Best Bray Poems
There was a dear Vicar of Bray,
Fell out of his pulpit one day.
Jumping up, said I’m fine,
Too much Communion wine,
That inebriated Vicar of Bray.
Please consider the tone of your voice, I say
For I am not in the mood for ill-considered sarcasm,
For it’s been a while since I heard a jackass bray.
Words can slice through the heart, emotions flay
Send one’s warm feelings into a deep, dark chasm,
Please consider the tone of your voice, I say.
I suppose I might be more tolerant another day,
But in my present state of mind, I have no enthusiasm
For it’s been a while since I heard a jackass bray.
You say you merely tease, it’s just your way to play,
But the nastiness of your words provokes a spasm
Please consider the tone of your voice, I say.
No one likes their sunny day turned a gloomy gray
Or feel their self-worth is reduced to protoplasm,
For it’s been a while since I heard a jackass bray.
Would you like if I set about your nerves to fray?
And, then told you it was in your mind a phantasm
Please consider the tone of your voice, I say,
For it’s been a while since I heard a jackass bray!
written March 2, 2022
Wait until Bray comes, they warned me in a condescending way.
He will dive into the Christmas Tree from far, far away.
I thought it was silly of them and did a crazy sashay.
The next ting I knew, I was dive bombed by Elf Antics Bray.
One for You Peter Bray
i have an old tape recorder
it is a friend of mine
it is half chrome
and
half
blue
a little rust
on the screws
it ain't worth a dime
but
it
plays back the
blues
from every car wreck
war
and
pawnshop
train
travels
at
night
thats
when
the music flows
and the chrome
glows.
I have tasted my beloved poets’ Bray
In the three great books of our literature:
"The Book of Good Love," "La Celestina," and "Don Quixote"
As well as in García Lorca's The Ass
Who directed La Barraca
Also Rimbaud, Gide, Apollinaire, Verlaine
Poe, Shakespeare, Chaucer, etc.
Digesting their works
Belching their art and poetry
In gatherings, convents, or schools
In salons, platforms, and athenaeums
Announcing, yes, that these poets matter to me
Useful and appropriate in their verses
Leaving in their books clear evidence
Of their braying talent.
Let it be known and not forgotten
That braying was always their rule
And I venerate it as is right.
Isn't it good to give them what is theirs?
So I do and tell it
Washing my hands with my urine
To reach their Muse
Who had goosebumps
And they, the hide of a new Donkey.
All of them rode on Donkeys
Singing of the extreme love
Of the Donkey for her crop
Or recounting amazing adventures
Of an animal's shin
Of a priest with a friar or a nun.
Or the Song of Songs
Inspired to Solomon by a Donkey
As mentioned in sacred scripture.
Oh, Poets, I praise you
For showing me the way
The true path that is Poetry
In the land of Life
As I venerate Abdon and his Donkeys
Apuleius turned into a Donkey
Jester and his praises of the Donkey
Photius, patriarch, who plagiarized a Donkey
Fond of verse
The Donkeys of Jair of Palestine
Lucian's Donkey
Machiavelli's Donkey
Midas with his Donkey ears
Priapus in his bet with the Donkey
To see which of the two had the better cock
Saint John of the Cross
Jumping over the walls of nunneries
Riding a Donkey
Whore, goddess of the bushes
Who swallowed more than a thousand cocks
Including that of the Donkeys
Silenus and his Donkey
Thartac, god of the Hivites
With a Donkey's head
The Donkey that figures in the Temples.
All peoples, Bray with me
Clap your hands
Because the Donkey is the sublime emperor
Of all the earth
And his braying will always dwell in our houses
Because being a Braying and a Donkey
Is strength.
A burro that peons called, "Trump"
Was as stubborn as an oak stump
But still had the gall
To poop on a wall
That taxpayers built chump by chump!
Everybody Bray
David J Walker
Everything is see and say
Everything it green
Everything is made of clay
Every single scene
Everyone I knew is blue
Everyone would pray
Everyone was once and done
Everybody bray