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Worriers of the Sun
First Printing
The publisher has allowed this work to remain exactly as the author
intended verbatim, without editorial input.
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Authors Biography
Born in Cornwall Ontario Canada my family followed my father’s
work construction, to Mississauga and Toronto, Ontario. My father
worked on famous sites as the Cornwall Sea Way, the Commerce
Court, and the CN Tower.
I sometimes like to say I was born under an oriental curse, “May your
life be interesting.”
I started writing over thirty years ago when I was in high school,
where I met my wife Mary Anne. We are the proud parents of two sons
Joshua and Michael. I am a published author my novelette “Tails of a
Gay Incubus” and my poetry book “Melodious Verse” both can be
found on the net. I write short stories and poetry for the love of writing.
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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Introduction
Poetry goes back to before recorded time much of it lost to the ages
and war, book burning; the practice of tyranny, meant to restrict the
passage of ideas must stop. It is up to the poets and philosophers to be
the guardians of the future and save ideas for our youth.
Much of the poetry in this book is inspired by anger, and some of the
poetry has swearing and very dark thoughts in it, inspired by the world
of today and the evil in it, I vented my anger where it would do the
most good.
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Freedom
Freedom isn’t free it is paid for in blood sweat and the lives of the
people willing to give their lives for what they believe in. Soldiers,
Worriers, Writers, Poets and Freedom fighters all give their lives,
blood, words and future to the cause of freedom. With the hopes that
the future will give life to their dreams of justice without tyranny they
give all that they will be to the call of freedom.
Freedom isn’t lost in one felled swoop it is lost one law at a time. With
amendments to the constitution the rights of all grow smaller until they
no longer exist. With each new law built upon the amendments
freedom is lost to everyone and the sacrifices of the ones that gave
their lives and their futures to the call of freedom is lost and forgotten
to indifference. Is this what they gave their life, their blood and their
future for? To be forgotten, ignored and lost to time.
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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These misguided youth decided they had a right to tease my friend and
in that belief called the Police claiming they were attacked without
provocation.
On the way to the mental health institute, they stopped at their home to
get a fresh change of clothing. He waited in the car as his father was in
the house packing fresh clothing. His father was on the way back to the
car when he heard the gunshot. My friend had taken his own life.
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Aldorons Doom
I stand upon the precipice of eternity,
before me certain doom.
My mind awash of misery,
all dark and filled with gloom.
The world a place of sorrow,
no man a mind of peace.
Life a burden of the sole,
its perils never cease.
I take a step into the void,
it does not end right there.
I hear the wind whistle,
as it passes through my hair.
The ground is growing closer,
I slowly close my eyes.
I feel the earth rising,
there will be no surprise.
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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Despair
All the wisdom of the universe between the pages of time at the
fingertip for the asking and the page not turned, the question not asked.
Suicide is forever.
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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I knew a chap that used suicide and the threat of suicide to get his way
when he got mad or arrested by police. In the end he drank himself to
death, alone in a one bedroom apartment. He had one friend, me, and I
was abroad when he died.
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Mad Mad
He walks around
an empty head
an empty hand
an empty bead.
He stands around
with hat on head
with glove on hand
with sheets on bead.
He sits around
no words in head
no pen in hand
no one in bead.
He lays around
a hole in head
a gun in hand
a bloody bead.
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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I read and critique poetry for other authors looking to improve their
writing. Many of the critiques are public and I get to read what other
authors have said about the poems they have read. Many of the authors
of the critiques make unkind comments that are just plain cruel to the
author of the poem. So I wrote this Carmen figuratum with a
cryptographic message just for them. Carmen figuratum is a poem that
has a certain shape or pattern formed either by all the words it contains
or just by certain ones therein.
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Be Nice
Don’t be nasty,
don’t be mean.
Don’t use words,
that are obscene.
Don’t be obscure,
please be concise.
Don’t use words,
that are not nice.
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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I spent a day critiquing poetry that was the most horribly written
poems I have ever read. The authors never gave their poems a title or
paid attention to English structure in any manner and claimed the
poems were free verse. Some of the poems had words structured like a
text message, I think a poem completely in text would be neat but just
one or two words here and there and no title is just a writer being lazy.
It took all my self-control not to say this to the authors.
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That’s Poetry?
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I was inspired to write this by my dealings with the local police and
the courts. I do not know how they can tell such poor lies or look in the
mirror after saying the things they say.
The ones that make me laugh is when they try to justify what they say
as accurate, turning the first day of the long weekend into almost the
end of the weekend, or placing a person in two places at the same time.
Amazingly the judges know what the police are doing and don’t make
them clean up their act.
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Lies
Don’t feed me that shit, don’t feed me that crap.
Don’t feed me the garbage coming out of your trap.
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They think I should lose all the work I have put in over the last three
years just because they think I am being pigeonholed into a trade I was
going to do anyway. I made an intelligent decision to suit my needs
and wants three years earlier not theirs. These heroes riding in on their
white stallions, so called champions of the blue-collar worker,
campaigned to have the vocational schools closed down or changed to
secondary schools. The worst part is the vocational schools were not
preparing the students for college, when these so called heroes got their
way I was screwed.
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The Lynching
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Curses and Spells are a great poetic device and the use of old English
gives them a more authentic sound. You can express all emotions
within a theme everything from vengeance to love can be expressed
in a spell or a curse, I forget what inspired this poem but I had fun
writing it.
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The Curse
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
This curse in in my short story Blood & Lust, an erotic horror with
Succubus demons. As with every culture there is a different definition
for the convenience demons Succubus and Incubus, to describe all of
the definitions of Succubae would be a book in of its self. If you like
erotic fantasy horror, you will love Blood Lust. Cornelia and her sisters
are Succubae out to avenge the death of Cornelia’s daughter Elaine and
this curse is part of their vengeance.
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To the goddess Moon, the mother Earth, the spirit Wind, the demon
Fire, and the life Water hear my plea.
To strike thee down on this day and with thy soul yea shall pay.
Thy stench of death shall follow thee and thou shall know deaths
misery.
An evil deed yea have done, yea must act for yea’s the one.
So to thy deed thee are bound, until they all can be found.
Suffer now I shall not wait, with this curse I seal thy fate.
Stricken, shattered, beaten, torn, I curse, thee now thy pain is born.
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Halloween is a fun time of the year and this poem for everyone to
enjoy on Halloween or any day of the year. I love watching the
children in their costumes running from house to house calling out
trick or treat and watching joy light up there face when they like the
candies they get.
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In my youth I lived just two hundred yards from Lake Ontario, on cool
nights the mist would roll in of the lake and we would make a fire on
the shore and tell ghost stories. The Curse of the Faceless Woman was
one of the ghost stories we would tell as we sat by the fire. Here I have
written it in the form of a poem, and the events that led to the legend.
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The Curse of the Faceless Woman
Lost in time, this story is told, about a woman, dark and bold.
She walks the streets on a foggy night, with a hood on her head to hide from
sight.
Her story starts one summer’s eve, beside the lake an evil deed.
A thief stole her daughter’s life, and filled her soul with pain and strife.
On a moonlit night along the shore, two young lovers walked and more.
In each other’s arms that night, they talked of love and held on tight.
In the morning they were found, their hands and feet with rope were bound.
Eyes wide open a vacant stare, their souls are gone and no one’s there.
The police did search for the one, an evil deed to be undone.
In vain, they search to no avail, their efforts weak, lost, and pale.
She searched the shores by day and night, a vain attempt to make things right.
And then one early morning dawn, she was found her spirit gone.
On foggy night’s times untold, she walks the streets dark and bold.
She only walks the streets at night, within the fog to hide her flight.
All clad in black she walks alone, an evil soul she’ll make atone.
She walks among the star-less night, sometimes seen beneath the bright
streetlight.
All children know to be aware, least they see her standing there.
They hurry home at the approach of night, sure that they would die at her sight.
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Which witch
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I was writing the Ballet of Robert William Pickton and I just wasn’t
happy with how it came out, when I remembered something I heard
once. We remember the serial killer but not the victims. Well the most
forgotten victims of serial killers are the John and Jane Doe’s. And
since women compose the majority of victims I wrote The Sonnet of
Jane Doe.
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Rejection
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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I don’t write many love poems, and most of them are written to my
wife Mary Anne, this is an erotic love poem tastefully written without
the graphic words considered inappropriate to say in public.
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So beautiful a sight,
with skin as pale as the moon.
A beauty to behold,
I hunger to hold you soon.
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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I wrote this poem to my wife Mary Anne we met in high school over
thirty five years ago, one night she fell asleep in my arms and I could
not help but write this poem.
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Goodnight My Love
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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Dictionary #1
You are my definition and meaning.
You are my everything from A to Z.
You are my verbs.
You are my adjectives.
Dictionary #2
You define sugar because,
you are my sweetheart.
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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Bisexuality
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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His girlfriend was pregnant and the baby wasn’t his, he thank god for
DNA testing when it came out just in time for him.
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Oh Shit
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
What can I do?
The condom broke,
it’s now in two.
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
What can I say?
We were just having fun,
and now I might pay.
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
I’m just seventeen.
Her dad don’t like me,
he’s really mean.
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
What can I do?
The condom broke,
it’s now in two.
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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I come up with some good one liners every once in a while, I was
working with a friend and I was struck with the line, “Child support is
a testimonial to the advantages to self-abuse.”
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A friend of my son was mad about his parents’ divorce and blamed his
mother for the family’s breakup so I wrote this poem for him. I
explained to him poetry may be viewed by some macho individuals as
wimpy, but it is a good way to express your feelings and work out your
problems.
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Divorce
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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I don’t write many limericks not that the rules are strict. A limerick is
a kind of a witty, humorous, or nonsense poem especially one in five-
line anapestic or amphibrachic meter with a strict rhyme scheme
(AABBA), which is sometimes obscene with humorous intent.
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Peter
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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I will miss walking in the deserts of Texas, picking wild cactus fruit
and eating it as I watch the wild life, and the Big Horned Sheep in the
Rockies, or the Antelopes running in the prairies.
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What is Hell?
Dark is the day as each passing moment brings people like me closer
to the time when it will be no more. The sun will not shine for me,
when I no longer see the smiling faces of the innocent children playing
in the park, the flowers in the spring, or a bird in flight.
Not the darkness of a moonless night where the stars cast no shadows,
but a world of shadows on the edge of light. Where in the fog dark
shapes hide in the mists behind your eyes and no matter how hard you
try, seeing the things before you are beyond your perception.
As if without fear I pretend not to notice the pain as the brilliant light
of the surgeon’s knife does all he can to give back what life has taken
away and what I fear the most is not the knife or the going blind. It’s
the not knowing; not knowing if all that I endure will halt the
progression of the disease that is taking my sight. Not knowing if I will
regain what I have lost, not knowing how many more times I must
endure the burning light that is the surgeon’s knife.
If ever I am asked what Hell is, I know what to say, not knowing.
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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Military service is not all war and violence, many soldiers never see
bullets and bombs but they do respond to natural disasters. I did a stint
in the military there was a lot of hurry up and wait or boredom until all
hell breaks loose and not everyone comes home. This poem is for the
ones that pay the price of freedom.
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Wars Folly
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Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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Other than the donations my family made to the relief funds this is just
me giving a little more.
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The Day the Earth Shook
Today a place called Haiti,
weighs heavy on my mind.
A small island Country State,
where life has been unkind.
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It has been a long time since I was a fresh faced boy fishing on the
river bank near Lake Ontario. Catching frogs and turtles bringing them
home and scaring my mom when they would leap from my hand or
when she was washing my clothing and she would turn my pockets out
to find worms in them. Of course she was the prettiest mom on the
block.
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Children of little hope and future are the tears in God’s eye. Who shall
wipe away all the tears that fall from their eyes? God’s angels in
heaven answer not the prayers of the children. For it is in the domain
of men that there shall be no more tears.
Only in death can neither sorrow nor crying neither there be pain or
fear. For the former things are passed away within dying of the body,
and in passing the wishes and prayers of the children of little hope and
future are answered. For now God’s angels in heaven answer the
prayers of the children with open arms.
Darkness is that which brings sorrow to the heart and tears to the eye.
God’s angels carry to the heavens the children of little hope and future.
Heaven, beyond fear, pain, sorrows and death they sleep in the arms of
angels. As baby’s newborn to the world cradled in the arms of their
mother breast they sleep.
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In God’s Eye
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I didn’t go to college until I was forty; my hair and beard were turning
gray and I was in a class filled with young fresh faced youth. Beautiful
young women and young men with their whole life before them filled
with the innocence of inexperience then there was me.
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Something Truly Majestic
I have seen the sun rise over the Atlantic Ocean in the morning,
tainting the clouds red, sending a river of fire across the clear blue
waters, as the seabirds mill about in the water and on the beach.
I have watched the sun set over the Pacific Ocean in the evening,
tainting the clouds red, sending a river of fire across the clear blue
waters, as the seabirds mill about in the water and on the beach.
I have stood on a mountaintop and watched the sun light up the valley
chasing the morning mist out into the plains. As Big Horned Sheep
dance upon the rock face as gingerly as a ballerina on the stage.
I have looked into your eyes, deep blue lucid pools of light to the soul
of innocents. As I stand by your mother’s side I feel useless and
impotent as I hold her hand as you are born. The nurses wash you wrap
you in a blanket and hand you to me. I hold your tinny little body for
the first time as I carry you to your mother, she cries out let me hold
him and I hand you to her. She holds you to her breast and cries as
tears of joy run down her cheeks and you open your eyes only for a
moment for the first time.
Of all that I have seen in my life, none is more majestic than your eyes
for the first time.
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Index
Authors Biography Page 3
Introduction Page 5
Freedom Page 7
Aldorons Doom Page 9
Despair Page 11
Mad Mad Page 13
Bald Headed Christ Page 15
Be Nice Page 17
That’s Poetry? Page 19
Lies Page 21
You a Fucking Hero Page 23
The Lynching Page 24
The Curse Page 27
Blood & Lust Page 29
Sprits of the Night Page 31
The Curse of the Faceless Woman Page 33
Which Witch Page 35
The Ballet of Robert William Picton Page 37
The Sonnet of Jane Doe Page 39
Rejection Page 41
Love in the Moonlight Page 43
Goodnight My Love Page 45
Old Lady Sonnet Page 47
Dictionary Page 49
Bisexuality Page 51
Oh Shit Page 53
The Condom Broke Page 55
Divorce Page 57
Peter Page 59
What is Hell? Page 61
Wars Folly Page 63
The Day the Earth Shook Page 65
There Was a Time Page 67
Tears in Gods Eye Page 69
In Gods Eye Page 71
Something Truly Majestic Page 73
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