Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’
June 13, 2014
Anybody sitting here?
Good Lord, I need a drink
Let me offer you some beer
You can tell me what you think
I’m in here every day
Drinking is my life
Wanna throw it all away
Since I lost my wife
She ran off to Beijing
With my business partner, Ted
She says he’s more exciting
And an animal in bed
So tell me, What’s your story?
It can’t be sad as mine
My father never liked me
And my mother dated swine
My people are afflicted
When it comes to crime
My sister was convicted
And my brother’s doing time
I didn’t catch your name
Would you like another shot?
They tell me I’m insane
I’ve mortgaged all I got
I’ve always been unhappy
You look like you work out
I’m doing pretty crappy
With psoriasis and gout
Didn’t mean to bend your ear
It’s just what I do
I’ve never seen you here
So tell me about you
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:Alcoholism, Humor, humorous poetry, losers, Poetry, TMI
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June 1, 2014
Strangers sharing all their troubles
Actors living inside bubbles
Lucky, privileged, pampered babies
Make me foam like I got rabies
I got a list inside my head
Of all the people I want dead
I focus focus all my spite
On other people day and night
And I could torture all the swine
Who don’t decide when they’re in line
Chatting up the checkout gal
Like she’s their oldest living pal
I got a list inside my head
Of all the people I want dead
I push my anger far and wide
Cuz I don’t wanna look inside
I ruminate with all my might
On every slander, every slight
The lineup is a mile long
Of all the folks who done me wrong
I got a list inside my head
Of all the people I want dead
I try and try and try and try
To swallow hate until they die
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:Poetry, resentment
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May 25, 2014
so many times
so many ways
i hurt you
for what I am
and who
i want to be
i devour
i disrupt and
i endure
my hunger
slashes you
it nibbles me
a thousand times
i can say
i’m sorry
but that’s
a stupid song
i sing for me
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:love, pain, Poetry
Posted in Lyrics, Poetry | Leave a Comment »
May 25, 2014
We have what it takes to set you free
Money and bullets and boots and blood
We’re everything that you want to be
The model of modern society
Wash away fossils in crimson flood
We have what it takes to set you free
Inside you is a another form of me
We’re putting our values out to stud
We’re everything that you want to be
We’re the glory of all humanity
So embrace your liberation, Bud
We have what it takes to set you free
Steaming hot piles of Democracy
Fashioning our dominion of mud
We’re everything that you want to be
Bombs build dreams like factories
Shimmering cities on a hill of crud
We have what it takes to set you free
We’re everything that you want to be
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:hubris, imperialism, Poetry, Villanelle, War
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May 11, 2014
Sorrow seems more general than it did, and not the estate of a few persons, since the war began; and if the anguish of others helped one with one’s own, now would be many medicines.
Suffer, squirm, and die
I hope your life is hell
Your hurt is my elixir
I’m doing pretty well
Your torment is my tonic
Your pain is my success
I pray for mass affliction
I feed on your distress
Your agony refreshes
And fills my world with joy
The cure for all that ails
Is to damage and destroy
Misery rejuvenates
It whitens every stain
All of my misfortune
Is abolished in your pain
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:Emily Dickinson, Poetry, War
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May 7, 2014
In the dirty grubby grime
Is where I like to spend my time
Nothing feeds the living blood
Like sloppy teeming murky mud
I genuflect and praise and bless
The sullied sloppy sultry mess
A boggy swamp rejuvenates
The muck is where life germinates
Terrified of nature’s touch
Are folks who like to bathe too much
You’ll be inert and none the wiser
With too much soap and sanitizer
Deliver me from points pristine
The antiseptic and the clean
Spotless dreams cannot console
The barren sparkling stainless soul
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:dirty, filth, grime, muck, Poetry
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April 17, 2014
I ate your lunch, but don’t you see?
You left it right in front of me
I’m sorry that you’re feeling cross
I’m sorry but you’re not my boss
All my friends thought it was funny
When I dipped your phone in honey
I’m sorry you can’t take a joke
I’m sorry you’re a stodgy bloke
I’ll raise some hell and make a fuss
I’ll fart and belch and shout and cuss
I’m sorry if you think I’m rude
I’m sorry you’re a silly prude
As long as everyone is free
I’ll be the man I want to be
I’m sorry you’re hung up on rules
I’m sorry you were raised by fools
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:bad manners, Children's Literature, Humor, humorous poetry, Poetry, rude people
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March 16, 2014
Hate is compass
Hate is my staff
Anguish and squalor
Just make me laugh
Hate is my heart
Hate is my rose
I build my existence
On what I oppose
Hate is my harvest
Hate is my seed
I live to disfigure
And see people bleed
Hate is my passion
Hate is my hope
I bathe in its glory
It cleanses like soap
Hate is my raiment
Hate is my gear
War is my mother
My father is fear
Hate is my Rock
Hate is my creed
My faith is dynamic
It grows like a weed
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:hate, Poetry, Satan
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February 22, 2014
Those people loved their children too?
Afghanistan and Viet Nam
Pardon me; I never knew
Now they’re just a mass of goo
Or cinders left from firebombs
Those people loved their children too?
Lives destroyed and bodies strewn
Interrupting morning calm
Pardon me; I never knew
They’re savages, what can you do
But kill them all with robots bombs?
Those people love their children too?
Are they just like me and you?
Earnest dads and doting moms?
Pardon me; I never knew
I’ve been told; it must be true
They’d kill us all without a qualm
Those people love their children too?
Perhaps someday we’ll have a clue
Perhaps we’ll send them love and alms
Perhaps we’ll love their children too
Pardon me; I never knew
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:drones, Poetry, Villanelle
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