Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
March 13, 2025
And would it have been worth it, after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me, – T.S. Eliot Persistent pain in memories A cup, a couch and you and me I'd rather howl and sing with trees Than try and explain What I said and what I meant Tattered talk of betterment Love was lost or was it spent? Is anybody sane? Terrified to close the mouth Comfort when the words come out Streams and streamers spit and shout Alleviate the brain There's no returning, you and I Round the moon and by and by Fog that fills the earth and sky It leaves a dreary stain Through the yellow nightmare haze Regret and doom and wasted days You can't fool fate in Shakespeare plays You can't escape the rain by Richard W. Bray
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January 25, 2025
I only have one thing to say What are you gonna do today? It's not a quiz There's no wrong answer Dance because you're not a dancer Cook some eggs Take a shower Photograph the Eiffel Tower Find a game You like to play Lollygag your time away Have a beverage With a friend Read a novel to the end Walk your dog Smell some flowers Sit around and talk for hours Meet a deadline With your team Binge a show about a queen Wax a roadster Hike the hills Debate the merits of free willIt's not about what others do Do the thing that's right for you by Richard W. Bray
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January 1, 2025
I told Candace Walter's cheating I told Megan she was fat I said Gail's looks are fleeting And that's such an ugly hat I told Dan his son's a loser And his wife is scarfing pills I told Frankie he's a boozer They should pay me for my skills I told Ted his breath is frightful It could make an angel cry The truth is so delightful I'm a great and fearless guy I'm tenacious and observant I refuse to pull my punches I'm a real public servant They should honor me at lunchesI'm a paladin of virtue In a world of falsity If reality can hurt you You're a fool for blaming me by Richard W. Bray
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November 29, 2024
We will find no comfort until the night melts away; until the fury of the night rots out its fire. -Djuna Barnes , Watchman, What of the Night? Get home before the sun goes down This ain't no ordinary town Cool your mind – keep out of sight Don't bestir the doom of night Hairy hounds released from hell Zombies under wicked spells Fiends and fury from The Fall Moloch Gorgon Satan Baal Tell-Tale Heart – The Witch of Coos Now it's time to pay your dues Spirits demons lunatics I hope your house is made of bricks Stay inside and lock the door Don't look outside – don't ask wherefore Calm your heart and clear your head Keep a lantern by your bed by Richard W. Bray
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November 20, 2024
no not never darkness empty ugly stupid laughing evil putrid nothing nowhere fear falling filthy dingy ruin senseless cracked crooked smelly frigid fruitless doomed dreary busted smear cruel crappy murder hateful burning blocked hopeless sneering creepy losing broken insincere by Richard W. Bray
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October 4, 2024
There's a cop He grew up in a boys home He never wants to see Anybody get hurt Every day There's a drop of corruption Makes it harder and harder To go back to workHay maestra She's got a big drafty classroom With torn up old books And thirty bags of need Every day She comes back for more She tries and she triumphs And she teaches kids to read There's a staffer At a place full of kids They overwhelm and devour And energize Every day The music and the laughter Fill and empty her heart And brighten up her eyes by Richard W. Bray
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August 2, 2024
I hang on to my hatred Cuz it tastes so good It's safe and familiar Like my neighborhood I hang on to my hatred Cuz it knows my name Wagging that tail It's totally tame I hang on to my hatred Cuz it's always the same It doesn't go changing And hurting my brain I hang on to my hatred To ward off the pain It's a great place to hide From the Universal stain I hang on to my hatred So the acid in my guts Can find a new home Instead of driving me nuts by Richard W. Bray
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