Fiends and Fury

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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this petty pace from day to day

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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Stuff that bores and clogs my pores

November 10, 2024 


Who I am
And where I am
And what I'm gonna do
It's the trail I gotta take
It's not about you

Taking time
To live my rhyme
And find what 
I can find

Ain't got time
For reading minds
And sniffing 
Fools' behinds 

Stuff that bores
And clogs my pores
I just let it be

Listening to my nightmares
To understand my dreams

by Richard W. Bray

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Crescent moons and show tunes and monarch butterflies

October 26, 2024 






I like rainy days and Ibsen plays and lonesome lullabies
Long walks and funny talks and folks that don't tell lies 

I like hound dogs and yule logs and films that make me cry
Crescent moons and show tunes and monarch butterflies

I like sunsets and Mookie Betts and Rome before the fall
Short naps and ginger snaps and pickup basketball

I like hay bales and mountain trails and comfy old shoes
Warm smiles and sundials and women just like you

I got nothing planned
So take my hand
And let's talk about you
Maybe, you and me
Can find something to do 

by Richard W. Bray






				


				
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Yucky Yucky Yucky You

				October 18, 2024 

				

					












Ewww!

Yucky
Yucky
Yucky
You!

Stomped
On
My
Heart
And
Made
Me 
Blue

Yucky
Yucky
Yucky
You!

Ewww!

How
Come
You'll
Never
Be
True?

Yucky
Yucky
Yucky
You!

Ewww!

Every
Thing
I
See
And
Do

Makes
Me 
Think
Of 
Yucky
You

Yucky
Yucky
Yucky
You!

Ewww!

Napoleon
At
Water 
Loo

A 
Torn
And 
Stinky
Old
Shoe

A 
Pile 
Of
Poo
Locked
In
The 
Loo

Are 
Glad
They
Never
Met
You

Ewww!

Yucky
Yucky
Yucky
You!

I'd
Rather
Eat
A 
Cork
Screw

Than
Be
With 
Yucky
Yucky
You

Ewww!

Yucky
Yucky
Yucky
You!

by Richard W. Bray
















				


				
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Social Persistence

				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 work

Hay 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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Wash it by hand and hang it up to dry

				October 1, 2024 

				

					
















Wash it by hand
And hang it up to dry
Life is too precious
To spin yourself dry

Walk downtown 
To the paper store
You can ask your grandpa
What paper is for

A tiny little phone
Can suck you down to hell
People tear you apart
Like they're ringing a bell

The sun gives us warmth
And energy
It's a beautiful day
Go climb a tree

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Best of Creation

				September 20, 2024 

				

					

















Happy and laffy
And healthy and whole
Vibrant and lovely
In body and soul

Jump on my shoulders 
I'll lift up your world
The best of creation
A kindhearted girl

I'll be your servant
I'll be your clown
Don't ever stop laughing
Don't ever get down

Jump on my shoulders 
I'll lift up your world
The best of creation
A kindhearted girl

Horrors and hopeless
Life gets so cold
Warm up my world
With a hand I can hold

Jump on my shoulders
I'll lift up your world
The best of creation
A kindhearted girl

by Richard W. Bray





				


				
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The good thing was I knew I wasn’t good enough for you

				September 17, 2024 

				

					













The good thing was I knew
I wasn't good enough for you
As your love for me grew
There was nothing left to do

I crawled away from your skirt
My digression was overt
Digging deeper in the dirt
I could never stop your hurt

The good thing was I knew
I could never love you true
I didn't have the will to stop
Until our love was on top

Now I'm a silly stupid fool
And my carelessness was cruel
The good thing was I knew
I wasn't good enough for you

by Richard W. Bray

				


				
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Panpsychism

				September 8, 2024 

				

					





















Beyond the white snowy silence
And the nothing that is here
The hunger for existence
Overcomes its natural fear

Energy and motion
Eons gurgle into years
Consciousness and matter
Are suddenly clear

Every proton, every planet
Is alive and sincere
You can still hear the music
When it all disappears

by Richard W. Bray

				


				
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