the bend in the river where the cottonwoods grow

August 2, 2020

the city’s gonna kill me
if I don’t let it go
time to find a valley
where the living is slow

maples in September
mountains in the snow
the bend in the river
where the cottonwoods grow

deliver me from humbug
the never-ending show
time for some authentic
dirt beneath my toes

maples in September
mountains in the snow
the bend in the river
where the cottonwoods grow

time to grab my spirit
and hop upon a crow
that’s the only tonic
for my weary old soul

maples in September
mountains in the snow
the bend in the river
where the cottonwoods grow

by Richard W. Bray

thank you for letting me love you

July 18, 2020

thank you
for letting me
love you

I had a pocket
full of empty
when you picked me
and dreamt me
into another world
you’re a special
kind of girl

thank you
for letting me
love you

I was crying out
for cover
for a friend, a muse
a lover
you’re my salvador
you were everything
and more

thank you
for letting me
love you

there’s no way
to repay
and now you’ve
gone away
everything I ever do
only happens
cuz of you

by Richard W. Bray

anger into hope

July 11, 2020

 

I had no time to Hate—
Because The Grave would hinder Me—
And life was not so
Ample I
Could finish—Enmity
Emily Dickinson

bullets bombs and mayhem
centuries of hate
liars on my tv
paid to complicate

swords into plowshares
anger into hope
we only got each other
and there’s nowhere else to go

the man behind the curtain
ain’t who we elect
greedy getting richer
so many lives are wrecked

swords into plowshares
anger into hope
we only got each other
and there’s nowhere else to go

always question Power
resist the exploitation
don’t listen when they tell you
to hate another nation

swords into plowshares
anger into hope
we only got each other
and there’s nowhere else to go

 

by Richard W. Bray

 

 

 

steamed carrots

June 27, 2020

have you ever noticed steamed carrots?
they almost stun you into another dimension
and they taste so good
and they come right out of the ground
I wonder if Father Hopkins
ever wrote about steamed carrots

by Richard W. Bray

never said i was nice

May 24, 2020

To tease em, and thrill em, to torture and kill em,
Is her delight, they say

Hard Hearted Hannah. Lyrics by Jack Yellen, Bob Bigelow, and Charles Bates

never said
i was nice
you got some sugar
with your spice
now it’s time
to run along
here’s a dime
to call your mom

never said
i was nice
love isn’t always
paradise
thank your stars
you got to be
with someone
as cool as me

never said
i was nice
please don’t make
me tell you twice
it shouldn’t be hard
to find the door
you don’t amuse
me anymore

by Richard W. Bray

cruel and crazy universe

May 5, 2020

rain outside your window
breath upon my arm
cruel & crazy universe
ain’t doing me no harm

deliver me from tempest
in a cozy little room
shelter me till morning
with your body’s silent tune

all is made to fade away
and every creature dies
people come and people go
and only love abides

by Richard W. Bray

the truth hurts lies kill

April 12, 2020

The truth hurts
Lies kill
You told everyone to chill
Now the folks are getting ill

The truth hurts
Lies kill
Fake reporters on the shill
Saying shit is daffodils

The truth hurts
Lies kill
When they shut your local mill
Ain’t gonna fix it with a pill

The truth hurts
Lies kill
When our leaders rob the till
Everybody pays the bill

By Richard W. Bray

every moment

March 31, 2020

The way you changed my life
No, no they can’t take that away from me

Ira Gershwin

i could have
loved you better
in a million
different ways

you’ll be in
every moment
till the bygone
of my days

everything
that came before
was leading
up to you

everything
i’m feeling now
is from your
residue

i’m better
cuz of you
in a million
different ways

you’ll be in
every moment
till the bygone
of my days

by Richard W. Bray

All We Need of Hell

March 19, 2020

Parting is all we know of heaven
And all we need of hell

Emily Dickinson, My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close

I always thought we’d have you
I always knew you cared
I always felt your presence
Your love was everywhere

Suddenly I feel it
Everything is wrong
Nothing’s where it should be
And half the sky is gone

The flowers on the hillside
The birds passing by
Sing to me of your love
In a cosmic lullaby

By Richard W. Bray

public relations

March 8, 2020

You torture your kids
You terrorize your wife
But you’re a
Wonderful man
In your fantasy life

Life isn’t public relations
You can’t erase the hurt
With a well-written statement

Nobody believes
Your silly façade
Not your friends
Not your family
Not even your dog

Life isn’t public relations
Are you fake and insincere
From birth to cremation?

By Richard W. Bray