Ray Lucero Poems

Man’s best friend?

Why?
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A star of snow fell one cold night
Firstborn of that Christmas Season
Perfect, unique, all swathed in white
To be a part of winter was her reason
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I am a raven
Freer than a breeze
Beholding to no one
Doing what I please
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Beloved…
I’ve expressed my love;
A thousand times
A thousand ways
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'Handy Andy' (He's nicknamed) :
A guy who builds homes n' fixes stuff
'No jobs too big or small' it's proclaimed
This hands-on guy is 'No cream puff'
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It may be time for Santa to retire
So that he n’ Mrs. Claus can rest
Warm tired bones by a warm fire
Reward for all the children blessed
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Controlled from thousands of miles away
Drones wreak havoc on the unsuspecting
Soldiers with joy sticks, staring at display
Impassively rain death, without reflecting
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She prowls the night, restless with desire
For truth, justice, renounced spirituality
Knows that only love can quench her fire
Only first, must defeat her mind’s duality
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Often words are but tiny turds of humor and of wit,
Flotsam in a poets mind…“Oh my, what junk, what shit! ”
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(To Dad)

How tall he sat upon
his polished leather saddle
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