergreens. Sparkling gossamer snowflakes drift down from the heavens to the forest floor. Silently falling upon the trees and carpet of leaves at my feet to turn the forest white. Shimmering in the sun’s light as if enchanted by the frost the forest comes to life. With gleaming crystals of ice the forest appears to animate in the suns embrace.
Without a breeze in the air the only sounds to be heard are my footsteps and the calls of birds. With the crunch of each step to keep me company, I walk along the path through the trees. Night approaches and the forest grows silent. Gone are the calls of the forests winter residents. All I hear are my footsteps in the snow as I walk. The life giving sun now below the horizon and no moon to light my way. I set light a torch to see the path. In the dark the forest becomes a place of foreboding. The trees stand to the side like tombstones in a graveyard at night. The light from my torch dances in the dark to create ominous shadows on the path. Like demons in the night they hide behind trees from the only witness to their presence.
In the dark the snow keeps falling in and out of my torchlight. The moon and the stars hidden from my eyes in the night sky, I cannot track my progress. The path grows deeper with each step I take my destination farther in the night. I keep on walking through the cold and dark night hoping to see my destination. Wanting with each step to see the break in the trees that mark the open field to my home. I keep walking as if an eternity is passing searching for my destination. The snow crunching under my weight with each step. A dark foreboding chill runs down my spine. I look behind me and in the torchlight all I can see is footsteps in the snow.
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Copyright © Josehf Murchison | Year Posted 2023
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Josehf Murchison Poem
I Love You
I sit and I listen, to the wind whistle by.
Looking at the light, from the moon in the sky.
I hear the crickets calling, to the stares in the heavens above.
One look into your eyes, I know I am in love.
I kiss you very gently, and hold you in my arms.
Vibrant is your beauty; I love you and your charms.
I walk across the world, with you near my heart.
Even wild horses, could not tear our love apart.
In the morning’s light, we walk along the bay.
You feel the waves lapping, and see the waters spray.
I hold your hand gently, and pull you close to me.
Our love it is growing, for all that dare to see.
I wed you in the morrow, I give you true loves kiss.
United we are happy, and will never be remiss.
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Copyright © Josehf Murchison | Year Posted 2023
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Happy Birthday Anne
Throughout the years, you’re in my heart.
I dread the times we are apart.
I hope this is just the start.
Happy birthday to you.
My Sweetheart
Love Joey
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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Josehf Murchison Poem
The Lynching
Oh how it is, to be an oak tree,
one time a nut and now mighty.
One time blooming in the bright sunlight,
now it is tarnished by winter’s blight.
So hideous and putrid the acts of man,
even the vultures dare not perch near the stand.
For a simple man hangs up in the tree,
from a rope laid over a bow and tied tightly.
He was once a boy filled with laughter and cheer,
when as a boy he played here.
The boy loved swinging from the mighty oak tree;
with all the other children, they played with glee.
Long after the sun set for the night,
the stars came out to dazzle so bright.
The boy would sleep beneath that tree,
under the havens and dream of glee.
A child forever he dreamed at night,
of a potential future that shone so bright.
However, the children that played so near,
he loved so much and loved so dear.
Like flowers in a vase of vinegar and spite,
closed their petals in anger and blight.
As the seasons passed and the leaves on the ground,
the children stopped playing and coming around.
They became fewer and fewer to see,
until the only ones left were he and the tree.
Many years later they returned to the stand,
an angry mob with weapons in hand.
Dressed in sheets all of white,
they prowl the stand in the night.
They are hunting for an innocent man,
to play a game of hate in the stand.
A simple man hangs in the tree,
if only the tree had a voice like me.
To speak to the children of this tale,
so the next generation will not fail.
Oh how it is, to be an oak tree,
one time a nut and now mighty.
One time blooming in the bright sunlight,
now it is tarnished by winter’s blight.
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Copyright © Josehf Murchison | Year Posted 2023
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Potential
I have the Power to make the world a better place.
I have the Opportunity to make someone’s day bright.
I have the Time to make my love happy.
I have the Energy to make a difference.
I have the Nobility to make the downtrodden proud.
I have the Tolerance to make the unlovable loved.
I have the Intelligence to make others see.
I have the Ability to make angels come true.
I have the Love to make our father in heaven shine.
I have the POTENTIAL to make good and not evil.
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Copyright © Josehf Murchison | Year Posted 2023
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A Child’s Prayer
Beneath the covers he did lie.
With his head covered he did cry.
He begged the lord to let him die.
As tears would fall from his eye.
God please, please kill me this very night.
Please free me from this pain and terrible fright.
Please free me from this terror, anguish and sorrow.
Before I have to face tomorrow.
The lord did not answer a child’s prayer.
He grew up believing no one did care.
Now he has an angry stare.
As there is a monster standing there.
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Copyright © Josehf Murchison | Year Posted 2023
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Summer in the Park
Under the sky the lovers know.
Long gone the cold of winters snow.
The children’s laughter is so gay.
In the sun they sing and play.
On a summer breeze, the flowers blow.
Beneath the sun they spread and grow.
And in the park they spend the day.
Warm breezes chase their cares away.
On the beach they lie in the sun.
And splash in the water just for fun.
Scantly clad they spend the day.
As the hours while away.
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Copyright © Josehf Murchison | Year Posted 2023
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The Curse of the Faceless Woman
Lost in time, this story is told, about a woman, dark and bold.
She walks the streets on a foggy night, with a hood on her head to hide from sight.
Her story starts one summer’s eve, beside the lake an evil deed.
A thief stole her daughter’s life, and filled her soul with pain and strife.
On a moonlit night along the shore, two young lovers walked and more.
In each other’s arms that night, they talked of love and held on tight.
In the morning they were found, their hands and feet with rope were bound.
Eyes wide open a vacant stare, their souls are gone and no one’s there.
The police did search for the one, an evil deed to be undone.
In vain, they search to no avail, their efforts weak, lost, and pale.
A mother’s heart broken and splayed, a debt to justice went unpaid.
She walked the streets at night alone, to make the sinners pay and atone.
She searched the shores by day and night, a vain attempt to make things right.
And then one early morning dawn, she was found her spirit gone.
On foggy night’s times untold, she walks the streets dark and bold.
She only walks the streets at night, within the fog to hide her flight.
All clad in black she walks alone, an evil soul she’ll make atone.
She walks among the star-less night, sometimes seen beneath the bright streetlight.
All children know to be aware, least they see her standing there.
They hurry home at the approach of night, sure that they would die at her sight.
So in the night if you should see, a woman in black, listen to me.
Look not at her face I say, or with your soul you shall pay.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Copyright © Josehf Murchison | Year Posted 2023
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