Ray Lucero Poems

‘Dem Rads, ‘dem nasty rads;
Will be the death of me
Rads pickle my brains, fry my ‘nads
Will someone please help me?
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‘Twas Spring in a desert town
Chill was in the evening air
Desert land bare and brown
I'd longed to see my lady fair
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This mite bites a time or two
Leaves not a single scratch
Nor reason or a single clue
When found a perfect match
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Sun vanishes 'neath far horizon
Vista blurred by twilight haze
Earth defined by jagged shadows
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What am I?

Flotsam cast from the Eye of God?
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Stepping off a late flight to Memphis,
we made our way through the stony-silence
of a nearly empty terminal…a far cry from
other big city airports (“I like it here already! ”)
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Half a lifetime has now passed
since romance touched our hearts...

We were young lovers filled
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What be metaphor?
If not a way to help explore

Wonders of Collective Mind
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Roses are yellow,
Belladonna is red
Prickly thorns 'n poison,
Can make me real dead
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Accept thy fellows for better or worse,
Welcome all men, however diverse

Inspire whomever ye speak with, touch,
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