michael-murphy - Hello Poetry

The lyrics of our love Like blossoms of a flower Sweeter by the minute Deeper by the hour The rhythms of our hearts Our souls now beat as one Words in measured meter start— Brighter than the sun Expressing passion’s voice Like raging river flows The ink it spills - no choice Inspired threads I sew I pray my love you feel lyrics expressed, now clear Sing to make it real Play to keep me near

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Feb 10

Feb 10, 2026 at 8:59 AM UTC

Love Song

The lyrics of our love Like blossoms of a flower Sweeter by the minute Deeper by the hour The rhythms of our hearts Our souls now beat as one Words in measured meter start— Brighter than the sun Expressing passion’s voice Like raging river flows The ink it spills - no choice Inspired threads I sew I pray my love you feel lyrics expressed, now clear Sing to make it real Play to keep me near

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As dreams tend to flow, this is disjointed and the sequence mended to appease the waking mind. Meaning is often only available to the dreamer as it is folded into the emotions evoked, as the dreamer stitches the scenes back together in the dream journal. The characters in the dreams are often representations of those we hold dear. Sometimes multiple people can be rolled into one. Strangers appear like variables in a math equation. Just filling in for continuity’s sake. Here is my excerpt from today's dream journal. We stood in the kitchen in deep embrace, sans clothes, lips tenderly exploring. The light was so bright. details of the surroundings were blinding. My focus was on you. The connection was as one. My heart was full. Ripped away, I was standing on a sidewalk, in front of your house on a hot summer's day. I was with, what I figured out later, was your mother. She was frustrated but I didn't know why. I was still feeling great, blind to the unfolding drama. In the distance I could start to make out a metallic blue, 1965 Mustang Convertible. You pulled up, happy as always. I did notice that the back seat was full of 1960's type TV dinners. The colors of the boxes popped against the white interior. You were exchanging heated words with your mother. I just stood there thinking that I'll have to console you later. We didn't speak which I thought was strange. Just then a wood-paneled station wagon pulled up. The family car that littered the streets of my youth. A tall slender balding guy opened the driver's door as I watched you run over to jump into his arms. I was gut punched watching you. Thinking you must be thinking he was me. Then as fast as it started, it ended. I woke up empty. The void of a lost mountain built on love is as deep as the mountain high.

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Sep 6, 2025

Sep 6, 2025 at 12:25 PM UTC

The Dream

As dreams tend to flow, this is disjointed and the sequence mended to appease the waking mind. Meaning is often only available to the dreamer as it is folded into the emotions evoked, as the dreamer stitches the scenes back together in the dream journal. The characters in the dreams are often representations of those we hold dear. Sometimes multiple people can be rolled into one. Strangers appear like variables in a math equation. Just filling in for continuity’s sake. Here is my excerpt from today's dream journal. We stood in the kitchen in deep embrace, sans clothes, lips tenderly exploring. The light was so bright. details of the surroundings were blinding. My focus was on you. The connection was as one. My heart was full. Ripped away, I was standing on a sidewalk, in front of your house on a hot summer's day. I was with, what I figured out later, was your mother. She was frustrated but I didn't know why. I was still feeling great, blind to the unfolding drama. In the distance I could start to make out a metallic blue, 1965 Mustang Convertible. You pulled up, happy as always. I did notice that the back seat was full of 1960's type TV dinners. The colors of the boxes popped against the white interior. You were exchanging heated words with your mother. I just stood there thinking that I'll have to console you later. We didn't speak which I thought was strange. Just then a wood-paneled station wagon pulled up. The family car that littered the streets of my youth. A tall slender balding guy opened the driver's door as I watched you run over to jump into his arms. I was gut punched watching you. Thinking you must be thinking he was me. Then as fast as it started, it ended. I woke up empty. The void of a lost mountain built on love is as deep as the mountain high.

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#1 My name is Tom. I live with mom. I have some Giant issues. I'm such a wreck. Hang on a sec. I need some Giant tissues. #2 When I sneeze, there's such a breeze. Trees and houses tumble. They get so mad, it makes me sad To hear the people grumble. #3 I'd run and hide, but last I tried, I fell and hit the ground. The valley rumpled, the mountains crumpled— You should have heard the sound. #4 A young boy, only two— I was the same as you. I was bigger by three And by four, I grew more— I was almost as tall as a tree. #5 It’s hard to sit, find clothes that fit, And friends? I’ve never had one. They’re scared of me, But they can’t see— I am really fun. #6 One morning, without warning, a storm began to brew. The rain fell, the river swelled, and thunder rumbled through. #7 The river rose, it spilled and flowed— It rushed right through the town. The people screamed, the houses leaned, And fences tumbled down. #8 I stomped my foot— a hole I put in a field by the town. One stomp did make a giant lake, must be two acres round. #9 The river waned, despite the rain. The people stood and cheered. “Oh, so brave— the town he saved, the Giant that they feared!” #10 Smiling faces, welcome places greet me every day. My troubles ended, now befriended— they invited me to stay. #11 Ten years have passed, my friends at last— in peace and love I live. I wake each day, searching for a way to my friends, a gift to give. #12 One final thought— the love I sought was always mine to claim. “My friend,” said Elf, “just love yourself, and your story ends the same.”

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Jun 1, 2025

Jun 1, 2025 at 2:32 PM UTC

Giant Problems

#1 My name is Tom. I live with mom. I have some Giant issues. I'm such a wreck. Hang on a sec. I need some Giant tissues. #2 When I sneeze, there's such a breeze. Trees and houses tumble. They get so mad, it makes me sad To hear the people grumble. #3 I'd run and hide, but last I tried, I fell and hit the ground. The valley rumpled, the mountains crumpled— You should have heard the sound. #4 A young boy, only two— I was the same as you. I was bigger by three And by four, I grew more— I was almost as tall as a tree. #5 It’s hard to sit, find clothes that fit, And friends? I’ve never had one. They’re scared of me, But they can’t see— I am really fun. #6 One morning, without warning, a storm began to brew. The rain fell, the river swelled, and thunder rumbled through. #7 The river rose, it spilled and flowed— It rushed right through the town. The people screamed, the houses leaned, And fences tumbled down. #8 I stomped my foot— a hole I put in a field by the town. One stomp did make a giant lake, must be two acres round. #9 The river waned, despite the rain. The people stood and cheered. “Oh, so brave— the town he saved, the Giant that they feared!” #10 Smiling faces, welcome places greet me every day. My troubles ended, now befriended— they invited me to stay. #11 Ten years have passed, my friends at last— in peace and love I live. I wake each day, searching for a way to my friends, a gift to give. #12 One final thought— the love I sought was always mine to claim. “My friend,” said Elf, “just love yourself, and your story ends the same.”

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The Magical Man With a wave of his hand Stops the world As he fiddles and tinkers He gives youth to the old Comforts the cold Feeds the hungry and gives drinks to the drinkers He then cures the sick With a smile so quick For the sad and disabled He makes room at the table BUT there's still work As he ponders Walking and wanders What to do? What to do? What to do with The racists, hate-haters The for-fun agitators The mean and the greedy The liars and seedy But the good will go where With none to compare Will they even be needed With the bad so depleted So the Magical Man With a wave of hand Simply smiled All his changes deleted

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May 14, 2025

May 14, 2025 at 10:00 AM UTC

The Magical Man

The Magical Man With a wave of his hand Stops the world As he fiddles and tinkers He gives youth to the old Comforts the cold Feeds the hungry and gives drinks to the drinkers He then cures the sick With a smile so quick For the sad and disabled He makes room at the table BUT there's still work As he ponders Walking and wanders What to do? What to do? What to do with The racists, hate-haters The for-fun agitators The mean and the greedy The liars and seedy But the good will go where With none to compare Will they even be needed With the bad so depleted So the Magical Man With a wave of hand Simply smiled All his changes deleted

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I have a twin that's stuck to me He's 6 foot 4 I'm 5 foot 3 How do we move Well let's see He holds me in his arms sometimes I bought special shoes Now walking's fine My special shoes are 1 foot 1 With my new shoes We walk and run

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Apr 21, 2025

Apr 21, 2025 at 9:38 AM UTC

Size Matters

I have a twin that's stuck to me He's 6 foot 4 I'm 5 foot 3 How do we move Well let's see He holds me in his arms sometimes I bought special shoes Now walking's fine My special shoes are 1 foot 1 With my new shoes We walk and run

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I slipped in a puddle of yellow — The fall made me really feel blue. My mom made my favorite red Jello… Don’t feel green — I’ll share it with you!

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Apr 20, 2025

Apr 20, 2025 at 11:05 AM UTC

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