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
Posts Tagged ‘poery’
Frazzlepat
July 4, 2024Dance, 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
Sundays Too
July 1, 2023
It’s not a little thing When breakfast is ready Lunches are packed And the house is warm It’s not a little thing When dishes are done Laundry is clean And your coat’s by the door It’s not a little thing Who’s sleeping in your bed When it’s someone who supports Everything you do It’s not a little thing When you go out in the world Knowing that there’s someone Who really loves you By Richard W. Bray
The list of acceptable ideas
June 6, 2023
I once met a traveler From a foreign land He beguiled our village Taking about his clan He told us thoughts were free Like the air we breathe And there isn't any list Of acceptable ideas We laughed and hollered We slapped our knees That man was crazy As a basket full of bees Without instructions Nothing makes sense You'll say the wrong thing You'll surely give offense We showed him the list That's pinned to the wall In every building And meeting hall It tells us what to think It tells us what to say Folks who disagree Are quickly sent away The list brings order The list brings peace The list brings love And harmony Without the list Life would be insane Who would we bless? And who would we blame? That kooky old traveler Just shook his head He sneaked away quiet When we were still in bed by Richard W. Bray
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