mermaidcamp
Keeping current in wellness, in and out of the water
You can scroll the shelf using ← and → keys
You can scroll the shelf using ← and → keys
On stage alone declaring how holy is everything
Drama and grit in bohemian glory, unafraid, uncensored
Blazing through the living backwoods of words, bongos,
Coffeehouse in some village overflowing with reform
Of letters, of institutions, of all the powers who regulate
On fat asses that be in charge of declinations that articulate
Judgements for society not listening, nor daring to perform
Shocking truthful rage behind the masks worn as uniforms
Marching single file, lost in the mass shuffle of minds in thought
Keep the beat, a tribute to those poets who knew not what they taught
Ride the poetry train in April by boarding here. Enjoy reading writing and listening to diverse poets and beatnik bards.
Liked the cut and thrust of your words, Pamela, ‘Drama and grit in Bohemian glory’ is lovely – G:)
I am so honored that you visit here…real writer, real Brit…Thanks very much…I have a dead ancestor Brit poet..
Thank you very much.
LikeLike
I like this dramatic poem a lot. The name of the flowers is also more dramatical in English that in German that translates in “little lion’s mouth”
Thanks Brigitte. I like the name in German as well, but less scary.
LikeLike
Great poem.. I like that. I like the photo too. Your commentary is very current.. which I like!
LikeLike