Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

Lunch Among the Ruins

September 11, 2020

O heart! oh blood that freezes, blood that burns!
   Earth’s returns
For whole centuries of folly, noise and sin!

Robert Browning, Love Among the Ruins

In a land once ruled by thieves
We walk beneath the trees
Among the fallen leaves

Paths once paved with gravel
Too overgrown for travel
Reveal a world unraveled

Betrayal winks and nods
An empire built of fraud
Amused indifferent gods

Right before their eyes
A world of endless lies
Erupts in bloody skies

A picnic on the glen
With a special friend
Another season ends

by Richard W. Bray

Birds Gotta Swim

August 23, 2020

Even a theory requires some facts, Captain
Commander Spock

Fish gotta swim
Birds gotta fly
A penguin is a fish
There’s an ostrich in the sky

The sky is blue
Cuz it’s jealous of the sea
Doggie says bark
Cuz he’s looking for a tree

Zebra, bongo, tiger
Bumblebee and marlin
Grew some pretty stripes
To dazzle their darlin’

They say a clock’s wise
And time marches on
But as soon as time happens
It’s already gone

The cow never jumped
Higher than the moon
Cows don’t jump at all—
It was a kangaroo

Sometimes I wonder
What’s it all about?
But things are pretty simple
When you figure ‘em out

by Richard W.  Bray

like it or not

August 15, 2020

Sometimes perhaps you don’t want to be a part of me.
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
But we are, that’s true!

Langston Hughes, Theme for English B

8 billion bodies
all collected
life is never
what’s expected
tell yourself
you’re not affected
but everything
is all connected

green and blue
it’s all we got
this lovely living
spinning spot
all condemned to
live the thought—
stuck together
like it or not

stuck together
like it or not

stuck together
like it or not

by Richard W. Bray

steamed carrots

June 27, 2020

have you ever noticed steamed carrots?
they almost stun you into another dimension
and they taste so good
and they come right out of the ground
I wonder if Father Hopkins
ever wrote about steamed carrots

by Richard W. Bray

All We Need of Hell

March 19, 2020

Parting is all we know of heaven
And all we need of hell

Emily Dickinson, My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close

I always thought we’d have you
I always knew you cared
I always felt your presence
Your love was everywhere

Suddenly I feel it
Everything is wrong
Nothing’s where it should be
And half the sky is gone

The flowers on the hillside
The birds passing by
Sing to me of your love
In a cosmic lullaby

By Richard W. Bray

all the rythms of life

September 26, 2019

So it is in life—from sun, to moon, to earth, to night, to day, to you getting up in the morning and going out to play a game of ball. All the rhythms of life are in some way related, one to another.
Langston Hughes, The First Book of Rhythm

That basketball was like a basketball to me.
Basketball Jones

I toss it in the air
And sometimes it goes in
I share it with my friends
And get it back again

Shooting hoops alone
I’m never in a hurry
It’s easy to be me
Pretending I’m Steph Curry

Playing all day long
Till every muscle hurts
Pounding on the asphalt
Till we’re covered up in dirt

by Richard W. Bray

but you’re not me

September 16, 2019


if i were you were you were you
Wanda Coleman

If I was you
I’d grow out my hair
And tuck my shirt
In my underwear

If I was you
I’d get me a tan
I’d drive a red truck
And drink like a man

If I was you
I’d get a good job
Stop dressing like a fool
And looking like a slob

Stop acting stupid
Making up your rhyme
Get outta bed early
Chew thirty-seven times

you say a lot more
than you ever really do
who ever said
that i wanna be you?

by Richard W. Bray

Play

August 3, 2019

Parents used to tell their kids
Just go outside and play
Now they’re scared to let them out
We lock them up all day

Parents used to give their kids
Active, sporty toys
A set of blocks, a rubber ball
For healthy girls and boys

Get outside and move around
Every boy and girl
Engage your body and your mind
And feel this living world

By Richard W. Bray

I’m just gonna be me

June 1, 2019

I like to eat a sandwich
With pickles and sardines
I step on every crack
And my room is never clean

You got a picture in your head
The guy I’m sposed to be
I don’t care what anybody says
I’m just gonna be me

I wear my jammies all day long
I sleep in a tuxedo
Take me out to dinner
And I’ll wear my brand new Speedos

A body needs some freedom
Wouldn’t you agree?
I don’t care what anybody says
I’m just gonna be me

Nobody should believe
What everybody knows
All the grownups bow to kings
Who don’t have any clothes

You got a picture in your head
The guy I’m sposed to be
I don’t care what anybody says
I’m just gonna be me

By Richard W. Bray

Hello Hello

May 4, 2019

Hello Hello
It’s nice to me you
I’m such a happy little girl
That’s my mommy
That’s my grandpa
It’s a happy sunshine world

I hope somebody loves you
Are you lucky
Just like me?
Everybody
Should be happy
I love everyone I see

by Richard W. Bray