Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

Are Three-Syllable Words the Coolest Words, or What?

February 13, 2014

woven baskets

Why are handwoven baskets so lovely? Because human beings have an inborn hunger for beauty. And just as it is impossible to separate the utilitarian function of handicraft from its artistic function, the inherent beauty of the sounds and rhythms of words cannot be severed from the practical application of language.

That’s why everyone who speaks is a poet.

Just as a canary cannot read music, speakers of English needn’t study linguistics in order to employ rhyme, rhythm, assonance, and alliteration in their everyday speech.

The sportscaster is a poet when he says:

THAT BALL is OUTta here.

Instead of saying:

Chris Davis just hit another homerun.

And the adman is a poet when he writes:

BURGers are BETter at BURGer TOWN.

Instead of saying:

The chefs at Burger Town cook delicious burgers.

And the schoolteacher is a poet when she says in singsong:

PUT your PAPErs in the PACKet.

Instead of saying:

The assignment should be placed inside your homework folder.

And W.H. Auden is a poet when he tells us that the lover is

UNDer an ARCH of the RAILway

Instead of saying that the love smitten fellow is located

Underneath the elevated train tracks

Three-Syllable Words

We create poetry by collocating different types of words. And many of my favorite words have three syllables. (I have an unprovable theory that three-syllable words are the coolest words in the English language.)

There are three types of three-syllable words: Dactyls, Amphibrachs, and Anapests. Here are some examples:

Dactyl (The first syllable is stressed.)

Wonderful
Beautiful
Happily
Musical
Satisfy
Halibut
Excellent
Matterhorn
Saturday
Popular

Amphibrach (The second syllable is stressed.)

Accepted
Regardless
Terrific
Amazement
Exhaustion
Persistent
Reunion
Electric
Horizon


Anapest
(The third syllable is stressed.)

Incomplete
Misinformed
Unemployed
Understand
Interrupt
Comprehend
Unafraid
Absolute
Kangaroo

by Richard W. Bray

Valerie Victeema

November 30, 2013

victim

Life is out to get her
It happens all the time
It can never be misfortune
It has to be a crime
Never try to tell her
That pain is all around
Her suffering is special
She wears it like a crown

Everything is tragic
For Valerie Victeema

She had a bad day
It was worse than Hiroshima

The trouble she’s seen
Everyone must know
She’s fishing for some pity
Everywhere she goes
Cry, complain and whimper
Grumble, bitch and groan
Valerie’s existence
Is a never-ending moan

Everything is tragic
For Valerie Victeema

When her toilet overflowed
She reported it to FEMA

by Richard W. Bray

A Guy I Saw

August 14, 2013

sadman

Life could never punish me enough
For everything I did

I struggle just to say my name
A single word could knock me down
It hurts to breathe
It hurts to think
It hurts to move

Helpers tell me it’s ok:
The sky won’t shatter if I smile

by Richard W. Bray

The Misanthrope’s Prayer

July 4, 2013

misanthropy

People are a waste of time
With all their petty wants and needs
Alone I’ll get along just fine

This putrid planet is not kind
It spawned a dirty wanton breed
People are a waste of time

Humans beings: a horde of slime
A mass of filthy carnal deeds
Alone I’ll get along just fine

Creation is a wretched crime
A dirty lot it grows and feeds
People are a waste of time

If someone would just cut the vine
And scatter all the human seeds
Alone I’ll get along just fine

I curse the careless cold Divine
His ghastly garden full of weeds
People are a waste of time
Alone I’ll get along just fine

Richard W. Bray

Can’t Fix the World

June 13, 2013

grasping the world

You can stick a gun
In somebody’s face
You can even pull the trigger
But you cannot replace
His kin, his land, his God
And his creed
Not for bread alone
Is a man gonna bleed

You can raise an army
You can send it overseas
But you ain’t gonna change
What people believe
You can make a bunch of widows
And kids without moms
But you can’t fix the world
With cluster bombs

You can turn whole nations
Into danger zones
Or you can concentrate
On taking care of your own
You can try to control
What’s beyond your command
Or you can focus on building
A better homeland

Richard W. Bray

The Dweebs of War

June 7, 2013

chickenhawks

Playing Risk in the dorm
Was their private Desert Storm
Never seen a soldier bleed
Yet they’re certain that we need
Lumps of hot, flying metal
To get our problems settled

They’re the tough-typing think-tankers
Sorry-ass war-wankers
They’re the last ones to get hurt
Hiding in their daughter’s skirt
Living in a world at peace
Losers can’t get no release

Richard W. Bray

A Friend of a Friend

May 4, 2013

ufoprobe

A friend of a friend
Says bigfoot’s alive
He walks his chihuahua
On Huntington Drive

A friend of a friend
Slept on the lawn
He awoke in a hotel
His kidneys were gone

A friend of my cat
Fell out of a plane
The cat limped away
With a minor sprain

A friend of a friend
Is completely insane
Cuz an earwig attacked
And ate up his brain

A friend of a friend
Dropped some mints in his soda
The resulting reaction
Made his kitchen exploda’

A friend of a friend
Keeps a clone in the freezer
With all his spare parts
He’s the healthiest geezer

A friend of a friend
Got a knock on the door
From a friend who died
Twenty years before

A friend of a friend
Saw some lights in space
Then he got probed
In a delicate place


I swear on my life
I’m not a gullible guy
I believe it all
Cuz my friends don’t lie

Richard W. Bray

Wastingtown, DC

April 26, 2013

 

corruptionWe’ll spend the people’s money as we please
Entitled to an endless building boom
Living in the District of Disease

We’ll charge a tariff every time you sneeze
We’ll tax your rest when you are in your tomb
We’ll spend the people’s money as we please

It’s still your country we just hold the keys
It’s still your cloth, but we control the loom
Living in the District of Disease

Be sure to pay your taxes and your fees
We need it to enlarge the endless room
We’ll spend the people’s money as we please

We won’t stop until you’re on your knees
Our project calls for universal doom
Living in the District of Disease

We squeeze and squeeze and squeeze and squeeze and squeeze
And everybody else can suck on fumes
We’ll spend the people’s money as we please
Living in the District of Disease

Richard W. Bray

One Way Trip

April 14, 2013

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If I had lived a different life
In a different house with a different wife
With different kids and different pets
Would I still feel the same regrets?

Days gone by I can’t retrieve
The past’s a place we all must leave
Though it’s not easy to believe

Lamenting is a waste of time
Hardly worth this little rhyme
Now I must resume my climb

Life’s a trip that goes one way
Today cannot be yesterday
So laugh and sing and love and play
And carry on, come what may

Richard W. Bray

Alliterative Animal Kingdom

April 8, 2013

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Round the rampant rugged rocks
Rude and ragged rascals run.

W.H. Auden

Queasy koalas quarrel and quibble
Noisy gnus nag and nibble
Hefty horses heave and hoe
Shameless sheep shop and show

Playful pigs prance and preen
Careful cats cook and clean
Dancing dogs dally and drink
Thirteen thoroughbreds thank and think

Buoyant bunnies broil and bake
Rampant rhinos rush and rake
Slippery seals splash and splish
While wayward weasels wonder and wish

by Richard W. Bray