Clyde A. Wray

Fat Account

2009-05-18T07:05:00.000-07:00

Fat Account

Can’t recall

can’t recollect

I didn’t say “it” the paper did

I was misquoted

didn’t do what they said

the innocent shouldn’t have to

defend..

I didn’t say it the newspaper did

for whatever reason they won’t let the public

forget

though I didn’t do “it’ whatever “it” is

what the newspaper said I said or did

no I can’t recall

don’t recollect

that wasn’t me on that tape

the secret telephone call

I didn’t make

I’ve no idea why the developer would say

I’m on the take..

no I don’t recall

I shouldn’t have too

the public trust isn’t an issue

I was in that hotel room to try and set

up a crook

that envelope held only notes

no the police weren’t informed

would have done so after it was done

I’m a good and decent man

though I don’t recall

can’t recollect

how my bank account got so fat..

Clyde A. Wray

May 18, 2009

It Is Never Safe

2009-05-16T05:34:00.000-07:00

It Is Never Safe

Respect no man/woman

that doesn’t acknowledge

fear

for they are either

evil or a fool…

fear has a taste

it rises up

can become almost palpable

seen in the eyes as it tries to stop

you

from:

feeling

loving

but if you stop you lose

as does the world too!!

Loving is never safe

it creates anxiety

to walk in the blind unknown state.

Clyde A. Wray

May 16, 2009

The Kiss

2009-05-03T06:35:00.000-07:00

The Kiss

It was the effervescent kiss

that changed

the colors behind my eyes

in the aqua colored moment

in the pale moonlight

Clyde A. Wray

May 3, 2009

Don't Ya Just Wish You Could Flush The Lies

2009-05-01T07:13:00.000-07:00

Don’t Ya Just Wish You Could Flush
The Lies

black ink slides off the newspaper
on to your hands
as easily as politicians lies
fill your eardrums
ink
is difficult to wash off
but their lies fill you up
till
you feel like you got the runs
then one visit to the loo
just isn’t enough

Clyde A. Wray
May 1, 2009
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The Poet/The Poem/Baseball

2009-04-29T02:16:00.000-07:00

The Poet/ The Poem/ Baseball

Every now and then
you’ll hit a home run
keep going to bat
keep taking that swing
perhaps you’ll hit a grand slam
that’s the one
that will make your legacy!

Clyde A. Wray
April 29, 2009
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Please, Don't Look At My Shoes

2009-04-28T08:30:00.000-07:00

Please, Don’t Look At My Shoes

Its not that they’re old
they are a bit worn and weary
don’t hold much of a shine
don’t high step out much anymore
stitches are loose and the tongue
protrudes through over laces
that are frayed at the edges
there’s a huge hole in the sole
the cardboard replacement isn’t strong
aren’t much to look at
the once expensive name tag
is long gone
please, don’t look at my shoes
you might come to believe
I’m suffering
that just wouldn’t be true
I’ve got shoes
a good name
hope for the future
if you’re looking at my shoes
you don’t see me
I still dance in spring
and hear the wonderful song
of a Lark singing

Clyde A. Wray
April 28, 2009
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Louder (Rainbow People)

2009-04-27T08:32:00.000-07:00

Louder
(Rainbow People)

Want to know who you are you
Rainbow People
of origins unknown to me
tell me who you are
louder
so that I may hear you…
You’re no different than me
you: sleep
spit
dance
bleed the same as I do
who are you
louder
so that I may come to know
you…
Come dance under the stars with me
teach me
the dance that you do..
I am empty of knowledge
of you
my children want to know you too…
what language is that you speak
can I learn to speak it too
louder
it has culture and earth tones
the rhythm of music too
why is it I haven’t come to know you..
louder
you say you didn’t know
I wanted too
that I too have been speaking in whispers Rainbow People
afraid of different shades and hues
I’ll speak louder now
I see the beauty in you!

Clyde A. Wray
April 27, 2009
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Thicker Than A Pound Butter

2009-04-24T08:02:00.000-07:00

Thicker Than A Pound of Butter

Forward onward
sweat in the desert heat
march forward as if you hear
the roll of a drum don’t miss a beat
march careful where you tread
a silent prayer should be said
there’s no other world but the world
you’re in..
Weapon ready
a steady gaze
hesitate not though you be afraid
though fear be a brother to you
still your comrades depend on you
onward forward
in skies of blue
in nights so dark and black the secret password
is the only truth..
Forward onward
to the very mouth of hell
where the cannons scream and rockets yell
blood runs thicker than a pound of butter
a flash of blinding light
you’ve just lost another brother..
Onward forward
is your command far from home
in a arid land
of things foreign to you
where there’s an yours
truth
come into dispute
and death alone comes out the good

Clyde A. Wray
April 24, 2009
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Sonnet # 221

2009-04-24T01:02:00.000-07:00

Sonnet #221

Those rose red lips that I had kissed
her hair was silk up on my hand
those wondrous thighs put a picture in my eye
guaranteed I wouldn’t be going anywhere
then in May the dark shadow came our way
snatched up my lady fair
oh I cried with such pain inside
cursed God himself such was my despair
with every gray moon the pain it grew
heart broken bewildered and blue
came the sun from our little one
life again was breathed and renewed;
Memories he carries in his eyes
he exist and she does too

Clyde A. Wray
April 24, 2009
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Censorship, Politicians And A Empty Refrigerator

2009-04-23T15:02:00.000-07:00

Censorship
Politicians And A Empty Refrigerator

Its amazing the things polite society
won’t allow you to say or write
but they’ll pay through the nose
to hear a comic say it
A man might say “ I mean no harm but
you’re beautiful”
now
that’s has become a sexist statement
the comic says
“you’re beautiful I want to suck your tits”
ha ha he he
the audience paid a bundle to hear
the word tits…
much like the porn business
nobody is watching
but the industry is making billions
and nobody is in the censorship business
but write the words clit and shit in the same sentence
you’ll come to know the hammer of god
as god-damn lethal.. oops
because nobody
is in the censorship business
write some not so nice things about politicians
in a language
that gives a true account and an accurate description
the magazine will shut down
before they print it
the censor czar will make it X-rated
declare he’s not bias although he’s
college educated
never been to a neighborhood
where Junior high is the highest education
and language skills are seen
as over-rated
because they can’t read in the dark
and there’s an absence of heat
and not a fucking thing in the refrigerator to eat

Clyde A. Wray
April 23, 2009
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Excuse Me, Did You Mistake My Vote As A Referendum For A Popularity Contest For You

2009-04-19T12:28:00.000-07:00

Excuse Me, Did You Mistake My Vote
As A Referendum For A Popularity Contest
For You

You speak for me
not that I love you
you were better than the others
or at least I thought so…
but now
you speak for me
the politics
of the office has corrupted
you
and yet you still speak for me…
now you sound as if you
speak in tongues…
did you think I loved you
far from it…
decisions you make
are as if I spoke those words
myself…
my children depend on me
and I on you
you spoke for me
and now my words sound
as if they’ve erupted from a uncapped sewer
do you think I love you
more than I love myself that I’d let myself
become so foul…
and yet
you still speak for me that is until
your term runs out!

Clyde A. Wray
April 19, 2009
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Indifference By Another Name Is Called A Politician

2009-04-18T16:12:00.000-07:00

Indifference by Another Name
Is Called A Politician

Indifference
by another name
is called a politician
most often they present themselves
as tricksters and magicians
they’ll say
they’ll perform this
they’ll say
they’ll give you that
but what they really have
is a wand and a rabbit in a top hat
it’s all done with mirrors
to trick you and me and if they do it well
it will leave us
trembling at the knees…
The magician
is indifferent to your daily plight
he’ll tell you quite plainly
it’s day
when you know damn well it’s night
he’ll build another tower
when the water you drink is sour
pay his consultant buddies double
when they haven’t worked an hour…
Indifference by another name
is called a politician
unless you have deep pockets
he cares not about the place you
and your children live in
because quite frankly
you don’t fit into his grandiose vision!

Clyde A. Wray
April 18, 2009
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Help It Appears To Be Contagious

2009-04-18T05:40:00.000-07:00

Help It Appears To Be Contagious

We’ve all known incompetence
ineptness too
they clamor around fuddy-duddies
good old boys too…
they linger on the steps of places
like city hall
knock quite loudly
behind their secret chambers
doors…
Incompetence doesn’t want light
it’s afraid that you might see
its nothing but a bully
when it gives a bully-pulpit speech
call you an ass because you don’t agree
with their inept tactics
that aren’t meant for a democracy…
We’ve all been inept
a time or two
when you find you can’t change a tire
can’t tie a tie
can’t cook a simple pot of stew
but its unhealthy
contagious when it’s lived around
the way politicians do…
Incompetence loves arrogance
foolishly you see
incompetence and arrogance
like to look down on the powerless
until a firm boot sends them out to the sea
then they’ll be heard to say
“how could this be happening to me”

Clyde A. Wray
April 17, 2009
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Another Mystery, Who, Why and To and From Where

2009-04-17T08:55:00.000-07:00

Another Mystery, Who
Why and To and From Where

He hears the sound of rushing feet
away
away
a heart is drifting
away
away
He hears the sound of rushing feet
away
away
Will they return from
away
away
today
today
from
away
away

Clyde A. Wray
April 17, 2009
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The Day The Yellow Marigolds Didn't Arrive

2009-04-16T08:05:00.000-07:00

The Day The Yellow Marigolds
Didn’t Arrive

Wanted to send you yellow Marigolds
anonymously
so you’d have sunshine to place on your desk
it then occurred to me
all the inquisitive questions your
fellow co-workers would ask…
I’d liked to have thought they would
put bright back in your eyes
as you day dreamed of soaring across the sky
perhaps
place a few yellow flowers
in your hair
as you sit at your glass topped desk
feeling as if you are going nowhere…
Wanted
to send you yellow Marigolds
to the office you’re stuck in
perhaps this note is one step better
it’s a brief note from a friend!

Clyde A. Wray
April 16, 2009
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Wicked Hot Flair

2009-04-15T08:58:00.000-07:00

Wicked Hot Flair

It’s just not enough to say
you love me
just not enough to say
you care
it isn’t enough to send me
spring flowers
tell me
you’d never rain on my parade
it’s just not enough to say
you love the highlights
in my hair…
It’s not enough to tell me
I’ve got the grandest style
a wicked hot flair
end it by saying
you want to whisper the hottest things
soothingly in my ear
it’s just not enough..
It’s not to pretend
not enough to play
but for today
it occurs to me
who gets everything they want
anyway

Clyde A. Wray
April 15, 2009
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2009-04-14T07:12:00.000-07:00

Before The Facts Become A Blur

It matters not
where you go or whom you’re with
I’ll always be connected to you
I’ve reached down deep
to touch your soul
touched you there
came to know that you are whole
breathed the same air as you
when the sun was high
a sky that was a beautiful blue
a day your eyes spoke loudly for you
yes I’ll always be connected to you…
Before the facts become a blur
somewhere in that space of time
where friendships get lost
denied
I know I’ll always be connected to you
it matters not
where you go or whom you’re with…

Clyde A. Wray
April 14, 2009
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When Cannons Roar

2009-04-13T09:51:00.000-07:00

When Cannons Roar

The cannons cried
screamed
children wept
parents and children alike
found craters to jump in
a car bomb exploded in the fruit market
fruit went to holy hell
sent a dozen shoppers off
to heaven
the car itself was fully totaled
an* IED rained scalpel
from which no umbrella could protect
the poppy plants for the heroin
are very well protected..
all hell broke loose in the streets
the blood as deep as snow
someone’s limbs lay in a heap
in a rug shop around the corner
the green zone was the safe haven
but the mortars didn’t know
they accidentally flew in
during a heated debate about
the course of the war
and the cannons
continued to scream
to roar
to roar
to roar
until the sky was flesh colored
until the smell of death pervaded throughout the city
until the stench slid under every door…

Clyde A. Wray
April 13, 2009
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*Improvised explosive devise

She's Found Wings

2009-04-11T21:45:00.000-07:00

She’s Found Wings!

She thought to see
into his eyes
to see what she might surmise
but to her surprise
not a thing there
but dull dead eyes
no laughter
that she could see
no hint of love or forbearance there
only the dull dead stare…
No light
or the slightest smile
no music
that made those eyes dance awhile
no recognition
of the time they’d spent
how they had loved
or where it went
the eyes were dull
and very spent
she’d lived in emotional poverty
a fresh spring breeze has come
she’s found wings

Clyde A. Wray
April 11, 2009
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On The Good Side

2009-04-10T05:16:00.000-07:00

On The Good Side

Hot damn
on the good side of Terra Firma
you know the topside of the ground
sat on the stoop
took a quick look around
the fog
the smoke
the staleness of the air
inhaled deeply shouted inwardly
hot damn and thank god I’m still here!...
grabbed a bit of brown grass
from a patch of city sooty soil
did a little spin around stood up on my toes
stretched out my arms whispered
bring on the city noise
I’m here for awhile
take a good look world see my two feet still
above the ground

Clyde A. Wray
April 10, 2009
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Silence

2009-04-08T17:06:00.000-07:00

Silence

Oh I love the silence
when I walk in the dark
to hear my own heart beat
able to count my own pulse
the silence has a smell
all of its own
the city the parks
the forest where I roam alone…
the silence has depth
reaches deep down in my soul
no fear of being there neither lost or alone
it’s like going home
to be with that someone
once long gone

Clyde A. Wray
April 8, 2009
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Sonnet # 220

2009-04-04T21:41:00.000-07:00

Sonnet # 220

He fell beneath the liquid moonlight
to an angel on a star studded night
in the night’s ever glowing light
she glanced, she smiled, she flipped her hair
not one word did he utter
he felt strange, queer, something in him didn’t dare
though the heavenly scent of orange blossoms
the sweet smell of romance filled the air
these two single hearts were meant to be a pair
a song of summer love now gently filled the air
night’s panorama overtook them before they got to the top of stairs
the magic of a moment always miraculously and suddenly appears;
Who knows what the fates have in their store
go in try a warm heart before they shut and lock the door

Clyde A. Wray
April 4, 2009
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You Gave Them Wings To Fly High

2009-04-02T09:53:00.000-07:00

You Gave Them Wings To Fly High

Your eyes
never leave them
as the scramble out the door…
In winter you put enough
clothes on them
they
out weight a horse
god-forbid comes a cough
a sneeze
they’re whisked off to the doctor
legs tight together
you wouldn’t stop to let them
take a pee…
You watch television
the news
every night
you ask yourself
how it is
you can live being so frightened
disease
pedophiles
abductors and more
lunatics that come and knock at your door
is it any wonder
you lock and bolt your front door
they’re out there
so many
you can’t keep score
the tormented
the angry
that want to rip
into your happy home…
But the sun-rises
the sun-sets
each day you gave
you knew you gave your very best
the extra hug
the extra kiss
the extra little squeeze
when you bent down
stooped
got down on your knees
told them you loved them
so many times
you thought your children
believed
in the middle of the night
you’d lost control of your mind…
Now
open the door
to the broad daylight
you’ve tutored them well
strengthened their wings
taught them how to fly
wish them well
tell them to fly high!!!

Clyde A. Wray
April 2, 2009
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Death Is A Creep

2009-03-31T11:04:00.000-07:00

Death Is A Creep

Upon my knee she
my little imp sits
stares up
at me
full of wonder and delight
yet I’m old enough to know
one night
the light won’t be in my eye…
on my other knee the creep
he silently stares straight at me
he’s part and parcel of everyone’s
reality
he can’t help being an offensive thief
he’s meant to be what he is
a creep
living life makes me the happy thief
life every second with every heartbeat!!!

Clyde A. Wray
March 31, 2009
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Kind Of Makes You Wonder

2009-03-30T07:59:00.000-07:00

Kind Of Makes You Wonder
Why They’re Together

“Liar”
“Am not”
“You love me”
“Not”
“Liar”
“Not”
“You want me”
“Not”
“Liar”
“Not”
“You need me”
“Not”
“Liar”
“Not”
“You want to keep me”
“Not”
“Liar”
“Not”
“You love my eyes
my smile”
“Not”
“Always want to hold my hand
for awhile”
“Not”
“Liar”
“Not”
“I am the sun you rise with”
“Not”
“The moon that brings sleep your way”
“Not”
“You often whisper my name it comforts you
during the course of your day”
“Not”
“Liar”
“Not”
“Without me you lose”
“Not”
“Together we gain”
“Not”
“Liar”
“Trust me I am not”

Clyde A. Wray
March 30, 2009
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Sonnet # 218

2009-03-28T05:05:00.000-07:00

Sonnet # 218

He spends his days thinking of you
on a rainy day or when the sky is a brilliant blue
a new day when hope is replenished anew
how clear is his picture of you
your smile your walk
the sensual sound of your voice when you talk
tiny hand gestures that little thing you do
it annoys you when he says “it’s cute..”
don’t you just love to dance
surround yourself with love and romance
with light and beauty you fill your soul
so completely knowing how to make yourself whole;
He spends his day day-dreaming of you
he knows the world is a better place because of you!

Clyde A. Wray
February 28, 2009
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Rainbow Colored Ice Cream In A Cone

2009-03-28T05:02:00.000-07:00

Rainbow Colored Ice Cream In A Cone

I love to see the stark sunrise
I love women with beauty
in their eyes
I love spring and love to sing
round the flag pole
know my country is for me
I love life…
Life
isn’t about diamond rings
I love to dance
archaic poetry
hot love songs
a soft woolen blanket
for winter’s chill
to keep me warm
I love life
all it brings
a hand to hold
the bee when it stings
my soul when it’s bare
I love life when I’m down
that’s when your love truly abounds…
I love life..
I love a bird’s simple mating call
hard cold desolate streets
the sound of dice when they’re thrown
rainbow colored ice cream in a cone
I love the words I love you
when uttered by you
I’m free to say
I love you too
I love you too
I love life because of you!!!!

Clyde A. Wray
March 25, 2009
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Infrequent Liaison

2009-03-28T04:53:00.000-07:00

Infrequent Liaison

Want you as a friend
of mine
in the worst kind of way
want to call you on the telephone
morning
noon
or night to tell you about my day…
want to laugh at your jokes
in the twilight of the day
none of that will happen
because
neither you or I can stay…
Want to whisper in your ear
tidbits
that will make us gay
laugh out loud
about foolishness
off the path that we have strayed
want to linger in your arms
in the comfort of where we lay
but time has passed so quickly
we must move
along our separate way…
Want you as a friend
of mine
in the worst kind of way
but
today you’re my hearts desire
my lover
and that too is ok…

Clyde A. Wray
March 27, 2009
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Foul Winds

2009-03-09T08:50:00.000-07:00

Through-out
all the unpleasantness
his open mouth
from which
fouls winds blew out
your calmness pervaded
staunch and rooted like a tree
you stood composed
unaided

Clyde A. Wray
March 9, 2009
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Sonnet #219

2009-03-09T06:04:00.001-07:00

If you’ve loved truly loved
it will never go away
it will be like the air you breathe
till death that love will stay
though the love of your life
they may have gone astray
but if you’ve loved truly loved
in your life they will always stay
when like the bitter pill to swallow
you must send them away
if you’ve loved truly loved
in your soul somewhere they will play
For love is like the air you breathe
till death it will always stay

Clyde A. Wray
March 3, 2009
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In Years To Come Mr. Bush

2009-01-11T09:00:00.000-08:00

A five year old tells me
“hate” is a bad word
reminds me
“stupid” is unkind
that “dumb” is hurtful
“ignorant bastard” is over the top
way out of line…
me having said of Bush
“that hateful war monger
is stupid
spineless
Jesus won’t save
his ignorant dumb ass
in years to come
his dreams will be dark
n

filled with bombs

Like Some Strange Magic

2009-01-09T11:47:00.000-08:00

You’re never quite sure
how it happens
one day they’re imps
fat chubby cheeks
the next
they’re full bore
speeding
not a bruise or scuff
churning
like a whirlpool
along the hardwood floor
on their hands and knees
it matters not
how many times you’ve seen it
or witness
the miracle of the your sprouting seed
it’s like some strange magic
they bloom all too quickly
loom above you
like some giant awkward
foreign tree