The Swift
in Animal Poems
O little swift alit by me, tell me what you see?
While flying high up in the sky unhindered wild and free
James J. Murray
About James J. Murray
Originally from Ireland. I came to New York in the late 80’s after high school. I have lived here since. I enjoy fly fishing and the outdoors. I enjoy traveling around the US and fishing its famed blue ribbon streams and rivers such as the Henry’s Fork, in Idaho, Missouri and Big Horn in Montana, and the Upper Delaware in the Catskills, NY. Occasionally, I travel back to Ireland to visit.
I am not a writer, nor 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, nor 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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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
Who took the one who held me dear;Featured Shared StoryThank you Susan and Ann for your comments. I'm glad you guys enjoyed reading it.
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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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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.
Thank you, Antionette! For you nice
comment on my poem.