Ray Lucero

Ray Lucero Poems

1241. ~genius~ 12/12/2010
1242. ~~passion Takes Flight~~ 10/29/2011
1243. “i Speak To Thee Of Light” 1/9/2008
1244. 'Millennials' 5/20/2017
1245. “ Just Look At Us ” 7/12/2011
1246. ' Weather Wars ' 5/26/2011
1247. “flim Flam Man” 1/21/2008
1248. “bob Was Right” 11/3/2011
1249. “light” 4/9/2006
1250. “gaia' 2/3/2008
1251. *****ray's Favorite Writings***** 12/31/2010
1252. 15 Minutes Of Ecstasy (For Lovers) 12/6/2005
1253. “5” 6/5/2007
1254. “hawaii” 5/1/2011
1255. ♥ ♥ Island Lovers ♥ ♥ 3/26/2008
1256. “acid” (To Timothy) 1/3/2006
1257. “all The World’s A Stage” 9/15/2008
1258. “great Souls Live In Crooked Bodies” 3/26/2006
1259. ***friendship*** 1/26/2008

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.


  • 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


When you sail troubled waters
I’m your oaken ship

Where you stand
I’m firmness neath your feet

When you stroll a summer’s day
I’m your umbrella, rain or shine

When you’re unhappy
I’m your circus clown

When you’re afraid
I’m a warm embrace

When you’re joyous
I’m your playmate

When you take ill
I’m a soothing balm

When Heaven calls you home
I shall be a loving archive of your life


(To best friends everywhere)

Read the full of ***friendship***

10 Human Senses

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

A gurgling alpine brook,
Wind through trees of pine,

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