tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24677239779411957092024-02-08T14:46:35.384-05:00Poet Supremeby Ray Nichols.Raymond Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08164440344487413085noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-3539124413423525792016-10-01T19:00:00.002-04:002017-01-20T07:30:59.048-05:00DAILY DOSE OF NEGATIVITY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Where is the love? <br />Another senseless killing on the news<br />Daily dose of negativity <br />just to bring in views <br /><br />a sleeping baby dies in a car <br />cause a pos parent <br />didnt think or didnt care <br />to find anything positive on the news <br />now is rare <br /><br />A bunch of people die in a club <br />or a church or a mall <br />cause some politician <br />wants to make a point to us all <br />wants to push their own agenda <br />and shove it down our throats <br />while more important issues <br />are ignored <br /><br />dont watch the left hand <br />and ignore the right <br />for a clearer picture <br />keep both his hands in sight<br /><br />we are all the same <br />i say it all the time <br />we are brothers and sisters <br />in the brotherhood of man <br /><br />one race <br />one world <br />united we must stand <br />if we dont stand together <br />we all will surely fall <br /><br />peace is the only way <br />we can all stand tall <br /><br /><div>
one race <br />human <br />the color of our bloods the same <br />we all came from the same place <br />bigotry is lame<br /><br />all lives matter <br />and decent people <br />respect them all <br />united we stand <br />divided we fall</div>
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Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02002305509350664413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-62961383981212202722015-05-09T12:20:00.004-04:002022-04-15T05:25:05.178-04:00poetry awards<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A well written poem is a masterpiece <br />
To its author<br />
<br />
It shows how much work and thought<br />
He did offer<br />
<br />
It takes the reader to<br />
Another place <br />
<br />
And lets them see<br />
The poem's face <br />
<br />
The best of inks<br />
You return to <br />
<br />
To read again <br />
A time or two <br />
<br />
And each kind comment<br />
Is the author's award <br />
<br />
Recognition earned<br />
For his words <br />
<br />
The more love<br />
The poem ignites <br />
<br />
The more the poet<br />
Wants to write<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02002305509350664413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-25082004710271769412015-04-24T08:41:00.003-04:002015-04-24T08:41:43.110-04:00MYSTERY LADY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've fallen for a girl<br />
she is always on my mind<br />
I think about her day and night<br />
nearly all the time<br />
<br />
She is beautiful and funny<br />
and she always makes my day<br />
In everything she writes<br />
and in everything she says.<br />
<br />
There's more to this story tho<br />
before i forget<br />
I'm in love with a girl<br />
that I've never even met<br />
<br />
2009<br />
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Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02002305509350664413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-49179659641210283212015-04-24T08:37:00.005-04:002015-04-24T08:37:50.086-04:00MA CHERI<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Cheri, ma cheri.<br />
what will it take<br />
to get you with me?<br />
the more i see of you<br />
the more i long to be<br />
with you forever<br />
ma cheri.<br />
<br />
2009</div>
Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02002305509350664413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-50274130667202675122015-04-22T16:06:00.011-04:002015-04-22T16:07:40.119-04:00The Grandson of Sam<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Never met my grandpa <br />He died before my time <br />They say he was out working the fields <br />When a stroke ended his rhyme <br /><br />Although we never spoke <br />I carry his DNA <br />So a little part of him <br />Is still around today <br /><br />I know he was a farmer <br />A part of who I am <br />And he lives on inside of me<br />The grandson of Sam</div>
Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02002305509350664413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-7574988045030866022015-04-18T07:56:00.000-04:002015-04-22T16:07:40.122-04:00Drunken Poet<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sing a song of sixpence<br />A Catcher in the Rye<br />If Moe gets in your face you just<br />Poke him in the eye<br />When the bar was opened<br />Coyotes danced and sang<br />Two and a Half Men<br />Followed by the Big Bang</div>
Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02002305509350664413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-37599898759741912402015-01-18T15:22:00.000-05:002015-01-18T16:28:55.836-05:00Now featuring POETRONICS!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today I added a new widget to my blog, but I could use some help with it. If you would like to be featured on my POETRONICS channel, simply record one of MY poems as a response to my latest video in the series and post the address in the comments section. I will add your reading to the channel when I see it. You may read your favorite from any of my poetry blogs Start with the title and the by line (by Ray Nichols). <br />
<br />
You can call yourself my intern and add it to your resume. And don't forget my by-line. <br />
When you record my poem on your channel, send me the address via the comments and dont forget the byline. <br />
<br />
<br />
Blogs to read include - <br />
<a href="http://www.poetsupreme.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">www.poetsupreme.blogspot.com</a> <br />
<a href="http://www.eternalportraits.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">www.eternalportraits.blogspot.com</a> <br />
<a href="http://www.threecrosshill.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">www.threecrosshill.blogspot.com</a> <br />
<a href="http://grimthedarkreaper.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">www.grimthedarkreaper.blogspot.com/</a> <br />
<a href="http://neomatrixgod.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">www.neomatrixgod.blogspot.com/</a></div>
Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02002305509350664413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-32335863191715089292015-01-02T06:10:00.001-05:002015-01-02T06:26:41.320-05:00IT TAKES 2 TO FALL IN LOVE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It takes 1 to fall in crush<br />
to think you hold the moon above<br />
to think about you night and day<br />
and pray you never go away<br />
to smile whenever you cross my mind<br />
to dream about you all the time<br />
to wish upon a star that someday<br />
just maybe you might feel this way<br />
<br />
it takes 1 to long for your touch<br />
and know that i want you too much<br />
but my aching heart<br />
just cant let go<br />
or it will have nothing to live for<br />
<br />
it takes 2 to fall in love <br />
and i thought you loved me <br />
but i was wrong<br />
all along and now i see<br />
there was nothing between you and me<br />
and i was never in your heart <br />
although i thought that we could work <br />
and i loved you from the start <br />
<br />
it takes 2 to fall in love<br />
to grow old together with the stars above <br />
it takes passion that will never die<br />
compassion and hope and happiness inside<br />
true love never dies<br />
and it never fades away <br />
i knew you didn't love me <br />
when you turned and walked away <br />
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Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02002305509350664413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-52950075166612196012014-11-21T07:49:00.000-05:002014-11-21T07:49:24.484-05:00Sometimes I think of You<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sometimes I think of<br />
You and remember the few<br />
Good times we once had. <br />
<br /></div>
Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02002305509350664413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-52610574529248665812014-11-05T17:30:00.004-05:002014-11-05T17:30:48.156-05:00she = poetry<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a class="twitter-hashtag pretty-link js-nav" data-query-source="hashtag_click" dir="ltr" href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/poetry?src=hash" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: #0f2fbf; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 26.3999996185303px; letter-spacing: 0.259999990463257px; line-height: 32px; text-decoration: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #6f82d8;">#</span>poetry</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #292f33; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 26.3999996185303px; letter-spacing: 0.259999990463257px; line-height: 32px; white-space: pre-wrap;">. the way she looks at me. the way she walks. the way she talks. she is poetry. a thing of beauty and poetry is she.</span></div>
Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02002305509350664413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-13790175207066771012014-01-10T11:09:00.003-05:002014-11-05T17:31:20.600-05:00Into each garden a little rain must fall<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Into each garden<br />
A little rain must fall<br />
For a flower cannot live<br />
On sunshine alone.<br />
<br />
2008</div>
Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02002305509350664413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-54850260168500488722014-01-10T11:05:00.000-05:002014-11-05T17:31:20.678-05:00Is this me?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Is this me ?<br />
Could it be?<br />
Did I end up where I'm meant 2 be?<br />
Am I really the nothing that I turned out to be?<br />
Is this me ?<br />
Now I see<br />
I was born 2 be a nobody<br />
Deep down I'm even less than what you see<br />
Is this me?<br />
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<br />
2008</div>
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Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02002305509350664413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-76691375357636443632013-12-23T17:36:00.003-05:002014-11-05T17:31:20.721-05:00invisible to you<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<div class="copy" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding: 10px;">
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youll never know how much you mean to me </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
because you could not care less </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
you get your heart broke </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
time and again </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
by those you think you want </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
while we remain friends </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
i mean nothing to you </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
but i am the one who</div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
cannot live without you </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
i am the one who cannot stop </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
thinking about you </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
i am the one you should be with </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
i am the one who would cherish you </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
but you dont see me </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
you dont want me </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
you chase after others who do you wrong </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
and miss out on the love </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
we could be making all night long </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
is it wrong to love you </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
to think of you all the time </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
is it wrong to need you </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
to have you always on my mind </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
is it wrong to wonder </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
how your lips would taste tonight </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
am i wasting my life </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
waiting for the time to be right? </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
i am unseen </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
invisible to you </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
you never think of me </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
but i cannot live without you </div>
<div style="margin-top: 10px; padding: 0px;">
<br /></div>
</div>
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Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02002305509350664413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-3264733332530686722013-04-25T11:30:00.003-04:002013-04-25T11:33:06.613-04:00April<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
April comes at last<br />
Bringing warmer weather and April showers<br />
Listening to the rain on the roof<br />
I think of May flowers<br />
Mayflowers bring pilgrims<br />
And April is also Earth month<br />
When people take the time to be a little more conservative<br />
With their utilities and talk of saving whales and such<br />
And April brings Easter or this year it was in March but still<br />
April brings Springtime when the clocks change and<br />
The weather gets nicer and Spring is a time of renewal<br />
When people take a look at their life and set goals to make important changes<br />
Some of which occasionally get changed<br />
And April is also National Poetry Month when poets get a little more attention than usual maybe<br />
And when the world stops to listen<br />
And maybe even clap<br />
Maybe shed a tear or snap their fingers in approval<br />
Maybe feel something special that they havent felt in a while<br />
And love it and maybe just maybe they want to bookmark that poem and come back to read it again someday<br />
Just because they love the way it makes them feel<br />
Or because it makes them think of something important that they need to do that they had forgotten about for a while<br />
Maybe a poem can touch a heart<br />
Or touch a soul<br />
Or turn a head<br />
Maybe it can make people stop what they are doing for a bit and listen<br />
And maybe it can change the world<br />
Happy Poetry Month mes amies.</div>
Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02002305509350664413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-52185455491701304042013-03-18T13:39:00.001-04:002013-03-18T13:41:14.745-04:00of depression and loneliness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Depression is a cancer that eats away your soul until there is nothing left inside you except a gigantic empty hole. Loneliness is the fuel that keeps the fire going until one day you don't wake up in the morning.<br />
Suicidal thoughts come from the devil who sits beside you in your empty room when you wake up in your empty bed. He tells you how you will always be alone until the end and if there is no one to tell you he is wrong he sometimes wins. <br />
A long time ago he told me i would die alone. As it turns out he wasn't wrong. You can fight your demons as long as you have the strength to win, but they always win in the end.<br />
<br /></div>
Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02002305509350664413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-43260914737826886242013-03-08T21:16:00.003-05:002013-03-08T21:16:55.457-05:00Red hands in a house of white<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
How do you sleep nights<br />
With the red blood on your hands<br />
In your house of white?</div>
Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02002305509350664413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-83039644681698113502012-02-14T12:46:00.000-05:002014-11-05T17:31:20.739-05:00not the one10000000<br />
they tell me i am the one<br />
but i dont believe them<br />
00100000<br />
they tell me i am here to save them<br />
but i dont see it<br />
11100000<br />
i am no one<br />
nothing special<br />
never have been<br />
11010000<br />
just a hacker<br />
trapped in a world<br />
where i do not belong<br />
11110000<br />
not the one<br />
not now<br />
not ever<br />
11001000<br />
this world is not real<br />
there is no matrix<br />
01101000<br />
i am not a champion<br />
i am just me<br />
neoRaymond Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08164440344487413085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-67071412459519736902011-10-24T13:51:00.002-04:002011-10-24T13:51:55.025-04:00Daydreams<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8dxojxlbcK4" width="420"></iframe>Raymond Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08164440344487413085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-49027859407021339872011-10-10T16:29:00.005-04:002011-10-18T11:34:11.489-04:00RaytopiaRaytopia<br />
A fictional country<br />
Where I am King<br />
And the Poet Lauriet<br />
And the Poet Supreme<br />
Where things go right<br />
All the time<br />
And no tears are shed<br />
Because no one cries<br />
Where I can do or be anything<br />
I desire <br />
And never get sick<br />
And never get tired<br />
Somewhere beyond the rainbow<br />
In a land far, far away<br />
Was a place for dreamers<br />
Down Camelot way <br />
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Turning words into art <br />
Sculptures made of letters <br />
Beautiful to the ears <br />
Soothing to the soul <br />
Word sculptor <br />
Wordsmith <br />
PoetRaymond Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08164440344487413085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-14396130660755149372011-10-10T15:54:00.000-04:002011-10-10T15:54:11.698-04:00Never lose sight of the brass ringNever lose sight of the brass ring <br />
Its the struggle not the prize that is the thing <br />
But if you lose sight of the goal <br />
Then you lose the ambition to become wholeRaymond Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08164440344487413085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-66834775415980442472011-10-10T15:51:00.001-04:002011-10-10T15:51:37.926-04:00A CoupletA couplet is much too short <br />
perhaps i should abort <br />
<br />
A couplet a day<br />
keeps the blues away <br />
<br />
A couplet is just two lines <br />
easy to do if you do not have much timeRaymond Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08164440344487413085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-78582783306112439362011-10-10T15:48:00.001-04:002011-10-10T15:49:13.613-04:00Under the Laurel TreeUnder the Laurel tree<br />
A butterfly flitters by<br />
A babbling brook runs to the sea<br />
A bluejay builds a nest to raise its family<br />
And a versifier tries to write a poem or three<br />
Apollo looks down and smiles <br />
As the poet drifts off to sleepRaymond Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08164440344487413085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-52872748553840951222011-10-10T15:45:00.001-04:002011-10-10T15:46:14.398-04:00Left BehindLeft behind<br />
the girl of his dreams<br />
the love of his life<br />
the home they shared<br />
the town he lived in<br />
the truck he drove to the office every day<br />
the games he loved to play<br />
the country he served <br />
not alone but lonely <br />
living in unfriendly territory <br />
he promised to return soon<br />
but it was not really up to him<br />
missing her every day<br />
calling to hear her voice<br />
chatting for a short time online<br />
watching the mail for her letters and<br />
care packages<br />
praying for a safe tour<br />
and a speedy return<br />
he left us behind <br />
but he will return<br />
we know he will<br />
because we pray for him<br />
everydayRaymond Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08164440344487413085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467723977941195709.post-45249377212486287292011-10-10T15:42:00.000-04:002011-10-10T15:42:13.184-04:00Masterpiece of a Proud FatherFather,<br />
<br />
You shape your children like a potter.<br />
Building character like shaping clay and water.<br />
Making them into something you can be proud of.<br />
A beautifully crafted creation of the potter.<br />
A masterpiece of a proud father.Raymond Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08164440344487413085noreply@blogger.com