George Murdock


George Murdock Poems

1. Science At A Glance 11/22/2005
2. San Jose 11/27/2005
3. Labyrinth 4/13/2006
4. Poetry 10/24/2008
5. Heat 11/18/2008
6. The Deceiver 8/27/2008
7. Sysyphus (An Ode To A Working Man) 5/8/2009
8. Nuemenon 5/17/2009
9. My Grandmother Tina 8/7/2009
10. Diddy Ba Bin 8/22/2009
11. The Guru Says: 8/26/2009
12. The Scions Of Spring 9/9/2009
13. The Buddha Says; 10/25/2009
14. Need Is A Sturdy Tabernacle 3/2/2010
15. Stonehenge 12/18/2005
16. Breathing And Enduring 7/16/2010
17. Aloft 10/12/2012
18. Dad 12/5/2012
19. The Tribute 9/21/2008
20. Nimal 9/21/2008
21. Weird Dream 4/14/2009
22. Quintessence 1/6/2008
23. Scions 12/8/2005
24. Tikki 12/16/2005
25. Retreat 12/29/2009
26. El Dorado 12/5/2005
27. Framed 11/21/2005
28. Anyone's Grandmother 11/22/2005
29. Godman 10/29/2006
30. The Sum Of Absolution 10/16/2007
31. Gaza 1/12/2009
32. Karma 1/21/2009
33. A Grocery Cart's Lament 5/12/2009
34. Homeless 8/20/2009
35. Bible Bob 11/23/2005
36. Ariel 12/18/2005
37. The Terminator 12/19/2005
38. Tubular 9/22/2006
39. W 12/29/2005
40. Mother 12/18/2005

Comments about George Murdock

  • Agatha Eliza Agatha Eliza (10/13/2015 2:49:00 AM)

    I really enjoyed reading your poems :) I'm waiting forward to reading more: D

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  • Belquis Barés (1/2/2006 11:42:00 PM)

    Mother - is a really deep poem. You have expressed the pain very beautifully. Happy New Year.

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Best Poem of George Murdock

Lotus Flower

I dream of you open like the pale Lotus flower
The petals of your nether lips moist with
dew drops of honey nectar
your inner flesh luscious and splayed
pink to red like a strawberry
I stare at your belly rising and falling
My eyes moving upward to the swell
Of soft round white mountains capped with dark currants
The odor of your honey melon
rising from the wings of your hips
reaches my flared nostrils
it is the sea and mist
a grotto of joyous communion
a soft lovely nest of lust
waiting for the lash of my tongue

Read the full of Lotus Flower

Calamity Jane

He looked like a good saddle horse
though his hair was long
and his beard three days course
she soon had the saddle on him
and he worked at the ride
it was a matter of pride
everything that he tried
drew the noose tighter still
till she'd broken his will

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