Best Raymond Poems

Young Raymond worked the bakery
was up 'bout ten to three.
Just eighteen, still in high school he
had dreams of flying free.

He worked as hard as most grown men
then walked to school and slept.
Took all his wages home to Mom
who thanked him as she wept. 

His forte's...

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Sir Raymond Smidrick
He always walked with an air of royalty,
gaining entrance by tapping doors
with his finely carved, mahogany wood, walking cane
On the top of the staff was a sculpted silver lion,
he said it signified the lineage of kings
Most everyone in the neighborhood regarded him as...

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Interview with The Dead Boy -Raymond Mizsak

So Raymond, do you know what happened to you? Why you died?

Yeah, I know what happened to me, man, 
but I don’t remember it happening, 
Cause I was in my sleeping bag sleeping, 
I never heard nothing that morning,...

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I never knew how this could be true
Until I myself began to love Raymond too
The last man to kiss on these sweet lips
The passion and excitement of him I truly miss

Others called him Raymond, but I called him Ray
Because of the light and sunshine he...

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Inspired by the writings of Raymond John Burt...

Here speaks the magic work of Raymond John
Intrigue in reference, delight in phrase
I’m curious as to what, my friend, you’re on
That powers your pen to so the mind amaze
Let he that has an ear be still and hear
Let...

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Clusters of refugee bubbles
         Expelled from the side of my tank
         Rise expanding in upward travels 
         Escaped depths, burst at...

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Tall fair Raymond,
And taller fairer Desmond,
Of each other heartily fond,
And of a deepening bond,
Soon this did a violence for a blonde,
By name Gladys Frond:
A human copy of Luxuriant Palm Frond,
To Raymond “Pure Gold” and to Desmond “Sparkling Diamond”.

One to the other ceases to respond,
For if...

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The missing piece 
 A detrimental discovery 
What has been uncovered is a guy that might be quite lonely 
In the arms of the world around him 
A life trimmed from the limbs of the living 
A brother in the beginning 

Where’d you go? 
Evidence...

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Great stars are being watched in packed houses,
Many of the shirts without blouses…

Someone has been doing a clean count,
Of it hoping to give an account 
Soon, another shirt strides in: Raymond, 
Off showing his ring: a diamond 
‘‘If Grace ever shows in pigs might fly!”
Raymond,...

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