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Joe Murphy Poem
Curved coconut tree
holds a ballerina pose
worthy of applause
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You feel them more that see
them
They inhabit the great divide
Trapped in a parallel nightmare
Of lost dreams and being
unemployed.
They eat in highway rest stops
Where food is fast and hot
Then hurriedly wash in
bathroom sinks
Ashamed of being caught.
At night they sleep on our
beaches
Wrapped in ragged dirty
shrouds
But they vaporize in the
morning
Unseen by vacationing crowds
These people are our neighbors
Regardless of address
Yet they walk unseen among
us
In exiled loneliness
Where do they fit in our
system
In this land of the brave and
the free
Walking ghosts in tattered
coats
They belong to you and me.
That means you and me the
people
They are our sisters and our
brothers
I read somewhere in an
ancient
book
Do unto me as you would to
others.
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When the light at the end of the tunnel
Is really an oncoming train
Reconsider the options before you
When moving forward is simply insane.
Take a look at the hand you've been dealt
Only fools believe life's truly fair
So follow your heart where it leads you
With your own sense of venture and flair.
When the cards are all laid on the table
You're left naked with nothing to hide
In reality no one is watching
It's just you and you're own sense of pride
So stand up tall and be counted
Be true to what truly makes you
Life is too short to be worried
And that train has already passed through
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Hidden treasure waiting
Vibrant pink
Juices on my lips, nose, check
Nibble, inhale
Suck, swallow, savor
Enfold, engulf, enflame
A taste
A scent
A smile of sated satisfaction.
Forbidden fruit
So called
Because the danger of one taste
One touch
Grounds but gives us wings
A sense of times long past
In recessed rooms of teenage dreams of
What could be.
Could never be
No never
Not for me.
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Pause on the back swing
Let your hands follow your hips
To make the ball rip.
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Hash tag Mary Jane
The hackers just stole your name.
They know the name of your favorite pet.
The street you were born.
How your parents met.
Hash tag Mary Jane
You threw a bash but no one came.
Surrounded by friends in an empty room.
Dancing in a haloed blue haze swoon.
Computer overheating from overuse.
No one there to judge.
Hash tag Mary Jane
It's happening all over again.
This time they're using your credit cards.
Thieves in your business in your back yard.
How you gonna pay the rent.
Cops cannot put a face with a name
Identity theft now that's a shame
Who can you rely on now.
Hash tag Mary Jane
The booze can't ease the pain
You convince yourself that you're in control
But Alice won't let you down her rabbit hole.
Still late for that fictitious date.
Hash Tag Mary Jane
I think you might be going insane.
The phone's unplugged
Your cell's on mute
No sense in pining for misspent youth.
The pills in the drawer look mighty appealing.
One man's floor is another man's ceiling.
Can't seem to find the door.
Hash tag Mary Jane.
They held a funeral but no one came.
A blank screen of death for your headstone.
The final dance, you danced alone.
Slowly fade to black.
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A nonchalant twist of an age
freckled wrist
The cast finished in the stance
of an archer
A long languid shimmering line
slowly slips
Arcs, hovers then drops on the
water
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Straight faced craggy cliffs
God's presence evident here
Breathtaking splendor.
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Multicultural
Prejudices left back home
Score, the winning goal.
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Have we opened up Pandora's
box
That we can't now seem to
close
Secrets don't stay on the block
The price of progress I suppose
We have become a world of
voyeurs
Engrossed in other peoples
dreams
Debutantes celebutaunts
posers
Athletes, actors and queens.
Enemies, frenemies bffs
Who crave the madding crowd
Who appear to live with no
regrets
Except no negative vibes
allowed.
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