Ray Lucero


Ray Lucero Poems

1241. “i’m Not Too Old To Skateboard” 8/16/2008
1242. California Girls 9/19/2007
1243. ~pineal Gland~ 2/27/2013
1244. Faces In The Mirror 3/16/2008
1245. Salamander 3/12/2008
1246. Swiss Chocolate Mrs. 1/24/2008
1247. “light” 4/9/2006
1248. 'Don'T Sweat The Small Stuff' 6/6/2012
1249. The Tallest Tree In The Forest 4/2/2007
1250. Modern Day Slavery 8/21/2012
1251. Self Forgiveness 11/29/2008
1252. “5” 6/5/2007
1253. Memory Loss 8/17/2011
1254. Dogs (Homage) 12/8/2007
1255. “the Grapes Of Wrath” 1/5/2009
1256. Human Connections 4/7/2010
1257. The Ancient Mayans Knew 2/21/2006
1258. “all The World’s A Stage” 9/15/2008
1259. “hawaii” 5/1/2011

Comments about Ray Lucero

  • Howard Savage (1/12/2016 6:54:00 PM)

    A true friendship can overcome troubled waters. Great poem.

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  • Laureen Lucero (10/19/2010 1:24:00 PM)

    Loved the Crooked Bodies poem. So true that we must look beyond the cover and see inside.

    Reenie

  • John Mccullagh John Mccullagh (10/26/2009 6:05:00 PM)

    Gaia was a moving and well written meditation about our common home. well done!

  • Lucianne Fasolo (10/5/2007 9:43:00 AM)

    Your poems are not just well-written, ;) They're amazing. And some are so touching, others just so cute! Love your style. Please let me know if (or when) you have a book published!

  • Tiffany Saxon Tiffany Saxon (2/13/2007 8:23:00 PM)

    A+! well written! and very tasteful.excellent poem!

Best Poem of Ray Lucero

“hawaii”

The “Big Island” of Hawaii
Beautiful, lush and remote
Magic n’ wonder abound
“Once known as Mu” he wrote

ROTMS

“In the middle of the Pacific ocean where East meets West,
Is an Island of fire and ice, Home of the volcano and doorway,
To another dimension and a different reality. Here magic lives,
Where the Earth herself liquefies and nothing is quite as it seems.”

Pila of Hawaii

Read the full of “hawaii”

10 Human Senses

See;
Vivid color of a blooming rose
Whale breaching in secluded bay
A child’s first steps
Purple heather hills in May

Hear;
A gurgling alpine brook,
Wind through trees of pine,

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