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Michael J. Murphy Poem
Looking past the many doors I have entered
Never there was one so hard to shut
Then came love so hard to close.
I never thought it would be this way
Her heart was kind and ever so dear
Then came love so hard to close.
Once we shared the little things
Together we sat and ever so near
Then came love so hard to close.
We bared the labors of our youth
Created a life that we did so share
Then came love so hard to close.
The better or worse came in the night
It darkened our lives and set us apart.
Then came love so hard to close.
We built walls between us to quiet our life
Designed doors for keeps to secure our stay
Then came love so hard to close.
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Michael J. Murphy Poem
When I was young
When I was young
I didn't have much of anything, nothing big and nothing small
I just saw the fun of it all.
When I was young
We used to play for hours of time.
Adventure's off to anywhere, didn't matter if we had a dime.
I just saw the fun of it all.
When I was young
Times were never greater back then, we felt no care nor worried then.
Swinging from a rope off a bank of a pond, sometimes I felt we all could fly.
And so we did in our midnight dreams, no big deal we didn't fall.
I just saw the fun of it all.
When I was young
Michael J. Murphy
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Michael J. Murphy Poem
Our Rested Souls
To thy soul you have brought this magnificent perfection
and this sense of balance.
I have longed for my heart beats every drop of blood for thee.
My lungs breath every gasp of air.
I have not known the refined touch and beauty in all the days of my life.
Her voice when heard, makes every song bird listen
for she holds the perfection of song and so...
They sing and every sound I hear there on, is a reminder...
That I have found love that could not be denied.
I will always love forever in our rested souls.
By Michael J. Murphy
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Michael J. Murphy Poem
A Painted Canvas Life Should Be
A painted canvas life should be
Where blue skies are always seen.
Trees surrounding all blue waters and life's breath always
heard.
Though tide rolls in and out and our road takes a different path.
It's with hope and good intentions that we all share with harmony.
A painted canvas life should be
A warm heart felt should always be.
Hatred expressed never a thought, no wrong words ever to be taught.
Just the sounds of a melodic splendor, to sooth the air and alway's given.
so that all can have and share.
By Michael J. Murphy
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Michael J. Murphy Poem
When will you ever call
So often I think about you, searching thoughts that your alright.
I can't sleep a wink of wondering that you feel the same as me.
Nothing ever to confirm it and I sit here everyday, wishing heart felt conversation,
as my mind begins to say...
When will you ever call me, When will we ever talk, I'm so sorry if your busy or your not sure of what to say?
Everyday seems like a new but it's really just the same, For I wonder how your doing and do you think the same for me.
It's so hard to be without you, It's not enough to just have faith. When you feel alone like I do and the love and hopes not there.
How long I have so waited with no answer to my despair, perhaps I'm getting tired not knowing if you are ever there.
So often I think about you, feeling hopeful your alright.
I can't sleep a wink of wondering that you feel the same as me.
Nothing ever to confirm it and I sit here everyday, wishing heart felt conversation,
as my mind begins say
When will you ever call me, When will we ever talk, I'm so sorry if your busy or your not sure of what to say?
Although we might not have this moment I still hope it be fulfilled, I can only pray within my silence
that there was something good to say.
By Michael J. Murphy
Copyright © Michael J. Murphy | Year Posted 2016
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Michael J. Murphy Poem
Through The Lands We Know To The Ones We Know
Through the lands we know to the ones we know.
We can reach for the old ways, we can touch the sky
To mountain hills to the sun on high.
Through the lands we know to the ones we know.
We can hear the drums, from the spirit cloud
Talk to the old ones, we can hear them loud.
Through the lands we know to the ones we know.
We can smoke our pipe, to the lives we met
as we hold our dreams in a dreamcatchers net.
Through the lands we know to the ones we know.
--Michael J. Murphy
Copyright © Michael J. Murphy | Year Posted 2016
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