Ray Lucero


Ray Lucero Poems

1. 10 Human Senses 3/30/2006
2. From Whence Anger? 12/5/2005
3. 'Eva' (Beloved Granddaughter) 12/20/2005
4. Aching Hearts 12/28/2005
5. 'Magick' 1/2/2006
6. The Killing Of Malcolm X 2/21/2006
7. Architect Of Love 2/23/2006
8. Impetuous Me 3/23/2006
9. Comforting Love 7/8/2006
10. Nightfall 8/22/2006
11. Today Heals Tomorrow 1/3/2006
12. Rain 1/21/2006
13. A Quiet Ride 5/14/2006
14. A Changing World 5/14/2006
15. Gossip 12/12/2006
16. “lucky Larry” (A Tale Of Lost Love) 12/13/2006
17. Santa's Big Night 12/19/2006
18. Christmas Lament 12/19/2006
19. Yehoshua 12/22/2006
20. Jesus And Magdalene 12/24/2006
21. Crop Circles 12/29/2006
22. Art And Alchemy 11/14/2006
23. E.N.L.I.G.H.T.E.N.M.E.N.T. 11/24/2006
24. “rainbow Bridge” 11/29/2006
25. Human Perfection? 12/6/2006
26. Mystique Of Light 1/13/2007
27. Word Flow 1/22/2007
28. Minnie & Willie (A Tale Of Two Lovers) 1/31/2007
29. Shades Of Gray 2/12/2007
30. L.O.V.E. 2/13/2007
31. Spontaneous Healing 3/16/2007
32. Cedar And Fir Tree Lovers 3/18/2007
33. Heart Dweller 6/8/2007
34. Spiritus Practicum 6/10/2007
35. Dark Eyed Woman 6/21/2007
36. Synchronicity 10/8/2007
37. Amour De Jour 10/12/2007
38. Vision Or Television 10/14/2007
39. The Siren 10/19/2007
40. Google This! 10/24/2007
Best Poem of Ray Lucero

“great Souls Live In Crooked Bodies”

Judge not, measure not,
The greatness of a soul;

By how one looks outside
By how one speaks or acts
By home where they reside
Instead observe how you react

Should you feel shame for them
or pity should arise,
It’s that your mind is closed,
Heart wearing a disguise

Crooked faces, crooked smiles
Fool those like you and me
Crooked limbs on crooked forms
Create ill will, poorly we then see

We must offer love to one another,
For that crooked man you scorn
As God would have it is your brother
Heaven-Sent and Earth-Born

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'Lady Jane'

Night frost shimmers on lighted streets
Our hot breath billows white clouds
as marquis greets

Patrons entering “Aladdin Theater”, now past its prime
Outlived its peers, impervious to time

Tickets bought, blue stamp on left hand,
Walk down aisle, past a busy stage hand

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