DAILY DOSE OF NEGATIVITY

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
human
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

poetry 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

MYSTERY LADY

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

2009

MA CHERI

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.

2009

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

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

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 -
www.poetsupreme.blogspot.com               
www.eternalportraits.blogspot.com         
www.threecrosshill.blogspot.com             
www.grimthedarkreaper.blogspot.com/       
www.neomatrixgod.blogspot.com/

IT TAKES 2 TO FALL IN LOVE

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

Sometimes I think of You

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

she = poetry

#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.

Into each garden a little rain must fall

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

2008

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?

2008

invisible to you

youll never know how much you mean to me 

because you could not care less 

you get your heart broke 

time and again  

by those you think you want 

while we remain friends 

i mean nothing to you 

but i am the one who

cannot live without you 

i am the one who cannot stop 

thinking about you 

i am the one you should be with 

i am the one who would cherish you 

but you dont see me 

you dont want me 

you chase after others who do you wrong 

and miss out on the love 

we could be making all night long 

is it wrong to love you 

to think of you all the time 

is it wrong to need you 

to have you always on my mind 

is it wrong to wonder 

how your lips would taste tonight 

am i wasting my life 

waiting for the time to be right? 

i am unseen 

invisible to you 

you never think of me  

but i cannot live without you 

April

April comes at last
Bringing warmer weather and April showers
Listening to the rain on the roof
I think of May flowers
Mayflowers bring pilgrims
And April is also Earth month
When people take the time to be a little more conservative
With their utilities and talk of saving whales and such
And April brings Easter or this year it was in March but still
April brings Springtime when the clocks change and
The weather gets nicer and Spring is a time of renewal
When people take a look at their life and set goals to make important changes
Some of which occasionally get changed
And April is also National Poetry Month when poets get a little more attention than usual maybe
And when the world stops to listen
And maybe even clap
Maybe shed a tear or snap their fingers in approval
Maybe feel something special that they havent felt in a while
And love it and maybe just maybe they want to bookmark that poem and come back to read it again someday
Just because they love the way it makes them feel
Or because it makes them think of something important that they need to do that they had forgotten about for a while
Maybe a poem can touch a heart
Or touch a soul
Or turn a head
Maybe it can make people stop what they are doing for a bit and listen
And maybe it can change the world
Happy Poetry Month mes amies.

of depression and loneliness

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.
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.
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.

Red hands in a house of white

How do you sleep nights
With the red blood on your hands
In your house of white?

not the one

10000000
they tell me i am the one
but i dont believe them
00100000
they tell me i am here to save them
but i dont see it
11100000
i am no one
nothing special
never have been
11010000
just a hacker
trapped in a world
where i do not belong
11110000
not the one
not now
not ever
11001000
this world is not real
there is no matrix
01101000
i am not a champion
i am just me
neo

Daydreams

Raytopia

Raytopia
A fictional country
Where I am King
And the Poet Lauriet
And the Poet Supreme
Where things go right
All the time
And no tears are shed
Because no one cries
Where I can do or be anything
I desire
And never get sick
And never get tired
Somewhere beyond the rainbow
In a land far, far away
Was a place for dreamers
Down Camelot way  

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