The Swift
in Animal Poems
O little swift alight by me, tell me what you see?
While flying high up in the sky unhindered wild and free
To us below, who may not know you fly both night and day
With rapid speed without impede yet always far away
James J. Murray
About James J. Murray
Originally from Ireland, I left home at 17 and moved to London. I came to New York in the late 80's and have lived here since. I enjoy fly fishing and the outdoors. Occasionally, I travel back to visit.
I am not a writer or a poet. But I enjoy jotting down pretty words that catch my attention and putting them in a sentence, with a thought. Then adding another and another. Sometimes they work out and sometimes they don't. Thank you to anyone who reads them.
I am not a writer or a poet. But I enjoy jotting down pretty words that catch my attention and putting them in a sentence, with a thought. Then adding another and another. Sometimes they work out and sometimes they don't. Thank you to anyone who reads them.
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Thanks so much for your comment, Ann. I'm so happy you read and enjoy them.
Warmest, James. -
Winter's Wane
in Winter Poems
The woods are shook this time of year
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Quiet too as you can hear
And covered in a carpet white
All living things seem out of sight -
Who Are You?
in Fear Poems
I heard her ask "Who are you then
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Are you the how the where and when;
Are you the well of all my tears
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Fret Not
in Fantasy Poems
Oblige me ye O little sprites,
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Why is it so you fret?
I saw you flit your little wings, -
Wind And Friends
in Earth Poems
I'll capture the wind and barter a peace, upon a most certain conditioned release
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Then summon the gods to ask Mother Nature, O why her rogue son is lacking her nurture?
They'll tell her most stern as matter of fact, her wanton neglect had forced me to act
Her anarchic heir and friends that he keeps, make oceans a tempest while willow trees weep
Poems by James J. Murray
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Thanks so much for your comment, Ann. I'm so happy you read and enjoy them.
Warmest, James.
Really nice poem with lovely lines and verses. Warmest wishes, James
Thanks Peggy for reading and commenting. So glad you liked it!
Thank you Susan and Ann for your comments. I'm glad you guys enjoyed reading it.
Very nice Ann! Beautifully written and I can tell you enjoy your garden. May is my favorite month of the year. Everything that appeared old is young again.