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Michael Murphy Jul 2016
I asked
She said no

I asked again
She said no

I asked again
She said no

I left her for the arms of another
she realized I wasn't asking

She said yes

Too late
Michael Murphy Jul 2016
I believe that my soul is
Part of a whole

Connected to all that you see

You're not just you
And I'm not just me

We're as one, and always will be

When born into heaven
All is made clear

We are one with the earth
With the trees, with the deer

We are one with the clouds
And the rain, and the sea

We are one with each other
I'm with you, you're with me
I never really knew my grandparents and always thought it would be such a gift if I could read anything they wrote! It is why I write!
Michael Murphy Jul 2016
Teach your children  to love
Not hate

Be careful how you scribe
The slate

Wait too long and it's
Too late

Teach them now to love
Not hate
With all of the trouble in the world I was thinking that the solution is in all of our homes!
Michael Murphy Jul 2016
My body is aging
My story is true

It's happening to me
It will happen to you

My right knee is steel
So now I can't kneel

I'm sure God understands
He/She knows how I feel

You see blue sky
My right eye sees just cloud

I hear no music
For you it's so loud

I once had two kidneys
Now I have one

I agreed over dinner
My sister had none

My hair is all white
It used to be brown

It's going away
Without making a sound

I'm not complaining
Just telling you true

It's happening to me
It will happen to you
laughing at myself, getting a running start to get out of a chair!
Michael Murphy Jul 2016
The POWER of silence
Is so seldom heard

Instead we attack
With an ill chosen word

Though intelligence deems
Throwing fuel on a fire

Is a fools way it seems
To help it expire

Nothing I say
Will change how you feel

So I say nothing
Until our wound starts to heal
One of the most important lessons I learned as an adult that I pray my children learn!
Michael Murphy Jul 2016
No one knows
No one cares
Where he goes
What he wears

If he comes home at night

He’s all alone
He’s all he has
A silent phone
Old photographs

Why should he come home at night?

An empty bar
A glass of gin
No loving arms
To tuck him in

He should have came home at night

She sat alone
day after day
While he roamed
She slipped away

He should have came home at night

She loved him so
She would've stayed
And now he knows
The hand he played

He should have came home at night

An empty bar
A glass of gin
No loving arms
To tuck him in

He should have came home at night
Started as a poem and turned into a country song!  Oops
Michael Murphy Jun 2016
I am a thirsty man adrift on your waters!  

Love abounds, but I dare not drink!

It is the promise I made that if you keep me afloat, I would not ask for a drop you did not willingly offer.

      I sit and pray for rain!
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