Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

the space between

May 18, 2022

Time was somewhere else
In a universe of two
Bewitched and bedazzled
There was only you

The light, the air
The space between
Charged by the sparks
That cannot be seen

Colors overflow
Molecules conspire
Angels hold their breath
And stop to admire

The light, the air
The space between
Charged by the sparks
That cannot be seen

by Richard W. Bray

I Lift My Lids

May 7, 2022

I lift my lids and all is born again.
—Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl's Love Song

So many dreams
Inside my head
Treasure and triumph
And beauty and dread
I lift my lids
To you instead

What disappeared 
Is born anew 
My moon-struck songs
Are all of you
Drops of bliss
Like morning dew

Rise and roar
And meet the world
Music until now
Unheard
My dream my life 
My thunderbird

by Richard W. Bray

pretending

March 17, 2022

Painting pictures
Of people in your head
Inventing words
You wish they really said

Pretending
The world exists for you
Pretending
The same old lies are new
Pretending 
You don't do what you do

Tearing worlds apart
Trying to get whole
You take and take
And empty out your soul

Pretending
To pity what you hate
Pretending
That bitterness is fate
Pretending
That two plus two is eight

by Richard W. Bray

Love Angry

February 17, 2022

Love angry
Love selfish
Love empty
Love cruel
Love like a miser
Love like a fool

Love stupid
Love needy
Love lying
Love loud
Love like a loser
Always too proud

Love hopeless
Love hurtful
Love hungry
Love vain
Love like a bully 
Pass along pain

by Richard W. Bray

The things of this world

February 11, 2022

Wake and rise
Live aware
Hunks of matter
Dance in air

Raise your arms
Plant your toes
Release your body 
Mix your soul

Get outdoors
Touch some dirt
Smell the sky
And live the hurt

by Richard W. Bray

Wacky doodle doo

February 5, 2022

Wacky doodle doo
I just lost my shoe
Hopping off to school
I never follow rules

Hip hip Horatio
I live in outer spacio
Napping on the moon
I'll visit Venus soon

Sippy Ki-Yay
My juice box is ok
Free Fi Fo Fum
He never bothered anyone

I don't know the muffin man
Too dense, too dry, and too much bran
Get it off my table
I'll have another bagel

Roses are yellow
Davey is mellow
Violets are purple
Tammy likes myrtle

Big Bo Peep
She don't need no sheep
She's happy, smart, and rich
And sweaters make her itch

by Richard W. Bray

The thing that’s always there

January 24, 2022





The thing that's always there
In the alcoves of your mind
The thing that makes you lie
The thing that makes you blind

The thing you never mention
When you try and talk sense
Gossip, movies, politics
And current events

The thing that's deep below
And always at the surface
The ghost in the attic
The phantom in the furnace

Try and stay busy
Avoid, disrupt, deny
Wash your brain with booze
It never leaves your side

by Richard W. Bray

relentlessly describing

December 26, 2021

What kind of beast would turn its life into words?
Adrienne Rich

Relentlessly describing
Everything I see
I got a magic eye
The world will notice me

Countless dinner parties
Living in the glow
Don't know why I'm crying
Feelings come and go

Candor in my vision
The covenant I keep
I see for miles and miles
But I don't look in too deep

Wealth and fame and glory
Always on the phone
I told a thousand stories
But I never knew my own

by Richard W. Bray

So beautiful it hurts

December 17, 2021

laughing girls
and romping boys 
a thousand lovely  
aching joys  

spots of time
the spirit captures 
mundane moments 
dizzy raptures 

drink all this 
the blessèd mood 
little things
felt and viewed 

By Richard W. Bray 

Beware the Wooky Wabble

November 19, 2021

Beware the Wooky Wabble
In the Torple Tapple Tree
He vexonted Carroll Lewis
And he almost blurbled me

Beware the Wooky Wabble
Deceptive in its art
He looks just like a nuknak
But he’s wipple wapple smart

Beware the Wooky Wabble
With his chriomatic forge
He swings a brutesome blade
Lacerating Gordon George

Beware the Wooky Wabble
He sporpled Miss D.H.
She keeps on writing books
But they’re only one page

Beware the Wooky Wabble
He bedeviled Milton John
He behemothed Shelley Percy
Till the raspity of dawn

by Richard W. Bray