http://slow.writerscafe.org/bridgetmurphy The original writings of author Bridget Murphy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776035173 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I've seen a man,Walking to and fro,In the foggy morn.A black hat,And a walking stick,Waiting for someone to warn.He had a scarf,Gray, gray, gray as could be,Around his neck, it was tightly worn,In that foggy morn.His moustache,Thick and black once before:Yet now it stands,A few, graying hairs,Upon h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/1617193/ The Rain, he sings to my soul,A simple melody, young but old.Drip Drop Drip Drop Death.The Rain he knows my sorrow,But his pity I will not borrow.The Rain, I've seen him cry,The day I died inside.O Drip Drop Drip Drop Death.The Rain, he knows my wants,And his song my waking hours, haunts.Drip Drop D.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/1617186/ Emily Green was a loving soul,Pretty and kind, loving and true,With blue eyes and a freckled nose;She gained all the love a little soul could.But Emily Green disappeared one day,Out of the blue, and people say,"Evil Men, (or perhaps some green alien)Came, and took her away."While other whispers say,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/1581006/ The City fell.No life, no love.Bricks like fire,Rained to the sky.In the Center,There I stood.No life, no love.She was crying,Begging to leave,But I kept my ground,As the City streets,Went tumbling down.There I stand, While nomads,And desert thieves,Cross my City land.They say I am a ghost,They.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/1580999/ for Pat. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/1054019/ The young man stares,Down the lonely stairs,He sighs and cries,He falls, for he must die.The young girl lingers,By the noose's fingers,She jumps and is caught,For to die she has sought.The old man looksFrom the cliff's highest nook,He closes his eyes and fliesFor his soul falls to die.The old woman .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/1015609/ I shall write a secret,Of my love I prophess,While on my walls is writMy secret love that grants no rest. I wish but do not receive,And in this I wishOh, I wish I would believe,In an unforgiving bliss.But I know he cares not,So now I weep alone,While in time I rot,Down to whitest bone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/1014650/ If beauty were measuredBy looks and gold,And liers of wishless words,Then this poem could not be told. For beauty is a deceiver,A deceiver of wishes,It's the devil's believerIn evil kisses.Beauty is for thoseWho are not chainedBy it's woesAnd through it's evil, tamed;But by goodness and deathAn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/1014431/ This is another poem from my brother Patrick(all rights reserved)...according to him "the first of many installments..." hope you enjoy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/1009996/ Dedicated to Marianne :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/997472/   I write, for time is long,My mind is lost to somewhere,As I hum a gentle, gentle song. Oh, ages pass by the window,And stories play over in my head,As time continues to bore and slow.Oh, there is work to do,And I have wasted time,But I have time to loose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/979228/  If I saw me through your eyes,Would I laugh or would I cry?And if I were to die tonight,Would any tears cloud your sight?But if these words were said to you today,Would kindness be in the words you'd say? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/976382/ Bloodied faces, bloodied gowns,From the deep flow the sounds,The sounds of hapless sighs,Forever in pain to die. They dance and move,The time is coming soon,Their happiness and love are lost,Their souls forever pay the cost. On the night, the devil's night.When the mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/964455/ In times to come expect these signs,Read them here within these lines,Know that all must pay the fines,So why do you defend the crimes? The rivers of blood,  the hills of tears,The forests of death,  the mountains of fears,TheBlack eyes, the bloodstained swords,The Bro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/947822/ Flowers entangled in the withering vine, Lost in sight and mind,Spoiled grapes make the wine,Of the man who holds the sign.  Broken hearts sewn with sighs,Curse the black of the skies,Happiness is the servent of the lies,Told by the man with the serpent eyes.  Life is b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/945057/ My brother Patrick wrote this http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/939687/ Shadows creep and crawl,Down the dusty hall,Like the chasing of the fall,From the tiger's claw.Through pink glass I see,Evil, as it still seems to be,Spread out from sea to sea,With my angel chasing after me.For you I will always be;But I will not have the chance to see,The Godmother gently sing,Whi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/939648/ Light flashes, then vanishes away,Like the truth liers say,When dark clouds cover the flower of May,Only reason can show you the way. Justice continues his goodbye,As the women weep and sigh,While the man is raised on high,A sinner in the sky. Now will come the day,Wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/938494/ Down a coblestone road,Walks a lady,Who carries her soul,In an old leather bag. To a lover she swore,To give her soul too,But from fame she was handed,An old leather bag. So she walks in weary steps,Away from a Church Tower,Where her lover waits,For the old leathe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/899872/ Dear Stephanie, Your laugh dances through the air,Your face holds the truth, shone and bare,Your joy makes me alive. Dear Stephanie, Your beauty is seen and envied,Your grace is adored and loved,Your smile makes people happy. Dear Stephanie, You life can't last foreve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/826284/ I am lost in this world so cold,I am lost in its clutches so cruel,I am lost in its laughing taunts,I am lost, I am unknown to forgiveness. I was lost once in love,I was lost once in someone's arms,I was lost once in a crowd of cheers,I was lost once in smiles so dear. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/824487/ Love is a precous thing, Love is there a moment,Love is gone the next,Love is here for you and me. Love belongs to slaves,Love belongs to soldiers,Love belongs to theives,Love belongs to you and me. Love will be here forever,Love will be forgiven,Love will be praised,Love will be, for you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/821272/ This is the story abot the lost Roman legion. They went to war, never came back, no one knows what happened to them, and this is just what I think happened. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/817910/ A tear, drips and landsOn the hand of the unsuspecting,Who knew a small little thing could hurt so bad,When your hurt by the living. No warning you get besides a small choke,When least you expect it, it will attackThis little thing that will in pain soke,When the giver, stabs yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/817076/ This poem is the story of how my ancestors came to the U.S. my dad told me, and I made it into a poem. Hope you like it! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/817048/ Might I take you to the past,With my traveled, worn out feet?My thirst was a curse that did not last,And to my lost honor, I went to meet. To kings who proclaimed themselves as gods,I have given death with my mortal air,To the murderors I give my applause,Who gave me lives so fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bridgetmurphy/816404/