Saturday, October 1, 2016


Where is the love?
Another senseless killing on the news
Daily dose of negativity
just to bring in views

a sleeping baby dies in a car
cause a pos parent
didnt think or didnt care
to find anything positive on the news
now is rare

A bunch of people die in a club
or a church or a mall
cause some politician
wants to make a point to us all
wants to push their own agenda
and shove it down our throats
while more important issues
are ignored

dont watch the left hand
and ignore the right
for a clearer picture
keep both his hands in sight

we are all the same
i say it all the time
we are brothers and sisters
in the brotherhood of man

one race
one world
united we must stand
if we dont stand together
we all will surely fall

peace is the only way
we can all stand tall

one race
the color of our bloods the same
we all came from the same place
bigotry is lame

all lives matter
and decent people
respect them all
united we stand
divided we fall

Saturday, May 9, 2015

the poet's awards

A well written poem is a masterpiece    
To its author

It shows how much work and thought
He did offer

It takes the reader to
Another place  

And lets them see
The poem's face  

The best of inks
You return to

To read again
A time or two  

And each kind comment
Is the author's award

Recognition earned
For his words  

The more love
The poem ignites

The more the poet
Wants to write

Friday, April 24, 2015


I've fallen for a girl
she is always on my mind
I think about her day and night
nearly all the time

She is beautiful and funny
and she always makes my day
In everything she writes
and in everything she says.

There's more to this story tho
before i forget
I'm in love with a girl
that I've never even met



Cheri, ma cheri.
what will it take
to get you with me?
the more i see of you
the more i long to be
with you forever
ma cheri.


Wednesday, April 22, 2015

The Grandson of Sam

Never met my grandpa
He died before my time
They say he was out working the fields
When a stroke ended his rhyme

Although we never spoke
I carry his DNA
So a little part of him
Is still around today

I know he was a farmer
A part of who I am
And he lives on inside of me
The grandson of Sam

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Drunken Poet

Sing a song of sixpence
A Catcher in the Rye
If Moe gets in your face you just
Poke him in the eye
When the bar was opened
Coyotes danced and sang
Two and a Half Men
Followed by the Big Bang

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Now featuring POETRONICS!!!

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).

You can call yourself my intern and add it to your resume. And don't forget my by-line.
When you record my poem on your channel, send me the address via the comments and dont forget the byline.    

Blogs to read include -

Friday, January 2, 2015


It takes 1 to fall in crush
to think you hold the moon above
to think about you night and day
and pray you never go away
to smile whenever you cross my mind
to dream about you all the time
to wish upon a star that someday
just maybe you might feel this way

it takes 1 to long for your touch
and know that i want you too much
but my aching heart
just cant let go
or it will have nothing to live for

it takes 2 to fall in love
and i thought you loved me
but i was wrong
all along and now i see
there was nothing between you and me
and i was never in your heart                
although i thought that we could work  
and i loved you from the start

it takes 2 to fall in love
to grow old together with the stars above
it takes passion that will never die
compassion and hope and happiness inside
true love never dies
and it never fades away
i knew you didn't love me
when you turned and walked away

Friday, November 21, 2014

Sometimes I think of You

Sometimes I think of
You and remember the few
Good times we once had.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

she = poetry

. 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.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Into each garden a little rain must fall

Into each garden
A little rain must fall
For a flower cannot live
On sunshine alone.


Is this me?

Is this me ?
Could it be?
Did I end up where I'm meant 2 be?
Am I really the nothing that I turned out to be?
Is this me ?
Now I see
I was born 2 be a nobody
Deep down I'm even less than what you see
Is this me?