To Get Away

Like life, you hide so much,
Covering multitudes in blue-green liquid.
Your salty attitude, so mysterious.

Sure, you wave at me
Like a friendly roaring giant
But you can be ruthless.

Foaming and expanding your height,
Continuously crashing upon the sand.
Your temper is notorious.

But so is your kindness and beauty.
You let us play upon your rolling back.
A deep blue home to evolving creatures.

You lift ships and provide food,
Then present us with shiny shells
Like payments for disasters.

Your mysterious tides come and go,
Reflecting the heavens on moonlit nights.
Sometimes, I walk beside you, to get away.

Track Back

It runs through my brain like a train,
like a train on a black track,
Clickity-clack, clickity-clack
Oh, I'll be back...to go on through, to you .

Making sense, or not, don't try to stop
No, don't even try to get by...

Me?
I'll run through your brain, like a whistling refrain;
Sparks fly'n
Lips sigh'n
Eyes cry'n
and brain fry'n
Clickity-clack, I'm back...like a sack of Jack!......

...+ much more

( + 11 more verses)

Epic Empires (from 6000BC to present)

SUMERIAN
We have come together at the rivers,
No longer nomads of the Eastern plains.
Joined in hands and minds for civil union,
Within the Fertile Crescent's reedy canes.

Between the mighty Tigris and Euphrates,
Planting, plowing with oxen in the fields.
Crops of biter vetch, barley, flax and peas,
Digging water ditches, increased our yields.

( + 8 MORE PAGES) This is a work in progress,
included my book, "Poetic Perceptions" (aprox.35 poems-$15.00)
Poems of Empires from Sumer to Present.

By Begone

Rage not in beige but dark red hues,
Then sing a song of buttered blues.
Oh, Holy Jesus, a group of Jews,
Screaming alibis from bloody pews.

Fungus creeps like moss in fall,
Below, above and in the hall.
I can't contain the whole damn flock.
All around, they've stopped my clock.

Be ware, be brave, be gone, be by.
Be broken brushes that cannot lie...
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Perceptions

Enter slowly, my daunting dreams,
Before the glow, of morning's light.
For what it seems and what it means,
Will be explained, throughout the night.

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Chicken Bones

Stop! Let me off this bus of shame.
I see the bridges broken,
Houses cracking,
Chicken-boned children, crying.

+ ten more verses

Some Wonder

Point my pen, to a rhyming word,
Walk my mind into spaces blank
Reverb the sound, I've never heard.

Speak in ancient silent symbols
Feel strange words, carved into stone.
Explode the history, like crashing cymbals.

Then shine your light, where all began.
That we may see how light transcends.
Illuminate wisdom, revealing, when.

Heaven opens, that we may dream.
Talking to angels, divining what seems,
Like white swans at death will joyously sing.


I go beyond this Earthly crawl
And lift the veil of illusion's pall,
Instilling strength, so not to fall.

Then rise above this mundane sphere,
Nurturing spirit, while drying a tear
To be, not of, without any fear.

Experience wonder, as with a kiss,
Explore a mystery, almost missed,
Then create magic, in cosmic bliss.

Some are TOLD of a candle's flame
Some SEE the flicker of it's fire.
Others are BURNED to reach the NAME.

Richard Lynn Livesay 2009

Gray Day

'Tis wonder as wind excites the hedges.
Inside it is January '09.
Winter bit off all the green edges.

All, quick frozen, waiting and still
I stare out fixedly into overcast
A staunch picture of nature's will

I can feel the cold wind stinging my flesh.
But here I sit, warm behind my desk,
Knowing how now and past can mesh.

Sense and thought meld and I shiver,
Then I imagine a winter wonderland,
A frosty snowman, from the mind's quiver.

I record my thoughts with poetic word,
Thinking how the mind creates poetry
And sigh, to think, it may never be heard.
Richard Lynn Livesay '09