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Betsy Lister, AKA "Gypsypashn" has been around the Biker Poetry scene more years than just about anyone I know, including myself. A biker, poet and successful insurance broker in Massachusetts Gypsy has been promoting the sport of motorcycling and the genre of Biker Poetry for well over a decade. She has been published in numerous magazines and even an anthology or two, and is an active member of the Highway Poets MCC. Gypsy has been so busy over the years promoting other poets and being a "good neighbor" in the biker community with her daily biker news source "Biker Bits" she only recently took a little time to post her own work on a separate web page.
Recently Gypsy was kind enough to offer me a few of her pieces as a Guest Author. So, take a few moments and check out her work below.
by: Betsy E Lister a/k/a
© Gypsypashn~~’~~,~~<{@
My wild younger days
are catching up with me
I done gone way past
the age of 53
I’m about as washed up
as a woman could be
But I put on a smile, a smile outside
‘ Cuz I gotta do what I got to, to ride!
My body aches;
it suffers from the cold
My bones these days
are feeling mighty old
And my muscles now have
a mind of their own
But I don’t pay it all no mind
‘ Cuz I gotta do what I got to, to ride!
My wrist’s in a wrap
My hip’s in a cast
I done broke my foot,
this summer past
My back’s a brace
My arm’s in a sling
I’m told I shouldn’t do
much of anything
Behind that statement you know
I won’t hide
'Cuz I gotta do, what I got to, to ride!
Hell, if I were the tin man
My joints they’d be rust
The rest of me would
Make a nice bronze bust
That’s as sedentary as the doc’s say
I should be
But they just don’t know
What’s goin’ on
inside me
So I just take it all in;
all in stride
‘Cuz I gotta do, what I got to, to ride.
I’ve left along the way
Some bodily parts
Some’s been donated
To savings the arts
So with what’s left
I’ll hold onto;
hold onto inside
Cuz’ I gotta do, what I got to, to ride.
Liquid libation
gives me duration
And I can wear a brace
and ski mask my face
I can don mittens and woolens
And be all warm inside
‘Cuz I gotta do, what I got to, to ride!
Well, on days I be hurting
And feeling a bit ill
I know I can pop me
Another one of them special pills
That sure nuff gonna give me,
Give me the will to survive
'Cuz I gotta do what I got to, to ride!
Well the doc’s say I’m pure loco
Done gone lost my sense
Hell, it’s like I fell
on the other side of the fence
But I pick myself up
Like a new born bride
'Cuz I gotta do what I got to, to ride!
Well done gone lost my body
And now some say, my mind
People be a talking
And say I’m “that kind”
The type that be crazy
And should be locked up
But I let um know
that I’m just a young pup
And keep them in kind
'Cuz I gotta do what I got to, to ride!
Well you can say
what you want to
Hell; even mean what you say
But I’ll just get on my scoot
And ride away
And I won’t look back
And with that keep my pride
“Cuz I gotta do what I got to, to ride!
In the Wind
by: Betsy E Lister a/k/a
© Gypsypashn~~’~~,~~<{@
Majesties call us again
You by my side
We take to the open road
The hot summer's sun
Beaming warmth on our backs
Wind embracing our faces
Hair whipping wildly
Like that of an untamed paintbrush
Splashing vivid color on canvas
The melody of the engines hum
Strikes a symphony upon the air
Crescendo of pipes roars
It's orchestration at it's finest
A ballet on wheels
Rolling hills and countryside
The backdrop superb and sublime
We couldn't have painted it better
God provided
Our
Guardian Angels enabled
Mother Nature endowed
You wink
I smile
As we explore each mile
In sync
In tune
with the essence
and splendor of it all
Another revolving vista
Wide open adventure
The enticing lure of the road
The rolling and winding of endless landscape
The thrill of the unknown
Unexplored
Never before experienced
Now
shared together
Our rhythm and rhyme
The melody entwines
Together we ride
You and me
Side by Side
~*~
You and me
On the brink
In Sync
In the Wind