Those Damned Rodents

Raul "The Poet" 

Hickory Dickory Dock

Three Mice Ran Up The Clock

The Clock Struck One...

..The Other Two Escaped

With Minor Injuries

"How to Die"

Dark clouds are smouldering into red
  While down the craters morning burns.
The dying soldier shifts his head
  To watch the glory that returns;
He lifts his fingers toward the skies
  Where holy brightness breaks in flame;
Radiance reflected in his eyes,
  And on his lips a whispered name.
You'd think, to hear some people talk,
  That lads go West with sobs and curses,
And sullen faces white as chalk,
  Hankering for wreaths and tombs and hearses.
But they've been taught the way to do it
  Like Christian soldiers; not with haste
And shuddering groans; but passing through it
  With due regard for decent taste.

Raul

"The Poet"

How's Your Banana?

The broccoli says 'I look like a small tree',
the mushroom says 'I look like an umbrella',
the walnut says 'I look like a brain', and the banana says
Can we please change the subject?

Raul

"The Poet"

I Forgot To Remember - By Raul

"I don't go crazy,
I am crazy.
I just go
normal
from time
to time."

Just a line to say I'm living,
That I'm not amongst the dead.
Though I'm getting more forgetful
And mixed up in the head.
I've got used to my arthritis
To my dentures I'm resigned
I can cope with my bifocals,
But - oh how I miss my mind.
Sometimes I can't remember
When I'm standing by the stairs,
If I'm going up for something;
Or have just come down from there.
And before the fridge so often
My mind is full of doubt;
Now did I put some food away,
Or come to take some out?
If its not my turn to write dear
I hope you wont get sore.
I may think I have written
And don't want to be a bore.
So remember I do love you
And wished that you lived near
But now its time to mail this
And say "Good bye my dear"
I'm standing beside the mail box
And my face - it sure is red.
Instead of posting this to you
I've opened it instead.

Raul

"The Poet"

Trees,Grass,Dandelions,Me

I wonder if the trees can hear me
When I scream aloud,
Or if the dandelion screams,
When I yank his ass out.
There's no telling where life can take us;
One day I'm a blade of grass,
But today I am myself-
Nobody else.
Life chooses for me to be me. 

Raul

"The Poet"

FRIENDS

"We are all brothers under the skin my friend, 
of that there is no doubt.
So why don't you go back under the skin
 and send your brother out."

Raul
"The Poet"