idiotic therapeutic wishy washy boo hoo sticks and stones Do words break bone? crazy as a cuckoo stop your sobbin silly robin wings to fly beak for bobbin skippin to my lu-lu trigger warning every morning scaredy cat don't do that just accept your boo boo toughen up buttercup batter up and to yourself be true true by Richard W. Bray
The quiet of the sky The passion of the trees The wisdom of the rocks Educating me Unremembered kindness Murmurs in the breeze The wonders of a world That willed itself to be Experience the grandeur Of a world that isn’t clean Open up your senses Pull away from the screen by Richard W. Bray
Eights and sevens Threes and twos Math brings everything Into view Trapezoid, rhombus Cubes and squares Imagine, calculate And compare Fraction, cosine Denominator Essential tools To make us greater Find the difference Plot the graph Perceive, predict And build with math Engineer, geologist Statistician, nurse Math paints a picture Of the universe Tessellation Infinity Contemplating Reality by Richard W. Bray
unruly, rambunctious, exhausting and wild there’s no greater love than the love of a child boundless, colossal, extending for miles there is no restraining the love of a child needy and hopeful, touching and mild the heaviest burden, the love of a child investing your marrow, refunded in smiles there’s no greater love than the love of a child by Richard W. Bray
Henny Henny Penny says “The sky is falling down Pack up everything you got And get out of town” Henny Henny Penny says “It’s never been this bad The world is off its rocker And everyone is mad” Henny Henny Penny says “Life don’t make no sense I need a load of bricks To build a bigger fence” Henny Henny Penny says “Never go outside It’s a crazy crazy world So find a place to hide” Henny Henny Penny says “Protect your mental health You don’t want to go crazy Like everybody else” By Richard W. Bray
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
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
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
Round the rampant rugged rocks
Rude and ragged rascals run.
—W.H. Auden
Queasy koalas quarrel and quibble
Noisy gnus nag and nibble
Hefty horses heave and hoe
Shameless sheep shop and show
Playful pigs prance and preen
Careful cats cook and clean
Dancing dogs dally and drink
Thirteen thoroughbreds thank and think
Buoyant bunnies broil and bake
Rampant rhinos rush and rake
Slippery seals splash and splish
While wayward weasels wonder and wish
by Richard W. Bray
Annie’s destructful brother
Is a boogerypoopish mess.
Others have botherly brothers,
But Willie’s a vexsome pest.
Annie’s funtastic birthday
Was a jubilatious delight
Till Willie stealthed into her bedroom
Beneath the dimful light.
When the girls were finally sleepish
They detectified Willie’s disguise.
He was costumated in undies.
The girls were were horrorized.
Annie was fully rageistic.
Screamfully, she cried:
“Abandonate this monster.
He must be porchified.”
Her parents wisefully noted
That though they were temptified,
They’d be keeping her boisterly brother.
Annie felt beastish inside.
Richard W. Bray
I checked the desk
I checked the drawer
I checked the chair
I checked the door
I checked my suit
I checked my coat
I checked my truck
I checked my boat
Where can they be
Those blasted keys?
Where would I be
If I were keys?
I looked here
And I looked there
I even said
A little prayer
I looked sooner
I looked later
I even checked
My ‘frigerator
Did I put them in my pants?
Or did I leave them in my car?
They can run and they can hide
But they will not get very far
Richard W. Bray
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