Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

Cage

July 22, 2018

Abuse and sting and mock and shame
Afflicting torment like a game
Find a person you can break
And feed the universal ache

Careless quips and mutilations
Stabs and wounds and lacerations
Snubs and swipes and small offenses
Brutal taunts that stun the senses

Tell yourself that you are brave
Or moan you’re just a cosmic slave
Who only does what others do
Attacking all who damage you

Maybe that’s just what we are
Scorpions inside a jar
Or maybe you use poison darts
To build a cage around your heart

by Richard W. Bray

Give No Quarter in Dispute

June 30, 2018

Be obnoxious, be a dick
Quarrel, quibble, contradict
State your case and never quit
Advocate the opposite

Be slimier and slicker
Contest, annoy and bicker
Mix it up and disagree
Create your own reality

Give no quarter in dispute
Be doctrinaire and absolute
Never agree with anyone
And always tell yourself you won

By Richard W. Bray

All you crazy dreamers

June 23, 2018

All you crazy dreamers
You silly, silly fools
Wanting Medicare for all
And parks and roads and schools

All you crazy dreamers
You’re such a bunch of clowns
Bitching and moaning
When our bridges fall down

All you crazy dreamers
You’re so full of boloney
We can’t protect ourselves
With rainbows and ponies

All you crazy dreamers
You’ll never understand
We blow up other countries
For a stronger Homeland

It’s a mean and scary world
If you really love your moms
You’d spend all your money
On guns and tanks and bombs

by Richard W. Bray

hurt & love

June 16, 2018

Existence is a wound
That heals when you die

me

we ache
because we love
it takes us out of our skin
naked to the world
not knowing where
we begin

we love
because we ache
in blood & bone
with a hurt
that wants to tell us
not to be alone

no love
without hurt
it’s a package deal
hurt is the tissue
that makes
existence real

by Richard W. Bray

Fancy Land

May 24, 2018

All is grand in Fancy Land
With towering mushrooms growing wild
There’s purple skies that mesmerize
And no one ever hurts a child

The unicorn band in Fancy Land
Plays heavenly tunes with a thundering beat
Wishes are granted and all is enchanted
And everyone has enough to eat

Hate is banned in Fancy Land
Everyone lives how they want to be
An endless sensation of happy creation
Where all the creatures are roaming free

You’re welcome to visit Fancy Land
As long as the magic lives inside you
With access forbid to all but kids
But grownups wanna go there too

by Richard W. Bray

Anita Favor

May 11, 2018

Wally walks my poodle
Such a silly little dunce
I totally deserve it
Cuz I smiled at him once

Albert does my homework
I always get an “A”
I’ll let him buy me dinner
Or shine my shoes someday

Brenda gives me clothing
That she only wore one time
I’m telling all my girlfriends
To stop treating her like swine

Dennis does the dishes
Parks the car and cooks my meals
I can just imagine
How wonderful this feels

Chloé cleans my bathroom
And she doesn’t mind the smell
If she ever disobeys me
I’ll make her life a living hell

I’m popular and pretty
And my family’s really rich
If I didn’t know me better
I’d probably think that I’m a bitch

Richard W. Bray

Maybe I’m a Russian troll

May 4, 2018

I’m Burning for Bernie
Nina Turner Rocks
I’m there for Sarandon
Right down to my socks
Power to the people is my ultimate goal
Maybe I’m a Russian troll

They took away the pensions
And destroyed the middle class
Ain’t a lot of sense in
Kissing neoliberal ass
Bankers gotta pay back everything they stole
Maybe I’m a Russian troll

Who’s the Resistance?
Here’s a little hint:
Always talking bout themselves
And ignoring Flint
Gonna take a lot of love to make this country whole
Maybe I’m a Russian troll

They’re sharpening their tongues
I’ve seen this film before
They keep talking about freedom
When they wanna start a War
I’m against a battle that’ll vaporize Seoul
Maybe I’m a Russian troll

by Richard W. Bray

Wrap your arms around a rainbow

March 31, 2018

Silly, eager, joyful
The ignorance of youth
I ain’t being gloomy
I’m just telling you the truth

Dreary dismal angry
With a double dose of mad
Beauty’s all around you
But you’re hiding in your sad

Silly losers dancing round
Pretending life is fair
Nothing really matters
And the universe don’t care

Grouchy grumpy nasty crusty
Cranky crabby sour
Angry peeved and surly
You’re complaining every hour

If you knew what I know
You’d lose than silly grin
Your life’ll end in misery
And you’re never gonna win

Wrap your arms around a rainbow
Grab a moonbeam — hug a friend
Love’s the only thing
That makes you richer when you spend

by Richard W. Bray

In Defence of Mum and Dad (A Rebuttal to This Be The Verse)

March 24, 2018

Philip Larkin

You were angry
   And somewhat nuts
They clothed your frame
   And fed your guts

Without them
   There’s no Aubade
Your masterpiece
   Denying God

You were revered
   And somewhat famous
Though not as rich
   As Kingsley Amis

They did their best
   You drank your smell
It’s not their fault
   You lived your hell

by Richard W. Bray

Prison

March 10, 2018

At the turn of the (19th) century, a new legislation defined the power to punish as a general function of society that was exercised in the same manner over all its members, and in which each individual was equally represented: but in making detention the penalty par excellence, it introduced procedures of domination characteristic of a particular type of power. A justice that is supposed to be “equal”, a legal machinery that is supposed to be “autonomous”, but which contains all the asymmetries of disciplinary subjection, this conjunction marked the birth of the prison, “the penalty of civilized societies.”
Michel Foucault, Discipline and Punish: The Birth of the Prison (pp. 231-232).

They’re not just gangs of kids anymore. They are often the kinds of kids that are called superpredators — no conscience, no empathy. We can talk about why they ended up that way, but first we have to bring them to heel.

Hillary Clinton

the people who continually vote in new prison bonds and tacitly assent to a proliferating network of prisons and jails have been tricked into believing in the magic of imprisonment. But prisons do not disappear problems, they disappear human beings
Angela Davis

I never saw a man who looked
   With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
   Which prisoners call the sky,

Oscar Wilde. The Ballad of Reading Gaol

The law is for protection of the people
Rules are rules and any fool can see
We don’t need no riddle speakin’ prophet
Scarin’ decent folks like you and me, no siree

Kris Kristofferson

Decent folks have got a right
   To say you don’t fit in
We’ll beat you and we bleed you
   Till you wash away our sin

We’re gonna break you like a beast
   We’re gonna squeeze the earth and sky
We’re gonna regulate your body
   And squish you like a fly

It doesn’t really matter
   If you rehabilitate
You legitimize our power
   When you bow before the state

We’re gonna break you like a beast
   We’re gonna squeeze the earth and sky
We’re gonna regulate your body
   And squish you like a fly

You don’t deserve forgiveness
   You can’t expect us to be nice
We worship hate and power
   And we claim to worship Christ

We’re gonna break you like a beast
   We’re gonna squeeze the earth and sky
We’re gonna regulate your body
   And squish you like a fly

By Richard W. Bray