Filed in Gather Writing Essential by on September 5, 2009 0 Comments



Sometimes I get a little South of sane

Don’t come in from out’a the rain.

Just let the words flow from the brain

And hop aboard a smok’n train.

My poetry pipes play pleasant prose

As I blow my clogged two barreled nose

Then try to get some sense of naught

And learn from what the masters taught.

I read and write and moan and groan

Then someone calls me on the phone.

Tell ‘em I’m busy doing nothing at all

Not making any money but hav’n a ball

Putting words together, tick, Tack Toe

Putting them on Gather, to see if they grow

A word is a thought, a symbol in ink

That relays a feeling, like a sutle quick wink

The meaning may mean a different thing

To you or them but the melody may sing

Communication is a questionable trait

Like, “Hello” what’s going to be your fate?

So I’ll crunch and I’ll cry and say my good-by

And hope that your paper is stronger than two-ply.


 Richard Lynn Livesay…I think

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RICHARD LYNN LIVESAY - Poet/Artist•Born 1943 Lubbock, Texas, lives in Greenville, SC• Education: U. of Ariz., Lubbock Christian College, Texas Tech U.• Careers: Art, Medical, Transportation, Entertainment• Curr

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