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Best Poems Written by Joe Murphy

Below are the all-time best Joe Murphy poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Curved Coconut Tree

Curved coconut tree
holds a ballerina pose
worthy of applause

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Ghosts

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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Be True To You

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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Passion Fruit

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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Sunrise

Paint the horizon
A cup of golden honey
Bravo the artist

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Golf Lesson

Pause on the back swing
Let your hands follow your hips
To make the ball rip.

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World Cup

Multicultural 
Prejudices left back home 
Score, the winning goal.

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Anti Social Media

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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Dancing In the Kitchen

I Love the ground you walk on
So don't take this the wrong 
way
Go grab a beer and park it 
And listen to what I gotta say

I appreciate the diamonds 
And the expensive foreign cars
And how you bust your butt at 
work
And don't cruise the local bars. 

But I want to dance with you 
in the kitchen
And maybe sing along
Like mamma and daddy used 
to do
When they heard a favorite 
song. 

When Daddy would up and 
grab her
They would dance the waltz 
sublime
And you know my dear old 
daddy
Copped a feel of her behind. 

Mamma would slap his hand 
away
And tell him to act his age
But she just kept on dancing
On the floor he'd made their 
stage  

I know this all sounds silly 
Another thing that men don't 
get
But the look in her eyes when 
she danced with him
I never will forget. 

So come on home in your 
dancin' shoes
I've swept the kitchen floor
Don't bother to turn the lights 
on 
And it would be wise to lock 
the door.

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Galway Bay

A horizon of rain claws boiling across the sea
Against an outline of island mountains draped in fog.
Wisps of clouds lick lazy through scattered trees.
Cattle show backs to the front in a soggy bog. 

The river Corrib rips rapid under mossy arches
White caps gurgle an early morning song
Over vibrant green rocks down into the marshes 
Past a gracefully floating reflecting ballet of swans