Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

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

Mine’s Better

March 3, 2018

I really like your auto
And the things it can do
We had one just like it
Back in 1962

My car does the dishes
Cooks my eggs and cuts my hair
It even does my taxes
And tells me what to wear

I really like your children

They’re not afraid to fail
They can even dress themselves
And they’ve never been in jail

My daughter goes to Harvard
Can you believe she’s only four?
Her brother just cured cancer
And he put an end to war

I really like your clothing
It’s so 1982
Your Member’s Only jacket
Is the perfect look for you

Everything I wear
Is from Paris or Milan
If the designer isn’t famous
I won’t even try it on

I really like your courage
You’re not afraid to drink
Nasty rustic water
Coming from your kitchen sink

Pure and pristine water
From a Himalayan spring
The Dalai Lama blessed it
It’s the only thing I drink

You’re my inspiration
You’re so gallant and carefree
You have the will to go on living
And you’re not even me

by Richard W.  Bray

Busybody

February 15, 2018

Tell me everything about you
Everything you ever did
Every thought you ever had
Since you were a kid

I need to comprehend you
Right down to the core
I need to write your story
And tally up your score

Hero, goddess, superstar
Scoundrel, lowlife, sinner
I live to differentiate
The loser from the winner

I’ll tell you what you’re all about
Reduce you to a label
Find the moral of your life
And tell the world your fable

by Richard W. Bray

alright

January 26, 2018

its ok not to talk
its ok not to listen
its alright to stand apart
investigate whats in your heart

its ok not to talk
its ok not to listen
its alright to find your space
silence is friendly place

its ok not to talk
its ok not to listen
its alright to disconnect
and energize your intellect

its ok not to talk
its ok not to listen
its alright to find your sphere
and take some time to disappear

by Richard W. Bray

Fixating Fixater

January 20, 2018

Fixating fixater
Frightened of yourself
Never stop talking
About everybody else

Fixating Fixater
Hanging by a thread
Neurotic fabrications
Stuck inside your head

Fixating fixater
Yackity yap yap
Pointing all your fingers
And talking loads of crap

Fixating fixater
Hiding from the pain
Take a slow breath
And look inside your brain

by Richard W. Bray