Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’
November 30, 2013
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
Tags:Humor, humorous poetry, Poetry, Valerie Victeema, victims
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August 14, 2013
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
Tags:pain, Poetry
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July 4, 2013
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
Tags:misanthropy, Poetry, Villanelle
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June 13, 2013
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
Tags:Poetry
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May 4, 2013
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
Tags:anal probes, bigfoot, earwigs, exploding Mentos, ghosts, Humor, humorous poetry, Poetry, ufos, urban legends
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April 26, 2013
We’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
Tags:free trade, los ladrones que mandan, Poetry, the American Dream, Villanelle, Washington DC
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April 14, 2013
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
Tags:life, literature, one way journey, Poetry, time
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April 8, 2013
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
Tags:alliteration, bunnies, cats, children's poetry, Children's Literature, dogs, gnu, horses, Humor, humorous poetry, koala, Language, pigs, Poetry, rhinos, seals, sheep, thoroughbreds, W.H. Auden, weasels
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March 20, 2013
a politician is an arse upon
which everyone has sat except a man
—e.e.cummings
With greed that festers like a stinking flower
Every breath you suck promotes a scheme
The only thing you care about is power
Glory-seeking minions don’t see how you’re
Warping minds by tapping ageless themes
With greed that festers like a stinking flower
All you see are lambs to be devoured
With gluttony that feeds on hopes and dreams
The only thing you care about is power
If I were you I’d always need a shower
You curdle filth and throw away the cream
With greed that festers like a stinking flower
Lackeys sing your praises by the hour
Like starstruck fans support the local team
The only thing you care about is power
Piling up your lies, you build a tower
And live a life that’s nothing like it seems
With greed that festers like a stinking flower
The only thing you care about is power
Richard W. Bray
Tags:Language, literature, Poetry, politicians, power, Villanelle, Wastingtown
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