David Murphy Poems

Passion, amid that fair skulduggery that is time,
Teach me no more hard lessons.
I need no more legions of tormenting lesions.
Leave me only passion, soft as a pheasant,
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Along Malaysia's white sand lies a cerulean ocean,
blue until the water touches the blue sky.

Endless blue: water speared by luminous scales of fish blue;
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The clouds of passerines are brittle:
One sharp sound, or just the turn of a thrush,
Breaks them as easily as a forced commital.
But true love bleeds as red as indian paintbrush,
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There once was a happy giraffe
Whose name was Mr. McGraff
He was brown and yellow
And a very tall fellow
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There once was a mad man named Jim
Who hurt everyone close to him.
When he found a pretty wife
He took her pretty life.
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A scorpion once lived in a shower
Lying still there for many an hour
When along came a girl
Who turned the tap with a twirl
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