Hyenas hustle
Curtains rustle
Candles flicker
Spirits snicker
What's that
Frazzlepat?
Jiggling bed's
Just in my head
Somewhere
Over the cuckoo's nest
I shut my eyes
But there isn't any rest
by Richard W. Bray
Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
Frazzlepat
July 4, 2024Wystan and Emily
May 11, 2024
life comes at me in rhythm
words come at me in rhyme
toil teaching wisdom
the only place is time
walk along the seashore
frolicking in the snow
tasting all the sunshine
existing as i go
Wystan and Emily
sang a sonnet just for me
silently throughout the years
it danced a journey to my ears
by Richard W. Bray
Miscommunication
April 7, 2024
Got a new snork vorple
It's really kuper-kippy
It keeps me wipple-wapple
When the wunk is wappy-wippy
I don't like your gornpop
You're such a norky noobler
The mips are full of zanzi-plips
Don't jim-jomp on the goobler
When I was young, we porpled
We confoobled for a song
But now the nukstips borbalize
And snirkbob all day long
Don't call me a fubble flooper
Just cuz I'm purpipsy
The dinder dob is nabby dab
Someday you'll bloop the blipsy
by Richard W. Bray
the smallest things
February 4, 2024
everything is charged
with energy and light
glory grace and grandeur
beyond the realm of sight
hunger and salvation
misery and desire
more than we can handle
too close to the fire
there's a universe of goodness
in the smallest things
kindness is eternal
every moment sings
by Richard W. Bray
let the people heal
January 27, 2024
All the times that I've cried
Keeping everything I knew inside
It's hard
But it's harder to ignore it
–Cat Stevens (Yusuf Islam)
greed and war and vanity
liars on tv
crooks and phonies
creeps and fools
try and influence me
endless brutality
things i cant unsee
i just need some room to breathe
some space
to be me
cant they hear our cries?
do they know how to feel?
stop the taking
stop the killing
and let the people heal
by Richard W. Bray
Similes for Her Style
January 12, 2024
Laughter like a desert spring
Perfection like a flower
Smile like a meteor
Shelter like a tree
Spirit like a forest
Brilliance like a star
Endurance like a mountain
Mystery like the sea
Refreshment like a rainstorm
Compassion like the sun
Beauty like a gemstone
Out of reach for me
by Richard W. Bray
The Fall of Icarus
December 17, 2023
When truth melts your delusions
Like a pair of wax wings
Tumbling through your head
Go a thousand random things
Daily fabrications
Avoiding with a sigh
Things that you might notice
When you walk instead of fly
Peering down from clouds
Such a curious location
What one mistakes for clarity
Could be dissociation
by Richard W. Bray
The Rage of Life
November 26, 2023
There were always babies at the bus station and they were always crying. And these were not mild complaints. I couldnt understand how the least discomfort could take the form of agony. No other creature was so sensitive. The more I thought about it the clearer it became to me that what I was hearing was rage…
The rage of children seemed inexplicable other than as a breach of some deep and innate covenant having to do with how the world should be and wasnt. I understood that their raw exposure to the world was the world.
You dont think this is all a bit fanciful?
I do think.
How would a child know how the world should be?
A child would have to be born so. A sense of justice is common to the world. All mammals certainly. A dog knows perfectly well what is fair and what is not. He didnt learn it. He came with it.
—from Stella Maris by Cormac McCarthy
You're gonna wonder why
As you wander on your way
The unfairness of the world
Will make a body rage
Don't be scared of words
Watch out for stones and sticks
You won't get blown away
When you build your thoughts with bricks
Perpetual injustice
Is an insult to the soul
Evil is eternal
Resistance makes us whole
A thousand paths before us
So many ways to live
It's a wicked wicked world
When we forget how to forgive
by Richard W. Bray
Captain Captious
November 18, 2023
The fish wasn't fresh The server was late The "hand squeezed juice" Was frozen concentrate The peas were canned It was domestic cheese The Chardonnay was warm And they didn’t let it breathe I’m such a good person. Can’t you see? The world depends on people like me To maintain decorum and decency The movie was dreadful The plot was stale The acting was wooden An absolute fail The mountains were awful The snow was cold It smelled like pine The rocks were old I’m such a good person. Can’t you see? The world depends on people like me To maintain decorum and decency The novel was stuffy A disgrace to the arts The story was filled With boring parts What a hideous house And don't call me a hater Somebody oughta kill The decorator I’m such a good person. Can’t you see? The world depends on people like me To maintain decorum and decency by Richard W. Bray
Dance, Dance, Dance
November 11, 2023
Dance, dance, for the figure is easy,
The tune is catching and will not stop;
Dance till the stars come down from the rafters;
Dance, dance, dance till you drop.
–W. H. Auden, Death’s Echo
Laughing in the face of evil What else can you do? Hold on real tight To what’s good and close and true You can only forgive What was done to you Everything else Is left to You Know Who The mind makes hell from heaven It makes heaven out of hell Own the space inside your head And keep yourself well A lot of things will happen You don't always have to tell Live your own story It's not a thing to sell Wish everyone the best Play your own part And dance every moment To the song in your heart by Richard W. Bray
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