dusky descendants of quixotic mutineers perform practiced perfected polynesian dance erotic on soft Tahitian sand my hands drip with dregs of spilt exotic citrus sundried by lustrous lagoon insidious hynotic tune and rhythm consume dancers, semiclad, gyrate, waves lap... shrill shriek shatters mood of quietude Rude awakening Rainy Irish Monday...~~~~~~~~~~~
Moonstruck P.J. Murphy
Okay, I appreciate that you've
been always there for me through each long tortuous, restless, sleepless night And brightened up the gloom each time I broke down when some floozy made my fickle foolish fragile heart a mess And yes, 'twas you who kept me company when no other friends were there to offer comfort in my deepest darkest night But, right now I just feel That I can't furnish any answers to your sad fixation with this fiery, feisty object of your lust I must point out to you, in fact that you have chased this hot and haughty goddess, with no ray of hope for thousands of millenia now And how much longer, my pale friend Can you sail sadly through the night hoping for a glimpse or sight of she who always dodges you till dawn? And ~yawn~ you know it's really late I don't feel great and need my sleep I'd love to keep you company but We both know she'll hide until you're gone Just one last piece of genuine advice - there are millions out there who are twice as nice, and like to hang around with you, I've even seen them swoon... So goodnight moon, aw - please don't cry There's plenty more stars in the sky... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~This was written for an Allpoetry Contest "Goodnight Moon",
Treasure P. J. Murphy
I will place your hand
In his hand,
Step back
To my place of pride,
Hear you proclaim
Those age-old promises
And watch
My baby girl
Become a Bride.
I will shed a tear
For all the days
We laughed and played,
And the nights
I sang your lullabies.
For the myriad memories
Of who we were,
And who we will
Always be.
Daughter. Father.
I will hold your heart
In my heart
While I bless your love,
Your new adventures,
And smile
My happiness for
Your happiness,
And my privilege
To be always in your life
I will not 'give you away'
You own your destiny,
I will proudly escort
A vibrant young woman
Of matchless strength and beauty
As you go forth to claim your world.
And I will keep you safe
In that hallowed place
Where a Father keeps his treasures.
Steerage P. J. Murphy
Sailing seas of sideroad sedge
Far from vast tarry ocean
Avast ye denizens of hedge
Beware this cyclic motion
I steer my vessel on it's course
( with checks to port and starboard )
Yell at the sea-cows, till I'm hoarse
This boat must reach it's harbour
Full steam ahead, the coast is clear
All Doldrums navigated
The boat's bell sounds for all to hear
The Captain is awaited.
Now journey's ended, clipper docked
Captain disembarking
Another pleasant voyage clocked,
No pile-ups, tolls or parking...
