Robert Lindley Poet Rhyme

Mixed Up Werds Twonite

Mixed Up Werds Twonite

I am often blinded in my verse
words evade my searching mind.
Down and blue from this curse
my thoughts should be refined.

I ache to write a great song
a little ditty to thus amuse.
Yet my words hide in a throng
of trash I am loathe to reuse!

Another word like ocean, I sea
burning in crimson color read.
Gotto, got to go, need to pea
then rewrite those words I red.

I am often blinded in my verse
words evade my searching mind.
Down and blue from this curse
my thoughts should be refined.

R.J. Lindley

Dec, 6th, 1983

A bit of levity in title and the third 
stanza, too cold to go buy more whiskey.
I wander iffn' my spillin shood be 
chekked twonite.

Note- THE ABOVE IS POSTED COMPLETE AS 
WAS WRITTEN 32 YEARS AGO.SEEMS LIKE I 
WAS JUST PLAYING AROUND WHILE DRINKING 
SOMETHING TO KNOCK DOWN THE CHILL.

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Mark Woods October 27, 2015 at 6:34 PM lol it doesn't matter how the inspiratio arrives its that it does.

Robert Lindley October 26, 2015 at 9:03 PM Thanks my friend. I have rarely ever written when drinking too much. I did a bit when much younger. A few of those poems were very good. So long ago, so long....

Lin Lane October 26, 2015 at 6:22 PM You don't need to drink to write well. I've read many of your poems, but keep playing around. Some writes withstand the sands of time. Good humor always will. Fun and clever, Robert.