Posts Tagged ‘friendship’

I hope you smile when you think about me

October 1, 2016

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We served
Next to each other
We worked
And we played
We got
A lot done
And we showed up
Every day

I hope you smile
When you think about me
And all the things
That we been through
I hope you smile
When you think about me
I’m smiling when
I think of you

Times change
And people change
Big ole rivers
Roll along
And the people
You get used to
Sometimes they have
To move on

I hope you smile
When you think about me
And all the things
That we been through
I hope you smile
When you think about me
I’m smiling when
I think of you

by Richard W. Bray

Dippy Dippy Dappy

April 21, 2015

You said that
I was boney
You can’t ride
My pony

You said I
Was a fool
Don’t swim
In my pool

Neener Neener Neener Neener
Neener Neener New
You weren’t nice to me
I won’t be friends with you

You said that
I’m unstable
Don’t come sit
At my table

You said that
I look funny
You can’t
Pet my bunny

Neener Neener Neener Neener
Neener Neener New
You weren’t nice to me
I won’t be friends with you

Maybe I
Should try again
Do you wanna
Be my friend?

Dippy Dippy Dippy Dippy
Dippy Dippy Dappy
Give someone another chance
And you will be more happy

by Richard W. Bray

Homey and a Half

March 23, 2014

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Author’s note: I’ll never forget the first time I’m heard the word homey. Circa 1986, I was waiting for the northbound bus where College Avenue meets Broadway in the great American city of Oakland, California with a pair of teenagers who were ditching school. They were planning on meeting some friends to hang out at somebody’s house. (Yes, I was eavesdropping.) One of them ran across the street to use a payphone (remember payphones?) just as the bus appeared.

“Yo, homey,” his friend alerted. I immediately loved this new word. I’m seriously into words.

Homey and a Half

Life is scary
Life is bleak
It ain’t no place
For the week
Friends will help
You get along
That’s why
I wrote this song

You’re a homey and a half
And you always make me laugh
You’re a comrade and helper and a chum
You’re a homey and a half
You’re the wheat without the chaff
You’re the one I want beside me in a scrum

Can’t take nothing
To the grave
There’s only
Memories to save
The times we
Share with friends
Mean the most
In the end

You’re a homey and a half
And you always make me laugh
You’re a comrade and helper and a chum
You’re a homey and a half
You’re the wheat without the chaff
You’re the one I want beside me in a scrum

by Richard W. Bray