What is this strange place
i find myself in?
there goes a white rabbit
shouting "late again".
down a rabbit hole
the hare slides away.
i follow his lead
and slide into a sunny day.
outside two toy soldiers
are painting white roses red.
hurry they say or she will
have our heads.
a strange smiling cat
appears by my side.
the queen is coming he tells them
and he tries to hide.
he turns invisible
except for his smile.
those bright white teeth
you can see for a mile.
"oh dear. oh my."
the toy soldiers cry
as a walking, talking card
catches my eye.
she approaches the soldiers
and grabs their paint cans of red,
but she does not help them.
she yells "off with their heads"
then she looks at me
"and him too" she says.
then a bunch of cards run to us
on this lovely day.
and as the soldiers cringe
i take a deep breath
and blow the cards all away.
what a strange dream i think
as i walk away
into this strange place
on this very strange day.
after that i do not recall
what happened next.
but i awoke in my bed
somewhat perplexed....
http://www.flexwriterscreativenetwork.net/members/profile/696/Ray Nichols
POETRONICS
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Its always a good time to lend a helping hand
Its always a good time
to lend a helping hand
together we can change the world
and save the lives of our fellow man
to lend a helping hand
together we can change the world
and save the lives of our fellow man
Another tear falls down
Another tear falls down
As someone's baby
Is laid to rest
Another drop of blood is spilled
For a little money in the west
Another hero dies to
Save a life
In the middle east
All because someone
Does not want peace
As someone's baby
Is laid to rest
Another drop of blood is spilled
For a little money in the west
Another hero dies to
Save a life
In the middle east
All because someone
Does not want peace
A moment in time
A moment in time
A thought on my mind
No paper or pen
The thought is gone again
Creativity always seems to blossom
At the worst possible times
If you don't write it down
It becomes a lost rhyme
Floating in limbo
Lost for all time
A thought on my mind
No paper or pen
The thought is gone again
Creativity always seems to blossom
At the worst possible times
If you don't write it down
It becomes a lost rhyme
Floating in limbo
Lost for all time
Homeless Americans
Homeless Americans
Paying the price for the bankers greed
Trying to survive in a world gone mad
Hoping for a change in the economy
Praying for divine intervention
Looking for kindness and hope
Clinging to the American dream
Evicted from the homes that they worked so hard to build
Fading into the shadows like the country that betrayed them
Our world's future depends on the success of its people
Stop the madness
Break the chains
Make a stand
Its time for change
Paying the price for the bankers greed
Trying to survive in a world gone mad
Hoping for a change in the economy
Praying for divine intervention
Looking for kindness and hope
Clinging to the American dream
Evicted from the homes that they worked so hard to build
Fading into the shadows like the country that betrayed them
Our world's future depends on the success of its people
Stop the madness
Break the chains
Make a stand
Its time for change
Violent Tendencies
Violent tendencies
Does it matter who gets hurt?
Does it matter who dies?
Does it matter who gets left behind?
Does it matter how we treat our fellow man?
Does it matter what our children see on the news?
Does it matter if someone dies tonight that
Might have changed the world tomorrow?
Can we make the world a better place?
Can we stop the violence?
Are all the answers here the same?
Yes
Does it matter who gets hurt?
Does it matter who dies?
Does it matter who gets left behind?
Does it matter how we treat our fellow man?
Does it matter what our children see on the news?
Does it matter if someone dies tonight that
Might have changed the world tomorrow?
Can we make the world a better place?
Can we stop the violence?
Are all the answers here the same?
Yes
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Spring has come at last
The sun rises at last;
chasing away the chill of night
and ushering in a future so bright.
Winter is in the past,
and Spring has come at last.
chasing away the chill of night
and ushering in a future so bright.
Winter is in the past,
and Spring has come at last.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
SUNDAY MORNING
SUNDAY MORNING.
SUNNY SKY.
BRIGHT NEW SHINY DAY.
MEMORIES RUN THRU MY MIND
OF LOVED ONES GONE AWAY.
HAPPIER TIMES FROM THE PAST
CAN FILL MY HEART WITH JOY.
AS LONG AS I HAVE MY MEMORIES
MY LOVED ONES ARE HERE TO STAY.
SUNNY SKY.
BRIGHT NEW SHINY DAY.
MEMORIES RUN THRU MY MIND
OF LOVED ONES GONE AWAY.
HAPPIER TIMES FROM THE PAST
CAN FILL MY HEART WITH JOY.
AS LONG AS I HAVE MY MEMORIES
MY LOVED ONES ARE HERE TO STAY.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Dear Father
Each day i strive to
Be closer to you Father
And be more like You.
Each night i think of
You and smile knowing that You
Care and You are there.
Be closer to you Father
And be more like You.
Each night i think of
You and smile knowing that You
Care and You are there.
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