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February 22, 2014

Love enemies

Those people loved their children too?
Afghanistan and Viet Nam
Pardon me; I never knew

Now they’re just a mass of goo
Or cinders left from firebombs
Those people loved their children too?

Lives destroyed and bodies strewn
Interrupting morning calm
Pardon me; I never knew

They’re savages, what can you do
But kill them all with robots bombs?
Those people love their children too?

Are they just like me and you?
Earnest dads and doting moms?
Pardon me; I never knew

I’ve been told; it must be true
They’d kill us all without a qualm
Those people love their children too?

Perhaps someday we’ll have a clue
Perhaps we’ll send them love and alms
Perhaps we’ll love their children too
Pardon me; I never knew

by Richard W. Bray

Compassion

February 17, 2014

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Being mean
Don’t make a man
So love your neighbor
As you can

Compassion
Don’t grow on trees
It lives or dies
In you and me

I’ll never know
What you been through
But I can try
And comfort you

Compassion
Don’t grow on trees
It lives or dies
In you and me

Don’t hate folks
For being frail
A hardened heart
Is like a jail

Compassion
Don’t grow on trees
It lives or dies
In you and me

Try to have
A humble heart
Be thankful if
You’re strong and smart

Compassion
Don’t grow on trees
It lives or dies
In you and me

It don’t make
Much sense to live
If we can’t
Comfort and forgive

Compassion
Don’t grow on trees
It lives or dies
In you and me

by Richard W. Bray

Are Three-Syllable Words the Coolest Words, or What?

February 13, 2014

woven baskets

Why are handwoven baskets so lovely? Because human beings have an inborn hunger for beauty. And just as it is impossible to separate the utilitarian function of handicraft from its artistic function, the inherent beauty of the sounds and rhythms of words cannot be severed from the practical application of language.

That’s why everyone who speaks is a poet.

Just as a canary cannot read music, speakers of English needn’t study linguistics in order to employ rhyme, rhythm, assonance, and alliteration in their everyday speech.

The sportscaster is a poet when he says:

THAT BALL is OUTta here.

Instead of saying:

Chris Davis just hit another homerun.

And the adman is a poet when he writes:

BURGers are BETter at BURGer TOWN.

Instead of saying:

The chefs at Burger Town cook delicious burgers.

And the schoolteacher is a poet when she says in singsong:

PUT your PAPErs in the PACKet.

Instead of saying:

The assignment should be placed inside your homework folder.

And W.H. Auden is a poet when he tells us that the lover is

UNDer an ARCH of the RAILway

Instead of saying that the love smitten fellow is located

Underneath the elevated train tracks

Three-Syllable Words

We create poetry by collocating different types of words. And many of my favorite words have three syllables. (I have an unprovable theory that three-syllable words are the coolest words in the English language.)

There are three types of three-syllable words: Dactyls, Amphibrachs, and Anapests. Here are some examples:

Dactyl (The first syllable is stressed.)

Wonderful
Beautiful
Happily
Musical
Satisfy
Halibut
Excellent
Matterhorn
Saturday
Popular

Amphibrach (The second syllable is stressed.)

Accepted
Regardless
Terrific
Amazement
Exhaustion
Persistent
Reunion
Electric
Horizon


Anapest
(The third syllable is stressed.)

Incomplete
Misinformed
Unemployed
Understand
Interrupt
Comprehend
Unafraid
Absolute
Kangaroo

by Richard W. Bray

Broken

February 8, 2014

broken country

we got people to the moon
atop a big ole rocket
we got a thousand songs
to fit inside your pocket

we got politicians
with perfect teeth and hair
we got flying robots
that can kill you anywhere

we got favors for the rich folks
and prison for the poor
we got rampant unemployment
and never-ending war

we got a bunch of cameras
watching everything we do
we got a Constitution
but it don’t cover you

by Richard W. Bray

Madhouse Nuts

February 3, 2014

crazy love

Me and my man
We had a date
Would you believe
That he was late, late, late?
—Next day late

And when I finally
Saw that punk
Would you believe
That he was drunk, drunk, drunk?
—Smelly drunk

That loser is
My baby’s dad
Would you believe
That I am mad, mad, mad?
–Murder mad

This man is
More than I can take
Woul you believe
That he’s a snake, snake, snake?
–Walking snake

But I just love
The way he struts
Would you believe
That I am nuts, nuts, nuts?
–Madhouse nuts

by Richard W. Bray

Up to No Good

January 17, 2014

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You can call me paranoid
You can say I live for hate
When evildoers strike
It ain’t no time to debate
I’m gonna rain down some metal
When hoodlums congregate

They were up to no good
It’s my duty as a man
To protect my neighborhood
And do everything I can
I‘ve always understood
Sometimes a feller’s gotta fight
They were up to no good
That’s what gives me the right

Comes a time to make a stand
No matter what the cost
Things don’t always go as planned
Sometimes guiltless lives get lost
I try to do the best I can
It ain’t no cinch to be the boss

They were up to no good
It’s my duty as a man
To protect my neighborhood
And do everything I can
I‘ve always understood
Sometimes a feller’s gotta fight
They were up to no good
That’s what gives me the right

by Richard W. Bray

Wastingtown Redux

January 1, 2014

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Moochaholic money snatchers
Misanthropic power-grabbers
Avaricious Wallstreet bankers
Sycophantic KStreet barkers

The misappropriators
Down in Wastingtown
Take the people’s money
And spread it all around

Enterprisin keyster-kissers
Disbelievin merchandizers
Profiteering cluster-bombers
Homicidal problem-solvers

The misappropriators
Down in Wastingtown
Take the people’s money
And spread it all around

by Richard W. Bray

Stoodup

December 22, 2013

toodup


so we had some plans to meet
it was gonna be my treat
just another broke appointment
i’ll have to live the disappointment
and you used to be so sweet

so you’re never gonna come
now my heart is going numb
i sat for about an hour
with a bunch of wilting flowers
how could I ever be so dumb?

so I guess this is the end
you only liked me for a friend
all your kisses and your laughter
didn’t mean a whole lot after
is it so easy to pretend?

does it give your heart a thrill
when you close in for the kill?
is it true that you believe
you only win when you deceive?
or is it just your only skill?

by Richard W. Bray

Just What They Will

December 17, 2013

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folks gonna do just what they will
keep going till they get their fill
you can talk away your life
but you can’t live another’s strife

you only got one chance to live
there are so many ways to give
you can talk away your life
but you can’t live another’s strife

you gotta live in your own head
and so it goes until you’re dead
you can talk away your life
but you can’t live another’s strife

you can’t talk nobody sane
no matter how much you explain
you can talk away your life
but you can’t live another’s strife

by Richard W. Bray

An Old Car with a Good Paintjob

December 11, 2013

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Lord, give me a Mustang
Or a GTO
With some big chrome bumpers
I’ll be ready to go
I’ll take a Sixty-Eight Charger
Or an Oldsmobile
With no power nothing
And some big rubber wheels

I want an old car with a good paintjob
A big solid hunk of American steel
I want an old car with a good paintjob
Take me back to a time when things were real

Lord, give me a pickup
With a three on the tree
With my buddies in back
Like it’s supposed to be
I’ll take red Firebird
Or a Dodge Daytona
We’ll be haulin some ass
From here to Pomona

I want an old car with a good paintjob
A big solid hunk of American steel
I want an old car with a good paintjob
Take me back to a time when things were real

Don’t need a big piece of plastic
With fuel injection
Don’t need no unibody frame
For my protection
Just want an AM/FM
With all transistors
I’ll be hittin the road
Till my butt gets blisters

I want an old car with a good paintjob
A big solid hunk of American steel
I want an old car with a good paintjob
Take me back to a time when things were real

by Richard W. Bray